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?


21. "I'm not sick!"

Charlotte's P.O.V



I sit down on the bed next to her. She stares at me for a minuet before she speaks. When she finally does something else she hands me a photograph. "I've been here for you since day one see." She says. I look at the picture and it was of my mum Lola, Camile, and my father Louis. They all looked so happy and my mum...she was so young. And then there I was small as ever laying on my mum's chest. Before I became a burden. Before I was living with my aunt. Before everything went to shit. I feel my cheeks burn with tears that are ready to spill down my face. "I always tried to push you away from Harry...he was never good for her." Lola says. God if only she knew the half of it. "She never listened...she was so stubborn. That day she got into that accident...I wanted you. I was trying to bring you back here but your aunt Camile insisted since she couldn't have children and all." She took a deep breath. 


"Pretty much the gist of this talk is to tell you that...ever since you were born everyone thought that you'd end up like your mother. That's why Louis brought you here. I'm not going to tell you how to live your life Charlotte but...Don't prove all those people right Charlotte. You never want to give others what they want when it means that you're being put down," Lola places her hands on my face and looks me in the eyes. "Don't let me- yourself down." Lola lets go and stands up.


"The only thing I ask of you is to keep this room clean....And oh, get dressed up we're going out to eat." I stand up and make my way over to my bags to dig through my clothes.


"Lola," I say before she leaves my room.


"Yeah?" She says.


"Thanks," I say. She smiles at me and closes the door shut behind her. While I was packing I don't remember having packed any dresses. I walked over to the closet and I opened the french doors and there was this dress. It was all white and form fitting and you could tell it was brand new because it was still in the plastic bag. I took the plastic bag out with the dress and put it on my bed. I unzip the bag and read the size. Size 5. Good job Lola,you got my perfect size. I start to undress and look at my naked body in the mirror. I look at the tattoo on my ribs that remind me of him. I look at my wrist where his small initials are imprinted on my skin. Forever. I reach to put the dress on and when I see the price on the price tag I scream. Someone rushes into my room. 


"Are you okay?" Stone yells. I turn around and look at him, his eyes buldge when he sees me. He covers his eyes. "You scared the shit out of me." He says. 


"Stone!" I hear Lola call. I grab Stone by his hand push him into my bathroom. 


"Just go along with it okay," I say. He stares at my boobs and I move his chin up to look at me. "Okay?" I say.


"Yeah," he says. I close the door and I cover my chest and run to the hallway. 


"He's using my bathroom..." I hesitate. "He clogged the toilet in his room," I say covering for him. Stone goes to walk out of my bathroom but I run to the door and hold it shut. Lola is now standing in the door frame and she looks at me.


"I see you've found the dress." Lola says. I nod my head and smile and slip into the form fitting dress that comes down mid thigh. Lola walks in and pulls the tight dress down. I didn't realize before but it had a plunging back line that ended right before my tail bone. "Looks great on you," She says.


"It does but it sucks that it was twelve thousand pounds," I say. Lola pulls me hair that I threw behind my shoulders to the front of my face. The bathroom door opens again and I look in the direction of an open mouthed Stone who stares at me flabbergasted. 


"Doesn't she look beautiful Stone?" Lola says looking over at her son. He nods his head and leaves the room almost too quickly and he made me feel uncomfortable. I look at Lola and she gives me a weak smile. 




Jake's P.O.V



I lay looking up at my white ceiling. It's bare it's all white. It's so naked...Just like me right now. I look at Daisy as she sleeps soundly next to me. Her hairs a mess and her mouth is slightly opened. I turn over on my side and look over at her. I was so used to this feeling for such a long time. Inviting her over, having sex with her, have nonsense conversation and then she'd go back home, or vise versa, but Daisy has been at my house for three days straight now. You'd figure all this time being together we'd become closer but now she's more of a stranger to me than she ever was before. 


The saddest part is that I check my phone all the time for Charlotte's texts, but I'm never rewarded with any of course. Charlotte's probably forgotten about me by now, with some rich aristocrat that buys her nice stuff. Speaking of Charlotte let me check my phon-


"She messaged me!" I blurt out. I swipe my phone open and text her back. "I thought you'd never message me." I say in a low whisper. 


Yeah me neither. My dad already programmed your number into my phone. Maybe he's not a complete asshole. x She texts.


Face time? I ask.


What's that?  I almost laugh out loud but then I remember that she's never had a phone until now. 


Just answer it. I click on the face time icon and wait anxiously for her to answer. When she finally does she smiles. She waves and I asses her background of the New York city skyline.


"You look beautiful," I tell her. She blushes innocently and throws her thick curly hair over her shoulder. 


"Thank you, I'm going out to dinner in a little bit so I can't talk that long." She says as she puts her phone down but facing me so I can still watch her as she goes to strap her feet into some heels.


"Must be a fancy place," I say wiping the sleep out of my eyes. "Who you going with?" I ask. 


"Stone...and Lola," She says. She picks her phone back up. "Whose with you?" She asks. Dammit, Daisy must be moving around in my bed or something. 


"Just uh-" She looks at me with a scowl on her face.


"Gosh you really couldn't wait could you? Had to stick your cock inside the easiest person. There's a reason why I never let you take my virginity, I knew you'd do this," She says angrily. With each word she says my blood boils ten times more.


"What virginity Charlotte? You never would have lost it to me because you were too busy getting knocked up by my best friend Landon. Now that's low," I spit back. She looks at me, tears streaming down her face. I wish I could've taken the words back the moment they came out of my mouth but it was too late for late. Just then someone walks into her was a guy. 


"Hey almos-" The guy says but she cuts him off.


"You see this guy, his name is Stone. I kissed him earlier while you were fucking...who ever is in your bed. Fuck yourself," She says hanging up the phone. 







Okay so that's that as far as Charlotte and Jake go. Jake will start having less and less P.O.V's and Stone will start to have more. I hope you guys will enjoy him, he's a pretty cool character if you ask me. Let me know what you guys think about him.






Stone's P.O.V




I walk down the hall way and wait outside her room for a moment. Should I just open it? Knock or? I have no clue. I don't want to seem rude. I knock on her door, but my knock is ignored. I hear her yelling at someone. I knock again. Nothing. Okay then she asked for it. I walk into her room, hoping she's dressed because that was really awkward.


"Hey almost-" I start but instead she interrupts me.


"You see this guy, his name is Stone. I kissed him earlier while you were fucking...who ever is in your bed. Fuck yourself," She says throwing her phone across the room. I look at her anger stains her eyes like a pasta stain on a white shirt. 


"I tried to knock," I say pointing to the door. She walks over to me and stands face to face in front of me.


"I know you did, I wanted you to walk in on purpose." She say as she crosses her arms over her chest.


"Why?" I ask confused. She rolls her eyes. She's a bitch, I think. And not the cool bitch, the miserable kind who loves to see people sad or upset. 


"That'd make him more mad," She says walking out to her balcony picking up a box of cigarettes off her dresser on her way out. She leans against the rails and light is, perfuming the air with a thick smoke. 


"Who was that your boy friend? Why would you want to make him upset?" I ask. Charlotte takes a deep inhale of her cigarette and blows it out. 


"I guess you can say that...we never really defined the relationship though and that's exactly why...cause he's a fucking asshole!" She yells. 


"Well you guys seem perfect for each other then," I say. She looks at me evilly and she looks like she's about to lunge forward towards me but she doesn't, instead she laughs.


"I guess we were," She chuckles.


"You're sick," I say going to leave her balcony.


"Only as sick as you are. Why the fuck did you bother even  coming to my room anyway? I bet you wanted to see me naked again right? Your girlfriend isn't giving it to you is she? You want to get it from someone else, you don't feel like waiting around. You want me." She smiles and I really can't help but find her helplessly attractive. "Don't you." I walk towards her, anger pulsing through my veins I grab her by her face. "What are you going to do? Hit me? Do it! Hit me! Make me feel something!" She yells. Tears stream down her face and suddenly her body falls limp against mine. I hold her as she cries. "I'm not sick," she cries. "I'm not sick."  


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