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.


8. Chapter 8:

"Charlotte?" I heard voices trying to shake me out of my daydream. I was in the cinema of my life, watching my memories and my life happen before my eyes. It hurt to watch.

There were a few different voices. One belonged to louis, and one belonged to rosie. The other belonged to the one guy I loved, but the guy who had shattered my heart into a million pieces. I could never forget that, even if I had only just met him.

I snapped out of my daydream, sobbing hard and shaking. Harry looked so worried, and he wiped the tears away from my eyes. He was lying on my bed next to me, with both his arms protectively around me, trying to calm me down. I couldn't stop shaking. But harry never let go of me.

He signalled for the others to leave the room, so they all got up and left me and harry alone in the hospital room.
"Shh baby, its alright.." Harry's voice was soft and soothing, almost making me forget about my worries. But there was part of me that didn't want to forget. I couldn't forget.

Harry's P.O.V:

We stayed in the same position for about half an hour. Neither us speaking a word. She sobbed endlessly. I didn't know what she had seen, but it had hurt her really bad. I tried to comfort her and calm her down, but she didn't stop. I didn't know what to do, but I held her close to me and let her know that I was here for her no matter what.

But she didn't seem to believe me. What had I done? Every time I said that I loved her and I would be there for her, she just looked at me doubtfully, her eyes full of hurt and they showed that she was broken. But I don't know what I had done since I met her, for her to loose trust in me...

Maybe it was that I had left her at the party to go get us drinks. I wasn't there for her when she needed me most, when she needed me to protect her from taylor. I was fuming at just the thought of taylor hurting my girl. But surely she didn't blame me, I didn't know that taylor was going to so anything to her...

And then realisation hit me. She had saw me and taylor in the club. She had saw us kissing. It wasn't really like that, taylor had threw herself at me. I had turned around and she was just there, she kissed me hard. I didn't pull away at first, I was too shocked. I was really drunk, and I had kissed her back a bit too.

But I didn't mean too, I really didn't. I would never had done that, but this time I was just to drunk to know what was going on. I knew those lips didn't feel right, they weren't soft and plump like charlotte's. I pulled away because I didn't feel right.

When I had pulled away from the kiss, taylor looked a little hurt, but then she said she had something to deal with. Now I realise that it wasn't a 'something', but a someone. That someone being charlotte. I knew there was something going on with her...

After a while, charlotte's sobs and cries had died down. She had her face buried into my chest, my shirt now soaking from her tears. But I didn't care. I pulled away and looked at her and saw that she was asleep, but she still looked broken and hurt. I pulled her back into my chest and gently stroked her soft curly hair.

What am I going to do? I thought to myself...

Charlotte's P.O.V:


I was running. But I wasn't fast enough; they people chasing me caught up to me. I glanced back at them. They were right at my heels now.

I looked at the girl who was running with me. The same girl who used to give me nightmares. The girl who had paid a guy to beat me up. The girl who would do anything to keep harry away from me, and here she was, doing the same thing. Trying to keep harry away from me. But for different reasons.

A large hand reached out and grabbed my wrist, and I fell to the floor. The same hand that I used to love to hold, the same hand that used to love to play with my hair, the same hand that used to love to roam my body.

"You're not getting away this easy.." A low voice growled in my ear. The same voice that used to tell me that I was beautiful, the same voice that used to tell me he would never leave me, the same voice that used to tell me that he loved me.

I fell to the ground and whimpered. He laughed at me. But not the way he used to laugh. He used to laugh with me, not at me. His laugh used to be sweet and innocent, not cruel and evil. His laugh used to cheer me up, not make me scared.

I looked up at the smile that played on his lips. But it wasn't the smile I was used to seeing. His smile used to be kind, not evil. His smile used to make everyone else happy, not scared. His smile used to be the reason for my smile, but not anymore.

Harry has changed. And I just can't take it.

We were together for a year, but then he got back together with taylor. Harry and louis kicked me out of their apartment, and I had nowhere to go. My parents had kicked me out to, because they said that once I left their house, they didn't want me coming back.

Taylor and harry had broken up shortly after, and I saw taylor crying in an alley once. I had talked to her, and at first she didn't want anything to do with me. But then we became quite close, I wasn't sure how, but now we were best friends.

To say that harry had changed was an understatement. He had turned into a vicious monster.

But my harry was still in there somewhere. I could see it. then I realised what it was, that look in his eyes. The same look he had in his eyes the day I met him. I didn't understand what it was then, but I can see it perfectly clear now.


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