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.


7. Chapter 7:

The whole incident was a blur to me. First I was having fun partying, then all of a sudden I bumped into taylor and some guy. They did not look happy. I tried to make an escape by running to the bathrooms and climbing out of the window, but taylor caught me and I fell, I think I broke my leg. The big guy had punched me in the nose, and I think its broken too.

Then all of a sudden louis appeared, and I can't tell you how happy I was to see him. He punched the guy right in the face and he was bleeding everywhere, it looked worse than my nose. Taylor ran away, and louis sat next to me on the floor. I heard him talking to me, but I didn't quite understand what he was saying. I told him about my nose and my leg, and I felt him picking me up off the floor and carrying me away.

Louis had explained to me that I couldn't tell harry about this, but I was in no mood to argue with him so I just agreed. Then I heard harry, and I heard him and louis shouting at each other. I wish they wouldn't fight. But soon I heard harry's voice change from anger to worry, then I heard him panicking.

Then everything went black...


Harry's P.O.V:

"Is she going to be okay?" I asked the doctor for about the hundredth time, staring down worriedly at charlotte's lifeless body.
"We don't know." The doctor explained impatiently, obviously getting annoyed with me. But I couldn't care less, I just wanted to know if she was okay. "We haven't got the test results back yet."

I nodded and took a seat next to louis. He could tell I was very worried about her, even if I had only just met her. There was something about her, she was special. Louis could see the way I looked at her, and he knew that she was more to me than just a normal girl. It killed me to see her like this, my heart broke into a million little pieces.

The other boys and rosie had arrived at the hospital about an hour after me and louis. Rosie was really worried, even more than me if that's possible, because she had know rosie forever and they were best friends. But she said that charlotte would probably be alright, she usually backed out and fainted after drinking alcohol. I could see in rosie's eyes that she had never seen her friend looking like this before, but I didn't comment.

The doctor left the room to go talk to the other doctors. Louis reassured me that there was nothing to be worried about, but I just couldn't help thinking about it. What if she was very badly injured? What if she had to stay in hospital and she wasn't able to come on tour with us. Yeah, I was gonna ask if she wanted to come, because I couldn't bare to be away from her.

A few minutes later, the doctor re-entered the room. I held my breath, praying for the results to be good.
"Well, we have got the results back." The doctor started. "We have some bad news and some good news." I immediately started to worry. Bad news? Like really really bad news?

"The bad news is that she does have a broken nose." I released the breath that I was holding. If that was all the bad news, then the good news must be great. "The good news is that there isn't anything wrong with her, she must have only been in shock. Her brain might have just reacted to the amount of alcohol she drunk, we don't know." the doctor continued to speak.

"She doesn't have a broken leg, she just sprained her ankle. She should be using crutches for a week, but I advise she stays indoors, if it is possible." The doctor smiled at us, and left the room again. She had to stay indoors for a week? That meant she couldn't come on tour.

A groan coming from the hospital bed interrupted my train of thoughts. My head snapped up, to see that charlotte was waking up. I got up and ran over to her.
"Charlotte? Baby?" I sat down on the bed next to her, and stroked her head as she woke up. She smiled as she saw me, but then looked around confused.

"Where are we?" She mumbled, obviously not remembering anything. She suddenly put hear hand to her head, wincing in pain. "Why have I got such I bad headache?" She searched my eyes for answers. I sighed, I didn't really want to tell her.

"Baby, do you remember seeing taylor earlier? In the club?" I could see her searching her mind for any memory of earlier on in the evening. Then I saw it in her eyes. She was remembering it. It was like she was watching the whole scene happen before her eyes. Her beautiful blue orbs looked so scared and broken...

Charlotte's P.O.V:

It was like I was sitting in a cinema, watching a really scary movie. Only problem is, it was real. It was my life. My whole life flashing before my eyes. I watched as the first 18 years of my life passed by.

I watches myself as a small child. I watched myself make friends and break friends as I got older. I remember fighting a lot with other girls. We fell out a lot, and I saw myself moving schools several times. I settled down and stopped moving schools when I was about 11 years old.

From then on, there was the same little girl with me in every single flashback. The girl who picked me up when I fell. The girl who made me happy when I was sad. The girl who made me smile when no one else could. The girl who was there for me whenever I needed her. The girl who was my best friend.

I watched each flashback, and then it reached my 19th birthday. I held my breath because I knew what was coming next.

First, I watched me and harry meeting. I saw something in his eyes that I didn't see before. What was it? Then I saw me crying. Harry had that same look in his eye. But there was something else there too. Then I saw us kissing. There it was, that look in his eye. I saw us arrive at the club. I saw me and harry having fun. I saw him walk off to get more drinks.

Then I saw the taylor incident. I saw myself becoming weaker and weaker, and I saw louis saving me. I saw the protective look and concern in his eyes. I saw what a mess I was in.

But that wasn't even the worst part. I saw something that I don't remember seeing the first time, that I was probably too drunk to remember. But now I saw it, perfectly clearly. It was like a stab in the heart, and it broke me down into a million pieces.

I saw taylor and harry. They were kissing, passionately. Even if taylor had thrown herself at harry, he was making no attempt to remove her from him. No. Instead he was kissing her back, and they stayed like that for a while. I could see harry smiling widely when they pulled away.

'I love you.' he had said. 'I don't love taylor anymore.' Lies. They were all lies. I broke down in tears, all alone, in the cinema of my life.


//so this  will be my last update for a short while.... I'm going on holiday for two weeks so won't be able to post... Sorry! But the first thing ill do when I get back will be to post another chapter for you guys. Hope you stay to read the next chapters but if you don't want to wait then I'm sorry and I'm glad you stayed for the short while.... Love you chloe xxx


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