New Year

After an eventful night on New Year's Eve Charlotte has to give up on trying to be with the boy she has loved since only recently and realize that another boy who could drastically ruin her future as much as he has ruined her past won't stop until he has her back . But she doesn't know what is good for her and bad for her. Could it all just blow up in her face and leave her alone?


4. 04

"What do you want Harry?” I asked. He turned around with a glowing smile on his face. For once he actually looked sober and decent.

“When I found out it was your mother’s welcome home party I just couldn’t resist. You have a very lovely room” he explained. I rolled my eyes and walked over to him. He let out a sigh as if he knew what was about to happen.

“We will talk about this later, but for right now I need you out of my room” I demanded. He let out a short chuckle before walking away. When he was gone I shut the door and went for my closet. I stripped out of the clothes and dug through the dresser for sweats and a t-shirt. When I was about to put my shirt on I heard a soft knock. I didn’t think much of it because it was too quiet to be on my door.

“Hey Charlotte, I left my phon-“ his familiar voice began. I turned back around, shirtless. Before I had time to panic I pulled my shirt on really quick.

“I didn’t hear your knock” I explained. Then I remembered the knock that I heard that was too quiet to be on my door. I rolled my eyes when I noticed him staring at me. He was acting like a puppy. “Oh, don’t pretend you haven’t seen me half naked. You don’t remember the other night? When you tried to rape me.”

“Rape you? Charlotte, I would not try to rape you,” he said walking closer to me, “ I was drunk. I had no idea what I was doing. I thought it was just a hook up.”

“I find it hard to believe you” I lied. I sort of did. I have done some pretty dumb things when I’m drunk. And who’s to say I wasn’t just as drunk as he was. I just couldn’t play dumb right now. I’m supposed to hate him. By now he was already face to face with my and I had nowhere to go. My back was already up against the one bare well I’m my closet.

“So how did you and Zayn end up back together?”

“We aren’t. I lied to you to avoid… well, this” I explained. I was referring to his chest against mine with nowhere to run to.

“Then I say we take that shirt back off and try it again but not call it rape” he whispered then pressed his lips on my neck. As seductive as he was, I couldn’t let this happen. “You’re so beautiful Char.”

“Harry not now. I have company” I muttered. Surprisingly, he let up, took a step back, and cleared his throat.

“Do you believe me now? Even though I want you so badly, if you ask me to stop I will. I was just drunk” he pleaded. As much as I wanted to hate him I couldn’t help it. He seemed to be telling the truth. I gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek and walked out of my closet. Katie is downstairs waiting for me. Before I walked out of my room I turned back around to look at him. He smiled at me and followed me out of the room. Downstairs the small party was still going on. My dad had strictly made it a rule that no one could drink tonight. Harry wasn’t doing a good job at making it look like we are just friends, which we are, with his hand around my waist. Katie was in shock too. She looked more confused than ever.

“Um, hey guys” she mumbled. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, I can explain later but right now I need something to drink” I explained. I just used that as an excuse to get out of Harry’s arm. He stayed back and talked with Niall and Katie ran after me.

“Charlotte, what the hell. What happened up there. I mean, I knew he was up there but I didn’t think you would come back down a couple” she lectured.

“We aren’t a couple but something did happen” I said. It took some time to explain and many interruptions from party guests but I got it out. I’m not sure if she is okay with it but at least she knows and will keep quiet till I figure it out. The rest of the party was basically really boring. Dad gave a toast to mom about being a strong woman and getting through the hospital visit, Katie and I sat around and gossiped, and Harry and I stole glances at each other at the most random times. It makes me feel like I’m in grade school again but it felt good. Katie and I were in the middle of a conversation when my dad interrupted.

“Can I talk to you?” he asked. I stood up off the couch and followed him to the kitchen. “How would you feel if I asked your mom on a date? Try and bandage some things and see if we work out the way we did when you were little and the only thing that mattered to us?”

“Dad that would be wonderful!” I exclaimed. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and walked back to the party. I was about to leave the kitchen and return to Katie but Harry walked in.

“I’ve been waiting for you to be alone all night” he said. He grabbed my hand and walked me into the pantry. “Not as romantic as I was hoping but it will have to do.”

“What are we doing in here Harry?” I asked.

“I want to kiss you.”

“What?” I asked. I was more confused at that sentence than the fact that we were in the pantry

“I understand we can’t do what I want to do because you have company but that doesn’t mean I can’t kiss you. Can I kiss you?” he asked. I hesitated for a minute but then nodded my head. He smiled so big and pressed his lips to mine.

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