Left Behind

Charlie is just a girl who hasn't had many friends, five to be exact. It's just her misfortune those five friends end up in the same band and make it. They don't just make it, they really made it. One Direction, the most famous boy band of the moment.


19. Chapter 19 Blind Date

Charlie's pov

"So." Mark started and I looked at him. Not sure what to think of it. The look in his eyes told me enough. This wasn't good. "I've set up a blind date." he said excitedly.

I shook my head. "I'm not going on a blind date. Those guys are only creeps." I tried but Mark shook his head. My brother can be annoying sometimes. Well more then some other people. like sometimes he isn't annoying.

"But Charlie." he whined. "Please. I'll pay you back. The date is tonight. The lad is very wealthy. And I have picked out your clothes. I'm going to do your make-up and hair. And it will be perfect. Please." Mark literally begged. I rolled my eyes.

"No. I can find love myself. Really I'm not a for ever alone person. I'm not going on a blind date with a creep." I said crossing my arms. But Mark got his phone out.

"I'll call dad. he would defiantly hear about this, how you don't want a boyfriend. You know how much dad wants you to get one." my eyes got big and I shook my head. he pushed his thumps on the screen of his iPhone.

"Fine. Fine. Fine. I'll do it. I'm going on a blind date with a creep." I huffed in annoyance. And Mark smiled in triumph.

"But." I said. "I won't let you pick out my clothes nor let you do my hair and make-up." I warned. "And you're not going to bring me." I said, and mark nodded quickly.

"But what if you look horrible. You need to look perfect for this lad. I mean, you can't embarrass yourself on the first date." Mark said with concern. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Otherwise I'm not doing it." I warned. He sighed but gave in anyway.

"The date is at seven. Just so you know. Now make yourself ready. And the dress code is formal but not to formal." He pushed me inside my bedroom even though I have four hours left.

I took a shower, and scrubbed myself clean and then turned of the warm water which was running down my body. I dried myself and wrapped myself in the towel. I went inside my room and went to my closet

"What to chose, what to chose." I mumbled and looked trough my closet. I choose a black pair of jeans and threw it into my bed. I pick a light blue pair of jeans and did the same with those.

"Formal my ass." I said as I pick a plaid light red crop or a black tank which flowed at the bottom. But I would stick it inside my jeans and it would look better.

I went for the light blue pants and the black tank top. I picked out some silver jewelry and went to my make-up case.

I applied an hot pink lip gloss and some black eyeliner one line above my eyes, and a small one beneath. I pick up my blush brush and applied some light blush.

I thought I didn't look bad. And I still had two and an half hours to kill. I went outside for Mark to exam me. His eyes widened. But I just shrugged.

"So where is the date?" I asked. He fumbled with his thumps but then looked up. He eyed me up and down again.

"You know. This isn't quite formal. " He crossed his arms, but I just rolled my eyes and smirked. "But I promised. But I still don't approve. But you have to promise something back. Otherwise I'll call dad." he warned.

"Alright. What do I have to promise?" I asked curious. He smirked and then gave me a huge hug.

"you have to promise you stay there at least two hours. I can always check if you have or not. I know the lad myself." I looked at Mark in suspicion but nodded my head.

"I promise. But where is there?" I asked again. Why does he want me to go so badly. Really, I can't understand. He's just my brother, shouldn't he be like al protective over me when we talked about boyfriends.

"It's. Uhm.. I have the address on a note. But I'm not really sure where it is exactly. Because it could be at his place, but it could be at some kind of restaurant. I really have no idea." He said while looking trough a pile of notes and letters and papers. At the end he gave me a yellow sticky note with an address written on it. But it was horribly written. This person hadn't got a decent handwriting.

"Thanks. But why are you so eager I go?" I asked curios. Mark smirked but didn't answer my question. "Answer me." I demanded. He chuckled.

"It's a very special friend of mine, alright. He saw you on a photograph and told me you were beautiful. So I set up this date." He said and smiled at me. I got a warm feeling inside of me.

"He called my beautiful?" I smiled.

"Yup." Mark said. His smirk not leaving his face. "He wouldn't stop talking about you after he said that. Plus I think you two will make a great couple." he winked at which I rolled my eyes.

"There won't be any sort relationship for us. I don't even know the lad."

"Charlie can I speak to you, while the others practice?" coach asked. I nodded my head, and made my way towards him. I smiled at him.

"You know, we're not quite sure if you can be on our team. Seeing as we are a boys team. And girls can't enter." I nodded my head. "But you are an amazing player, so we will see. and then the guys can vote of they want you on the team." well here it goes. The boys don't like me. And surely Harry wouldn't want me here.

I sighed, but agreed anyway. "Then I'll go and practice with the boys." I said and went to the field and started playing with them.

I wasn't on the field yet, but a ball was hit in my face. And it was like the ball was kicked way to hard, I heard feet coming towards me. I opened my eyes.

"Serves you right." Aaron said and smirked down at me. He probably kicked the ball in my face. I stood up and dusted myself and looked at him giving him a slight smile.

"I'm fine. Thanks for asking." I smiled and walked away to the cart with balls in it. I pick one, and started playing alone. I knew they didn't want me there.

"Hey, Charlie. You have no skills at all. That was clearly the reason our coach just told us you suck." one of Aaron and Harry's friends yelled. I didn't know his name.

"Yeah. You should just leave. You don't belong here." Aaron agreed.

"You don have friends, so why should you came here."

"No one wants your ugly face on our field."

"You will never have a boyfriend, you're way to stupid and ugly for one."

"And too fat. haven't you seen those many layers of fat."

I turned around and looked at the group of guys. I looked at Harry. But I knew they were right. I am useless. I haven't got a friend. I am ugly.

"No one wants you here." Harry said. Which broke me. I couldn't help the tears pouring out of my eyes. I ran away. I ran towards my bag and then to the locker room. I quickly chanced into my school clothes and left.

But when I went outside. Aaron was there. I looked at him scared, and I mean really scared. Because he was alone, alone with me. I have no idea what he was going to do with me. But I know for sure there is no one stopping him.

"You bitch. Thought you could run. Why are you so affected by what Harry said." he laughed humorlessly. I didn't knew what to say. I was like frozen.

"I-I thought you were lying." I stuttered and tears sprung in my eyes again. He laughed again.

"You know. No one wants to be your friend. Why would a guy like Harry even be your friend. He made you fall in love with him, but he was just acting. No one would care for you. He only played that he was your friend. And you thought he cared. Everyone knew he played. " Hearing those words again made me cry again.

"You're useless. And you should be punished for it." before I knew it. He kicked me. I fell on the ground. He started kicking me in the gut. But he stopped for a mere second.

I was going to pass out. He kicked me one last time. But then kicked my head. That's when passes out and everything went black.

The hours left pasted by way to quickly. But when I had to go I was nervous. I didn't even knew the lad, but I liked how I was called beautiful. I wasn't used to it. I was usually called ugly.

"So time to go, do you need anything. I can bring you. the offer still stands. My little girl gets big so quickly." he pinched my cheek, but I slapped Marks hand away.

"I'm not a child anymore. And I'm leaving. Bye." I grabbed my clutch which contained my needed keys, my phone, money, and little bit of alcohol. It was a tiny bottle so it fitted in my clutch. I waved goodbye and left my apartment.

I stepped into my car and drove off. I typed the address into my navigator. And went into the direction it told me to. I stopped at a house. It wasn't a tiny house, and I don't think you could call it a house. It more seemed like a villa kind of building.

I stepped up a tiny stairs and was by the door. I nocked and waited until someone opened the door. Which didn't happen until I saw the doorbell and rang it. Stupid me sometimes. This is a huge house why would someone hear a nock.

I waited again. But this time the door was opened by a man in a suit. He looked very old. He smiled at me and gestured for me to come in. I took a step inside. Why would 
my brother send me on a date with an old man.

The man closed the door and went inside another room, I followed him and almost bumped into him as he stopped. He turned around to face me and smiled at me sweetly. "If you would like to stay here miss. Mr. Styles can be here any minute." I wanted to nod, until it sank in.

"Mr. Styles. As in Harry styles?" I asked. I wasn't here for him, I should have known when Mark told me it was a special friend of his. How dare he, he couldn't do this to me, he knew how I felt about him, about them.

"Yes miss. If you'll wait here, I'll leave and he will come in here in a second. You see, he was really hoping you would come, he couldn't talk about anything else but you." I rolled my eyes, Harry doesn't care for me anymore, maybe he never did.

I nodded my head, if he left I could leave unseen. The older man walked out the room and closed it behind him. I wait a second and then followed behind him. But when I tried to opened it, I couldn't the door was locked.

How dare her, locking me inside his house. Really, trying to impress me this way Styles, it's not working. Then I took in the massive room. It had a huge dinner table and it was beautiful, a huge candler hing above the table. The room was decorated in dark wood and silver. Why not gold? Usually these kind of rooms have gold instead of silver.

But I already knew the answer to that. I would only wear silver, I hated to wear gold, I still do. I just love silver, I never wore gold, it would never fit for me.

I looked around the room in awe, but I stopped when a door opened and a curly haired boy stepped into the room, and without looking I knew his eyes were green.

"Do you like it?" His low British accent spoke. "I hope you do, because with every decision I made I wondered if you would like it. So do you like it?" He asked again after I didn't answer.

"I love it to be honest. Why did you bring me here?" I asked turning around to Harry. He smirked, but when he saw me his smirk fell and he just looked at me. Then his lips turned upwards and he smiled brightly.

"Because I wanted to see, No I needed to see you again. I missed you Charlie." He stepped closer, and I didn't back away, there was still a good distance between us.

"Well from the last time we saw each other good enough and not to mistake them for the girlfriend of their brother. You. Made clear you didn't miss, nor needed, you didn't seem to eager to see me again." I spat back at him, and he looked at the ground.

"I'm sorry Charlie. Let me make it up to you. I'm truly sorry for what I did, and I'll regret it all my life if I can't make it up to you. You don't even know how sorry I am Charl. I can't handle the pain from not being able to talk to you." The words he said to me were of pure honest, I couldn't help but smile.

"I'm so so sorry, I was stupid when we were younger, I couldn't see how perfect you are, I was falling hard for you and I was scared Charl. I have never went through a day without thinking about you. Every time I go on stage, you're on my mind, every time I go to sleep, every time before an interview, every time. I write a song, every time I need inspiration, you're my life Charlie, I can't let you go." He said as tears streamed down his face, and mine he came towards me and hugged me, I hugged him back.

"Let me think about it." I whispered in his ear. He nodded and stroke me hair, he pulled away and wiped away my tears.

"Will you please stay for the time you must be here from your brother?" He asked and I nodded.

"But nothing formal or fancy. Lets .. Lets watch a movie." I said and he smiled brightly. He pick me up and ran up a flight of stairs, he went inside a room, I guess his bedroom because it was huge. He placed me on his bed and motioned for me to look at something. As I followed his finger, I saw a huge reck of movies. Is this like heaven.

"This. Is. Amazing. Like heaven. Are you really that rich." I asked as I let my fingers feel the rugs of the movies. This was like a whole closet.

"I have more downstairs. But you can pick from those, those are your favorites, or were. And some I picked myself, which I thought you would like." I looked at them and quickly made a chois. I picked Back To The Future. I totally love that movie. Harry smiled and made sure it was ready.

"But we have no food or anything." I complained as Harry chuckled. I don't know why, but he seemed very happy, I could see it in his eyes.

"And what would you like. My lady?" He asked cheekily his smiled and bowed for me. I rolled my eyes and pushed him, making him fall over. He chuckled again.

"Just some crisps. Spicy crisps and of course a bucket of ice cream, and soda. Can't forget soda." I said with an wink, and Harry's smile got brighter again. It was kinda hot on him, how he was so happy, I don't know why. Don't judge.

"You haven't chanced have you." He said, I shook my head.

"What's that supposed to mean." God, I think he thinks I'm fat. I really should stop eating. "I'm sorry. You don't have it, I mean the food, and that's fine with me. I'm nor the skinniest person alive." His eyes grew, but I turned away.

"Charl, I don't think fat, you're just still perfect, that's what I mean." He stroke my hair and sat next to me.

"I sound like a whiny girl, whining about how I'm fat and all, please stop comforting me." I pushed his hand away and he chuckled.

"Please promise you won't tell the boys about me." I knew, why would she do that, it would only cause more trouble, or not. And I'm guessing for the not. I don't want them to know. It could kill their friendship, I don't think I'm worth enough for that, and that that's not true, that their friendship could break up by me,

"I promise ."






AN: Maybe the last update of this year! I might be updating this once or twice more before New Year's eve but I'm not sure. anyway. Happy New Year and Merry Christmas 

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