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'.


21. Chapter 21:


Charlotte's P.O.V:


I slowly and carefully slid out of the bed, being extra careful not to wake Harry. It was really hard, because Harry had his arm around my waist so I had to lift it up and off of me. Luckily, he was a very heavy sleeper so I managed to get out of the bed without him waking up.

I turned around to look at him again, checking that he was still sound asleep. I smiled when I saw him sleeping peacefully, his mouth hanging open slightly but he still had a smile on his face. His curls fell messily onto the pillow. He was so cute, I couldn't believe that I had him. Me, out of 10 million girls, he chose me.

Quickly, I pressed a kiss to his forehead and pulled the blanket over him, then headed towards the door. I could still hear the person talking, so I opened the door as slowly and silently as I possibly could. I couldn't hear what the person was saying, and I still couldn't make out who's voice it was.

I crept through the hallway, reaching the door to the living room, pressing my ear up against the door. I still couldn't tell who it was, because their voice was quiet and muffled. I should've got Harry to come with me, in case it was an intruder, but he looked so cute sleeping that I decided not to.

I had to be brave now though, so I slowly pushed the door open.

"It's not my place to tell you. She'll tell you when she's ready." I heard the person say to someone on the phone, just as I walked through the door. I sighed of relief when I saw who the 'intruder' was. He turned around and flashed me a smile.

"Niall, I've gotta go. Speak to you tomorrow. Bye." Justin said into the phone, before hanging up and placing his phone on the table. He patted the seat beside him on the sofa, which I happily took.

"So, what are you doing awake?" Justin asked.

"You fucking scared me! I thought you were some intruder!" I giggled, and he starting laughing too.

"Sorry." He smiled apologetically. I laughed and rolled my eyes at him.

"Anyway, what are you doing here? No offence, I just thought you had to leave tonight?" I asked. He just shook his head.

"Turns out that I have another concert here in London tonight." Justin explained.

"Oh cool." I nodded.

"Oh, that reminds me! I got something for you!" Justin grinned, reaching into his pocket to find something. Why would he get me something? I thought to myself, confused. I gasped in shock and excitement when he pulled two VIP passes to his concert.

"No way!" I screamed. He laughed and nodded.

"These are for you and Harry. I already gave everyone else theirs. They all said it was fine because you guys weren't planning to do anything tonight." Justin grinned.

"Oh my god! Thank you so much!" I squealed, throwing myself into his arms and hugging him tightly. He laughed, but he still hugged me back.

Just then, the door opened and a sleepy looking Harry walked into the room, rubbing his eyes.

"What's going on in here? Why are you guys making so much noise? I'm tired babe, please come back to bed." Harry complained groggily. His voice was raspy and his hair was a ruffled mess. I squealed again and jumped off of the sofa, running over to Harry wit the VIP passes in my hands.

"Babe, babe look what Justin got us! VIP passes to his concert tomorrow!" I screamed jumping up and down happily, finding it hard to contain my excitement. I waved the passes in front of his face, and he laughed at my enthusiasm. He picked me up and spun me around, trying not to hurt the baby as he did so.

"That's great babe." He smiled at me, still laughing. "Thanks man!" He thanked Justin.

"No problem Harry, it's my pleasure." Justin responded, flashing us another smile. I ran over to him again and gave him another hug, thanking him repeatedly.

"Charlotte, are you coming back to bed love? I'm so tired." Harry yawned. I looked between him and Justin, and remembered that I wanted to ask Justin something.

"Um yeah, I'll be there in a minute." I smiled, and he nodded before tuning around and walking out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I turned back to Justin, who raised his eyebrows at me. I sighed and sat on the sofa beside him. I played with my hands awkwardly because I didn't know how to ask him, but it was like he read my mind. He put an arm around my shoulder to comfort me, looking me directly in the eyes as he began to speak.

"I'm so sorry I scared you." He whispered. A tear slid down my cheek as I remembered what had happened earlier tonight.

"Justin.. It's not you're fault..." I started, not really knowing what to say. He cut me off, by putting a finger to my lips.

"No. It is my fault. I scared you to death, you probably thought I would hurt you." He shook his head sadly, obviously looking disappointed in himself.

"But why did you have the knife?" I asked him. He stared at me for a moment, debating whether he should tell me or not.

"I've never told anyone this before... Not even Alfredo..." He started.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I'm not pressuring you into anything, okay?" I whispered softly. He shook his head again.

"No. I want to tell you." He replied. I nodded and signalled for him to start his story.

"It happened back when I was only 16 years old. I was young. But I decided to go clubbing with a few friends and my girlfriend, and I got let in even though I was underage, because I was famous. It was a decision I regret, though. My girlfriend... Exactly what happened to you, happened to her. I was devastated when I walked in and found my girlfriend about to be raped."

I saw a tear slide down Justin's cheek, so I quickly wiped it away.

"I had no idea what to do when I saw her there. She looked so helpless, she had been crying and she was covered in red marks. But I couldn't do anything about it. I felt so small, compared to this massive guy. I tried to stop him, but I failed. He drew a knife from his pocket and held it up to my neck. He threatened to kill me and my girlfriend if I tried anything."

More and more tears fell from his eyes I hugged him close to me, sad that he had to feel this pain. No one deserved this.

"I couldn't bare to see her get raped, but if I tried to help her, he would've killed her. So I let her rape her, and it was like being stabbed in the heart. He took her away. I love her so much, I still do. At least now, there's still a possibility that she's alive. I've been searching for her ever since, I tried to move on and get a new girlfriend but I just can't, it's so hard..."

Justin began sobbing hard. I rubbed his back to calm him down.

"Every time I go clubbing now, I always carry a knife with me. I didn't want what happened to her, happen to anyone else. I'm so glad I found you when I did, because he could've taken you, and I care about you. Harry loves you so much, and I don't want him to go through the pain I've gone through. I loved her so much, just like Harry loves you. I'm so sorry, I scared you with that knife."

I hugged Justin even tighter, if that was possible. He hugged me back and cried into my should for what felt like forever, but I didn't mind. I felt so bad for Justin and his girlfriend, I was so sorry that he had to go through that. A few tears slipped from my eyes.

After a long while, I pulled away, but still kept my arm around his neck.

"I knew you wouldn't hurt me." I stated. He raised his eyebrows.

"You wouldn't. You're not that kind of person." I explained simply.

"How do you know?" He asked confused.

"Believe it or not, I know everything about you Justin. Rosie and I are possibly your biggest Beliebers. So I know that you're not the kind of guy who would hurt someone." I smiled. He returned the smile.

"See, this is why I love my fans so much." He laughed.

"We love you too, Justin."

"It's weird though, because your not some crazed fan. Don't get me wrong, I love all my fans, but you're just different." Justin laughed.

"Different in a good way or a bad way?" I asked, biting my lip nervously.

"Different in an amazing way. Like, I can just be normal around you without you screaming in my face every five seconds." I laughed at his comment.

"Now go to bed, Harry's waiting for you." He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and hugged me, before we said goodnight. I walked back to the bedroom and quietly opened the door, just in case Harry was still asleep. But I was surprised when I walked in and saw Harry curled up in the corner of the room with his head in his hands, crying.

I rushed over to him and sat beside him, hugging him into me. He cried and cried for ever. What's wrong with the boys tonight, both Harry and Justin have been crying. I sighed and let Harry cry into my chest, kissing his forehead repeatedly as I tried to calm him down.

"I - I heard... What happened..." Harry sobbed. "To Justin's girlfriend, and to you..." I tried hard to contain my tears as Harry cried. This isn't how I wanted him to find out, I wanted to tell him myself, when I was ready.

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