Forever and Ever

Charlotte Burke is a normal seventeen year old girl. She lives near LA and is used to all the famous people flying in and out. After her father walked out on her and her mother, she was the one to take care of her mom and adopted sister, Annie. She never wanted anything more in life than her family's happiness.
Harry, Liam, Louis, Niall, and Zayn are anything but a normal boys. Being in a boy band was always an important and lucky part of their lives. By now they were used to all the girls: crazy and throwing themselves at them.
One lucky encounter could change everything for them both. Will Char be able to get over her grudge against pop stars? Will the band realize that by falling for Char music won't be the only important thing? Will they even be able to date with one of them being British and the other American?
Love always has it's ways of working, but it usually comes with a price..............


34. S.O.S.

Char's POV
I didn't want to talk anymore. I knew Harry was going to talk me out of my plans and make me cry for myself. 
I was done crying. 
"Bye Harry." I whispered. 
"What? Char! N-"
I shut the phone off. 
He was gone. 
I wasn't in Spain. I had lied. I was in London right around the corner from where Harry was walking. 
Louis lied. Harry looked fine. 
He was fine. 
I was gone. 
My mom was gone. 
My sister was gone. 
My dad was gone. 
Harry was fine. I needed to let go, he deserved that much. 
I looked up at him and smiled. I still loved him. 
Harry threw his phone at the concrete and watched it shatter. 
He knew he couldn't stop me. 
I knew he could. And seeing him, made me freeze. 
He left his heap of shattered glass and plastic on the sidewalk and sat on a bench. His head in his hands. 
He was crying. I frowned. 
He was going to be ok. 
I wasn't. 
Wherever I went, chaos followed. 
Louis emerged from the restaurant and a grin came to my face. I missed him too. 
Seeing Harry, worry was plastered onto his. 
I assumed he said something like "What's wrong, mate?" 
And Harry probably responded, "Everything." 
I waited for something to happen. Nothing. 
Harry got up and left, Louis stood dumbstruck next to the wooden bench. 
So Harry had told him about me. 
How I practically told him I wanted to commit suicide. 
How I just lost my entire family. How he just lost me. 


Louis's POV
"Harry! Harry you gotta get out." I pounded on his door. 
"He's still in there?" Zayn frowned. 
The others came around the door near me. 
"I just got off the phone with his mom she has no clue what to do, she said he's never done anything like this before." Liam whispered. 
"Did anyone try Gemma?" Niall asked. 
"She wouldn't know what to do either." I snapped. 
"No, you're right... What about you know who." Zayn hissed. 
"I tried, she wouldn't pick up." I shrugged. 
"She's gone." He mumbled. 
"Harry!" We yelled. 
"What?" He finally opened the door and reveled himself. I didn't think it was my friend in front of me. 
His eyes were bloodshot from crying. 
He looked weak. 
His hair was a flat, dull, greasy mess. 
"Harry, you need to see a doctor or something." I put a hand on his shoulder. 
He shoved it off and went to the kitchen and grabbed a jug of milk from the fridge and began chugging it. 
"Haz, what happened?" Zayn demanded. 
"I talked with her." He frowned. 
"And?" I asked quietly. 
"I don't want to talk about it." 
"Harry you can't just lock yourself up forever." Niall argued. 
"Fuck off. My problem!" He screamed, slamming down the jug of milk and shoving past us. 
"Haz, what happened?" I asked. 
"I just said no. Fuck the hell off." He snapped, slamming the door. 
"Harry what are you gonna do with your life if you just lock your fucking self away?" I yelled at him. 
"I can't handle it. She was right. It's too hard." He mumbled from the other side of the door. 
"Who? Char? What can't you handle?" I gasped. 
"She was right. Living is too hard." He sighed. 
I didn't think, I turned to the guys and said, "Don't let him near anything dangerous." 
"Where are you going?" Niall asked. 
"To find the one person who could stop this." I sighed. 

"Char. You better pick this fucking up. I'm done. You and Harry both suck right now. But he's going to hurt himself and I need you. You can stop him. You might be able to keep him with us. Please answer." I left her six messages. 
I didn't know what to do. 
About to turn back, a buzzing in my pocket startled me. 
"Where is he?" A small voice asked. 
"Charlotte! My fucking god! Where are you?" I was bubbling with happiness. 
The line dropped. 
"Char?" I yelled. 
"Turn around." She whispered. 
There she was. In the flesh. 
I picked her up into a massive hug and felt tears falling out of my eyes. 
"Where is he?" She said impatiently. 
"Follow me." I pulled her to the car and sped home. 

"HARRY!" We came in to a room of yelling. 
"SHE'S GONE!" Harry was still in his room. 
"No she's not!" I screamed. 
Everyone fell silent as I dragged Char into the room. 
"What?" Harry breathed from the other room. 
"Curly! Open up!" Char slammed on his door over and over. 
"Charlotte?" He asked. 
"Hey babe. I'm here. I'm with you." Char had tears streaming down her face and was angrily slamming against his door. 

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