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?


26. Poppy

--[Charlotte's POV]--

"He was cute," Joy says as she drives me back home. I wipe my face I. The passenger seat and look over at Joy.

"Knock yourself out," I tell her. "I heard he's good in bed." She makes a left on my road.

"You've never has sex with him?" Joy asks. She stops in front of the sky scraper in which I'm lucky to call home.

"I've never had sex with anybody," I say opening the passenger door and slamming it shut behind me. I know Joy was trying to talk to me but I was ignoring her. When I got to the lift I pressed the 13 square until it turned red. Once I got to the thirteenth floor I knocked on the door. I already had my speech planned for Lola.

When she opened the door I put on my best hangover mug. " I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to miss schoo-"

"Enough with the excuses, go up to your room and give me your phone," Lola says. I dig into my pocket and hand her my new phone then she points to the stairs. I walk up the stairs taking two at a time. Once I get down my hallway I sneak up to Stone's room. The clock on the stove said it was two so he might be home. I creek open his door. He was laying... Wait no he was... Hovering over Wynter his bare shoulders red with scratches as Wynter moaned. I gently closed the door and stormed down the hallway to my room. When I got in there I shut the door behind me and notice the mess that I left behind. Guess Charlie just left my homework. I look at it, and then I notice Charlie's chicken scratch in a corner of one of the papers.

Hey I knew you wouldn't be coming back to school today. I'll be at your house to catch you up on everything you missed and you better fill me in on the details :)

I crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trash. I laid back on my bed and started at the ceiling. What the fuck. Seriously what is wrong with me? Why would I make out with Stone in the first place? I knew it'd never work out with him having a girlfriend and the fact that we live together makes matters even worse. Suddenly there was a knock at my door.

"Yes?" I call. My door opens and I feel my bed sink beside me. I just continue to look up at the ceiling.

"What's wrong with you today?" Lola asks. I roll my eyes annoyed.

"Nothing can't you tell I'm just the happiest person whose ever walked this earth?" I say with dry sarcasm.

"Your sister Poppy called today," I turn my full attention towards Lola.

"Wha-when did she call?" I ask shocked. Lola shrugs her shoulders.

"Maybe an hour before you decided to come home," Lola says. I practically jump out of my bed to the home phone on my night stand.

--[Flash Back]--

{third person}

As Charlotte, Poppy, and Thomas sat around the table alone the air was heavy with tension. For the last hour they've been sitting around at the table. Hand games and story telling got old quick and the children were hushed when they heard their parents yelling.

"What do you think they're yelling about?" Thomas asked, his brown bangs covering his eye brows.

"I have no idea," Poppy said tucking her blonde hair behind her ear.

"I'm sure it's nothing that bad," Charlotte said trying to cheer everybody up. That's what the older siblings were supposed to do, keep everyone in high spirits and in order. It was something Louis instilled in Charlotte once Poppy turned two. The same rules applied now that Charlotte was eleven and Poppy was nine and Tommy a young six. Both Poppy and Thomas smiled at Charlotte reassuringly.

Just then the door opened to their bed room. Louis and Hannah walked in together, Louis had looked like he'd been through hell and back while Hannah stood there a bright smile on her face.

"We have some new a to share with you guys," Louis said. He cleared his throat and began to speak again. "We're moving to Doncaster!" Louis exclaimed. All the kids started to cheer and hug one another. They loved their grandparents and were excited that they'd be able to see them more often.

Louis' expression saddened. Louis flicked his finger motioning for Charlotte to come to him. "Charlotte," Louis said sadly. Charlotte beamed up at her father.

"Yes daddy," Charlotte said happily. Louis placed his hand on Charlotte's shoulder and squeezed it.

"You're not moving to Doncaster with us," Louis said. Charlotte's bottom lip started to quiver as she tried to stifle her tears.

"Why not?"

"You're going to be moving with your Auntie Camile," Louis said trying to make the situation sound better. There was no use because Charlotte broke into tears. She looked at her father her eyes red with tears.

"Is it because of Hannah?" Charlotte asked her voice quiet enough for only her and Louis to hear. Louis went to speak but his words fell flat.

Charlotte never knew what it was, but she always knew that Hannah didn't like her. Ever since Charlotte was younger too. While everyone else got a new iPod 7e (futuristic iPod touch) Charlotte got the older generation. Charlotte always felt that Hannah also always tried to purposely leave her out of family gatherings and vacations and Louis always had to say something to her about it.

"What's wrong?" Poppy asked coming over to Louis and Charlotte.

"Charlotte's not moving to Doncaster with us," Louis said. Instantly Poppy broke into tears, which got Thomas' attention and before you knew it everyone was crying but Hannah.

After Hannah, Louis and her siblings moved to Doncaster Charlotte was lucky if she got to see them for Christmas. She loved Thomas of course but she was really upset about not being able to see Poppy. They were so close. For two or three years, Charlotte and Poppy talked on the phone almost everyday until Hannah came up with the excuses that "Poppy has to focus on her school work." Charlotte hasn't spoken to her since.

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