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'.


18. Chapter 18:

Harry's P.O.V:

As we entered the club, the whole group of us were instantly recognised and we were led to the VIP section. Everyone decided to start by ordering some drinks, except from Charlotte and I. I kind of wanted to drink tonight, but I didn't mind because Charlotte would need help when everyone else is drunk.

The music was extremely loud and you could barely hear a thing.

"Harry! Come dance with me!" Charlotte screamed, grabbing my hand and trying to drag me to the dance floor. When I raised my eyebrows at her, she pouted. I had to give in to that, it's so cute when she pouts that I just cat resist giving in to her.

"Thanks babe!" She smiled. I rolled my eyes at her and chuckled, but accepted her hand and she led me to the dance floor. She bounced through the groups of people carelessly, and I laughed at her eagerness for dancing. I knew that she had always loved dancing.

When we reached the dance floor, everyone around us were already drunk, dancing closely. I knew we didn't intend on getting drunk tonight, but I knew there would be a lot of dancing.

After Charlotte and I danced together for a while, I got a bit tired of it and decided to sit down. I glanced over at the bar, to see the boys ordering more drinks. I sighed, really needing a drink right now. I notice that Charlotte had been watching me.

"Go on babe, you can go get a drink. Just please don't get too drunk! I'm gonna go find the girls!" She smiled, pecking my cheek before she turned around and disappeared into the groups of people to go find the other girls.




Charlotte's P.O.V:

I walked through the club, searching for the girls. But they were nowhere to be seen. I sighed and sat down on a bar stool, getting slightly thirsty. I decided just to get some water, but before I could ask, a man about a few years older than me came over to me.

"Hey, what's a beautiful woman like you doing in this club alone?" The man asked me, winking. I jumped off of the stool, and started to back away from him. But every step I took backwards, he took another step closer. I stumbled away, but he still followed me.

I ended up in a fairly secluded area of the club. But the man had still followed me. What was his problem? We stood face to face. I had no escape route now, as he was blocking my way. I inched backwards, but he took more steps closer to me.

I looked around helplessly, as my back hit the wall. I had no idea what to do, I couldn't escape because he had me pinned up against the wall. Like I said before, this part of the club wasn't very visible, and the only people who could actually see us we're probably too drunk to care.

"Please... Let go of me..." I begged. He just chuckled.

"Don't worry... You shouldn't be alone in a club anyway... I'll keep you safe..." He whispered, laughing evilly. I struggled to get out of his grasp, but he was too strong.

I tried to scream, but he put his had over my mouth. Nobody would've heard me over this music anyway.

The man grabbed my wrists and pulled me into the men's bathrooms that were nearby. He looked down at me and grinned.

"Don't worry love, I'm not going to hurt you..." He pushed me up against the wall an crashed his lips onto mine, but I didn't kiss him back, of course. He was nowheres near as good as kisser as Harry. Harry's lips were soft and plump, and they were always so gentle even in the most passionate kiss.

"Get off of me!" I cried, as tears started to escape my eyes. I wanted Harry here, right now. The man shook his head and chuckled.

"Feisty one, aren't you? I like that." He winked, as he moved his hands round to my back. His fingers found the zip to my dress, and started to pull it down slowly. I tried to fight his arms away, but I couldn't. I tried to scream, but no one would hear me.

He pulled my dress down slowly, rubbing his hands across my bare skin.

"Please don't... I have a boyfriend.." I sobbed. The guy raised his eyebrows in amusement.

"Oh yeah? Who is he?" The man asked.




Justin's P.O.V:

"Hey guys, where's Charlotte?" Harry asked the girls, as they approached us. They all looked at each other, confused. Harry had said that Charlotte had gone to find the girls, but here they were, without Charlotte.

"We thought she was with you?" Perrie asked.

"No, she said she was going to find you guys... Oh my god where is she..." Harry's eyes darted around frantically in search for his girlfriend. I was pretty sure that I had seen her only a few minutes ago, but it just seemed like there was something strange...

I slipped away from the group, and wandered around the club to look for her. The music was loud, so she wouldn't hear if I called her. I looked around desperately in search for the beautiful girl. I don't know why I was so desperate to find her, maybe it was the fact that she was Harry's girl and I care about him or something more...

I scanned the club with my eyes, searching for her in the crowds. I suddenly saw, out of the corner of my eye, a girl being dragged into the bathrooms by a man. I wasn't exactly sure if it was Charlotte, but I has to try.

I pushed my way through the crowds of drunk teenagers, it took longer than I thought to get through. A moment after, I had finally managed to get over to the bathrooms where The girl had been dragged.

I heard a muffled scream from the other side of the door. I sprinted over to it and pushed it open forcefully.

I was met by a horrific sight. Charlotte was lying on the floor, helplessly crying. A large man was standing above her, pulling her dress off. I heard their conversation as I entered.

"I have a boyfriend..." Charlotte stuttered.

"Oh yeah? Who is he?" The man asked, sounding quite amused.

Before Charlotte had time to answer, I ran over an grabbed the man from behind.

"Me." I answered the man's question. He laughed loudly, shaking me off of him. Charlotte looked relieved to see me, but still scared of the man.

"Really? I don't believe you for a second." He doubted. I looked at Charlotte, who had her eyes squeezed shut tightly.

"Yes." I replied confidently.

"I could knock you out with my little finger." The guy threatened. But I wasn't scared.

"I didn't want to have to do this, but I guess I'll have to.." I muttered, pulling something out of my back pocket.

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