Over Again


Charlotte and Harry's relationship started out rough. The first three months was hard for them, filled with drama. There was a lot of bumps in the road, and obstacles along the way. But they figured out their problems, and got over it. Can they forgive and forget their past, and start it all over again?

Sequel to 'Forgive and Forget'.


17. Chapter 17:

"Oh my god..." I mumbled as the girls all walked out of the bedroom. We were going clubbing soon, and the girls were already dressed and ready to go. The rest of Little Mix were coming with us, too. They all looked absolutely beautiful as usual, but Charlotte stood out the most to me. She still looked her best even though she was pregnant.


"Oh my god..." I repeated, unable to think of any other words. The girls heard me this time, and they all exchanged worried looks. I chuckled slightly, knowing perfectly well that they probably thought I didn't like what they were wearing or what they looked like. They always thought that I didn't like their appearances.

"What's wrong Hazza? Don't you like what we're wearing?" Perrie asked, trying to hide her disappointment. All the girls were holding worried and slightly upset expressions on their faces. I just shook my head, snapping out of my trance. They sighed of relief when I shot them all a massive smile.

"You girls look absolutely beautiful, wow. I don't know what to say, just... Wow... I'm just absolutely speechless..." I muttered, looking each of them up and down and just taking in their beauty. I hugged each one of them, kissing their foreheads. I gave Charlotte a quick peck on the lips too.

"And you don't look too bad yourself, Mr. Styles. I'm loving the tux." Charlotte winked flirtatiously. I chuckled and rolled my eyes at her, but I still gave her a quick kiss. I heard the girls whistle behind us, they were all giggling at our interaction. Charlotte blushed, but she still giggled with them. Eventually I started laughing too.

"Where are the rest of the boys?" Danielle asked after a short while, looking a bit confused. She briefly looked around the apartment but they were nowhere to be seen. The boys had all gone down to get dressed and do their hair at Niall's apartment whilst the girls all got changed in our apartment.

"They're at Niall's apartment, still getting ready. I was the first one finished, seeing as they all take forever to do their hair or whatever but I don't. Seriously, they take longer than you girls do. Like what takes so long?" I rolled my eyes. The girls all giggled, and Charlotte playfully slapped my arm.


Charlotte's P.O.V:

"Guys, can you not drink too much tonight? I don't wanna be the only sober one! It's not fair that you lot can drink but I can't!" I whined. Harry laughed and grabbed my hand.

"Don't worry love, I'll stay sober for you. I know it must be hard for you, not being able to drink." He chucked. I smiled at him appreciatively. I really didn't want to be the one in charge of seven drunk boys and six drunk girls. That's something that I wouldn't want to image, it would be so crazy. At least I have Harry to help.

"We have arrived at the destination, everyone!" The limo driver announced after about ten minutes. He walked round and opened our doors for us to get out. Harry got out first and then grabbed my hand to help me carefully climb out of the limo, then we walked hand-in-hand into the club.

"I seriously don't understand why you guys decided to hire a limo for tonight. I know you're famous and rich and everything, but do you seriously need a limo to show that off? It's just drawing so much attention to us." I asked Harry, looking around to see a lot of people looking our way.

"Sorry love, I didn't know that you didn't want a limo. We can get a car home if you like? I'm sure we could get Paul to come pick us up, would you rather do that? I can ask the other boys if-" Harry started to babble, panicking about me not liking the limo. I cut him off by crashing my lips onto his.

When we pulled away, he had a cheeky grin on his face.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?" He asked, amused.

"You're just too cute." I smiled.

"Hey! I'm not 'cute', I'm a man!" Harry protested. I just rolled my eyes at him and grabbed his hand again, walking towards the entrance of the club. I was well aware that the rest of our group were watching us, but that didn't bother me at all.

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