Charlotte Rose

Charlotte Rose Tomlinson grew up the normal life. If the normal life includes having a full passport by the age of four and going on tour with your superstar father. Sadly her mothers and fathers relationship came to an end and ended up with her mother getting into a serious car accident which meant that Charlotte had to live with her aunt in London and help take care of her sick mother.

Eventually, Charlotte wants to live her own life and do things her own way. She becomes romantically involved with the schools bad boy and her whole life is thrown for a loop. Will her life ever be the same?


17. Had to see You

  I woke up my pillow wet. Oh yeah that's right i cried myself to sleep after my dad told me that we were moving to New York. Thanks a lot asshole. I sat up in my bed and looked out the window that didn't have the curtains drawn giving me the best view of the city. I need to see Jake before I leave, I say to myself. I get up and walk out into the living room. My dad passed out on the couch with an empty bottle of scotch on the table. To bad he didn't save any for me. All the lights are still on, clothes strewn across the floor. Women's clothes. Elenore must've come back while we were both sleeping to take the rest of her stuff. Poor girl, why'd she have to be so stupid. I mean seriously?


I look out the window. The city is all lit up and looks beautiful. I've been living in London my whole life and I feel like I've never really been in the city. I only have a couple days left until I can still get the chance to make the best of my days here. Soon Manhattan will become my new home. I've been all over the world but never New York. I can't lie, I'm kind of excited to take on a new life. Start over because in these last couple of months I've been screwing up a lot. But then there's Jake and my mother. I will miss them dearly. Jake...I can still see him. I rush back into the living room and search for my dad's wallet. When I see that his wallet, among many other things is on the floor I scoop it up. I take 50 pounds and one of my favorite things to pay with. I small little rectangular shiny plastic visa unlimited credit card. I find a piece of paper and write,



You're just going to have to deal with being broke for a couple of hours while I'm out living my life while I still can. x



He wasn't broke of course he still had a wad of cash in his wallet. He might not even notice that anything is missing. I take the room key and shove it in my pocket and rush down stairs. I walk over to the main desk where a woman who doesn't look to happy stands a mean mug planted on her face. f


"Yes?" She asks. I pull out the 50 pounds and hold it out to her.


"Can I use that phone?" I ask. She pushes the money away from her and goes to pick up the phone and then hesitates.


"How old are you?" She asks looking at my suspiciously. I rake my fingers though my messy tangled hair.


"Does it matter?" I say getting frustrated.


"Well I'd figure you'd have a cell phone," The woman says. She hands me the phone. I punch in the taxi service and tell them where I am and where I want to go.


"50 pounds." The man says. I hang up the phone. Good just enough. The woman eyes me suspiciously as I hand the phone back to her.


"Where are you heading off to this late at night?" The woman asks. I look at the clock. 23:07 (11:07). Maybe it was late. Oh well, this lady should be minding her own business. I look her in the eyes.


"My boyfriends house, is that good enough for you. You and all these fucking questions. How would you like it if I asked you so many questions huh?" I say angrily. She crosses her arms over her chest.


"Keep talking to me like that and I'll throw you out of here." The woman says.


"Do it, I'll just tell my father to buy the place," I hiss storming out of the apartment building. I stand outside. It was chilly and the wind made my skin bumpy. I was wearing nothing but a little black dress with stockings and slippers. I was making the ultimate fashion statment with my cat throw blanket that was draped over me sheilding me from the bitter cold of the night. It felt like I was standing outside for hours until I seen a taxi pull up in front of me.


"Get in," The man said. He didn't sound to happy and I was in no mood for an attitude. I opened the back seat door of the van and took my seat and closed the door behind me. The van was warm and I let my body melt into the uncomfortable back seat of the mini van. "Right outside the city right?" The man says making sure.


"Yup, Duncan street West." I say confirming him. He nodded his head and took off into the traffic. Hopefully there wasn't much traffic since it was so late at night but you never know with London. I look out my window and billboards that are lit up. The clock tower is so far in the distance but still examplifies it's beautiful, even in the heavy darkness of the night.


"Why you out so late miss?" More questions, just kill me know. He sounded nice about it.


"I'm moving to New York in a couple of days and I want to spend them with people I actually love." I say leaving my head on the cold glass window. The man chuckles.


"A boyfriends then I'm assuming yeah?" The man says. I nod my head and he sees me through the rearview mirror. He looks at me deeply and all of this feels so wrong and to intense for a stranger.


"You have no friends to spend the rest of your days with?"


"No I don't...never did." I say. He makes a left and now we're on my road...Well my old road. We're almost there.


"Then how'd you guys...never mind. I don't know you, and I'll probably never see you again but if you really think that he's going to stay faithful to you while you're gone living in New York or where ever you're heading off too you're dead wrong...Just don't get your hopes up." The man stops the van a couple of houses away from Jake's. I take in what he says. I would normally be cursing him out by now but theres no time for that. What he's saying is probably true. I'll just have to accept that, do I want it to be true no, and I hope to God that Jake proves me wrong but...I love him. I'm willing to do whatever it takes. Maybe. I don't know this is all just way too much. I don't want to make the wrong mistakes but it feels like sometimes that's what I'm supposed to do. I'm supposed to take my mothers footsteps and walk in them all over again. I don't want to. I never wanted to, but everything that's wrong that I do feel so right...


I open the car door and go to hand the man the money. He shakes his head no. "Keep it." He says. I smile and start walking towards Jake's house. As I get closer I see that his light is on in his room. Ms. Jacobs is still sleeping though so it'd be rude if I were to go knock on the door. Instead I search the floor for pebbles. Yeah I know, how cliche throwing pebbles at your lovers window. But desperate times call for desperate measures as they say so this is a pretty despereate time if you ask me. I throw a few and miss and then the next five are home runs. His window creeks open. He looks up and around. He's so stupid.


"Jake down here!" I say shouting up to him. I watch him look down at the ground and when he finally finds me he smiles and laughs.


"What the fuck are you doing? Why aren't you home?" He asks. I smile even though in my mind I wished I could cry my eyes out to him.


"Let me in and I'll explain everything." I say. He closes his window and I walk to his front door and I listen to him walk down the stairs. He opens the door and smiles his spliff dangling from his lips.


"You just couldn't get enough," He says. He opens his arms and I walk into them and I couldn't help but break down into tears. This will be one of the last times I get to hug him and I can't help but wish I had more time. He hugs me tight and kisses me on my head and looks at me. "Did I say something?" He asks.


I laugh. "No, you didn't say anything," I say. I hold him tighter afraid that he may slip out of my hands like sand. He walks me up to his room and it smells just like weed. It doesn't smell that good but the comforting stale dank smell of weed makes my heart warm. I know I'm safe here with him. We both sit down on his bed. He rubs my back as I weep in his arms.


"Okay tell me what's wrong now." He says some what forcefully. I gulp down hard. For some reason I almost feel bad for moving even though it's not my fault. I'll hate to see Jake's face when I let him down with the sad news.


"I'm moving." I say. He looks at me to see if I'm going to say something else. He smiles but when he realizes that I'm finished he looks upset.



"Where to?" He asks. He's not upset yet, just wait till he finds out. I look at him water still in my eyes.


"New York..." I say. Jake stares at me in shock, his grey eyes burning holes through my flesh. He clenched his fists closed and stared straight ahead. For a minuet he starred at the ground and then suddenly he turned around and punched a hole deep into the wall. I jumped to him before he made anymore damage. "Stop it Jake!" I yell. I held his face in my hands and his eyes were filled with pure rage. I kissed his four head and he closed his eyes and held me tight to him.


"Why are you leaving me Charlotte?" He says tears swelling in his eyes.


"You really think I want to leave you Jake? Are you insane?" I ask. He shakes his head no and stares straight into my eyes.


"You can't leave me," He says crying. "You can't." He cries. I wipe away his tears and I force myself to hold in my own.


"I have to...I don't know how much longer I can stay but for right now lets just have some fun please. I don't want to remember you like this." I say genuienly. Jake smiles and I notice his facial hair that's growing in on his upper lip and cheeks.


"Okay, then let's go." he says. He springs out of his bed and pulls on a shirt over his head that was on the floor.


"Where are we going?" I ask while he pulls me down the stairs with him.


"We're going to get matching tattoos."


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