Forgive and Forget


I suppose you could say I was 'the popular girl'. I don't like that, because usually the popular girls are stuck up bitches. I'm not like that. Really, I'm not. Its not like in tv programs, where the popular girl rules the school. I try to be nice to everyone, even the less popular kids.

My name's charlotte , people call me Charlie. I just turned 19 a couple of months ago. I would say I quite pretty, and the captain of the football team is my boyfriend. I have long, blonde curly hair, with bright blue eyes. I'm quite slim, and i like the shape of my body.Typical for the popular girl, I know.

I would say I'm quite a strong person. I mean, I used to be bullied when I was younger, because I wasn't very pretty, but I stood up for myself. Now, I can take a lot of what people say or do to me.

But this time I just couldn't take it. I don't think anyone would be able to take it from a celebrity.


48. Chapter 48:

Charlotte's P.O.V:

Zoey. It was zoey. She was standing in the elevator with my harry, snogging him. I gasped loudly. She was right, she was telling the truth. Zoey was going to ruin every relationship I have, starting with harry. The father of my unborn baby..

I guess I should've seen it coming, she had told me that she was going to do this. That's exactly what she said she would do. I guess that I just didn't want to believe it then, and I still don't want to.

I felt louis' grip tighten around my waist, as he held me close to his side. I looked at him from the corner of my eye. I could see the anger in his eyes, towards both harry and zoey. His jaw was clenched and he was trying not to let his anger out right now.

I was about to break down in tears any second. I just can't take this anymore.

Zoey suddenly pulled away from harry with a triumphant smile on her face. Harry took a few steps away from her. He shot venomous glares at zoey, looking almost as angry as louis did. Both louis and harry were staring at zoey with hateful looks.

I swear, if looks could kill, then zoey would've been dead by now.

But why was harry looking at her like that? His look was pure hate. If he had just been kissing this girl, then why did he hate her? Was he upset that he got caught with her? But something inside of me didn't believe that. I didn't believe that he would kiss her.

Something wasn't right here.

Harry looked at all of us, his eyes sorrowful. He looked like he was going to break down in tears just like I was. And that wasn't something you saw a lot with harry. He didn't cry a lot, he always tried to stay strong for the others.

Niall and zayn both had their eyebrows raised, whilst louis continued to kill zoey with his glare. Paul glanced between the pair, confused of who this girl was. Louis and I were the only ones that knew who she was. I don't even think harry knew, she was just a regular girl.

Harry and I locked eyes. His eyes were watering, full of sadness and sorrow. I could tell from his eyes that he was pleading for forgiveness, that he wanted to explain his side of the story. A big part of me wanted to forgive him, but a small part didn't.

I couldn't find the words, nothing would come out of my mouth. As I was unable to speak, I just gestured for harry to come over to me. He smiled weakly and didn't waste any time, immediately striding over to where I stood beside louis.

But before harry reached me, louis stepped protectively in front of me, blocking harry from coming any closer. Louis stared angrily at him, and shook his head. Harry was slightly taller than louis, but that didn't make louis back down.

I sighed, placing my hand on louis' shoulder. "Lou, we have to at least give him a chance." He glared at harry once more, before stepping to the side and letting harry approach me.

We just stood there, staring at each other, before I broke into tears and threw my arms around him. He did the same to me, also breaking into tears. He clung onto me and sobbed into my shoulder, like a five year old. I stroked his curls, trying to calm him down.

We stood there for what felt like hours. It was just us, in our own little world. We hadn't spoken to each other properly for a few days, but we needed to explain. We needed to just explain to each other what's been happening, and start over.

Everyone was now staring at us as we pulled away from our hug. Even zoey was staring at me, her eyes full of hate and jealously. Nobody could steal my harry.

"Paul, can we have the keys to a room please?" I asked. He nodded, and fished around in his pocket from our room keys. He pulled them out and passed the to me, and I thanked him quickly before talking to louis.

"Talk to her please louis. Just don't hurt use violence." I whispered to louis, pointing towards zoey. She was standing in the same position as she had been the whole time, just watching us. She glared at me when I pointed at her.

He nodded, and I gave him a quick smile and hug before harry dragged me down the hallway towards my room. He had his own room just in case we hadn't made up from our fight. We decided to use mine room for now and keep harry's as a spare.

I pulled him into the room, and the door slammed behind us. I locked the door so nobody could interrupt our talk.

As soon as we lied down the bed beside each other, harry rested his head in my chest. I smiled at him, he just looked so damn adorable. His face was read and puffy from crying, and his eyes were still watery. He looked so sad and helpless as he stared up at me, but he just looked so cute.

"You look so adorable." I whispered, stroking his curls. He smiled, his cute dimples showing. His smile faded though, when he remembered that we have to talk. I didn't mind though, I knew that he had an explanation for what I saw. I trusted him.

"Look, I-" Harry started, but before he could say anything more I crashed my lips onto his. Something I've been dying to do for the past few days. He smiled, kissing me back gently. It wasn't passionate or rough, it was soft and gentle.

When we pulled apart, he had a massive smile on his face. I stroked his cheek gently as I spoke.

"Harry, I trust you, I know that you have a reasonable explanation for this. I know that what I saw was just a misunderstanding." I whispered, my voice soft. Harry smiled slightly, nodding.

"It was." He whispered.

"I knew that you wasn't cheating on me. I knew that as soon as I saw the girl you were with, and the way you looked at her." I continued, receiving a confused look from harry.

"We both have some explaining to do, so let's use the rest of this night to talk."

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