Petals End (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

"Shoot Shoot Shoot" Harry was awoken by Charlotte's cursing.

"What's wrong?" he asked sleepily.

"I have classes in half an hour and I still need to go home and change. I can't possibly go to class in a party dress!"

"But it's Sunday?"

"I signed up for extra credit weekend classes! “ she sounded panicked.

"Oh. Well, if you want to, you can wear some of my clothes" he said, gesturing to the drawer in the corner of his bedroom.

"Really? Thank you!"

"Dang, how tight exactly are your jeans? They fit me perfectly, and we're pretty much the same height." Charlotte exclaimed. She was now wearing skinny black jeans with holes in the knees, a colourful dress shirt with buttons down the front, paired with her own Vans from last night.

"See you later!" With that, she was out of the door.

On her way to King's she stopped at a pharmacy to buy some aspirin. Her head was killing her.

She slipped into class in the last possible minute and hurried to a seat in the back of the class room.

The professor began talking and Charlotte took notes even though she could barely keep her eyes open. It had surely been a long night.

She was startled awake by her phone vibrating continuously in her pocket. Frowningly she took it out and saw that she had over 100 text messages from different people. She clicked one open that was from a girl a year over her.

Julie K.: Charlene! You are with Harry Styles?! Can you get me an autograph?

'Thanks Julie' Charlotte thought. 'Good job getting my name right.'

The next text had the right name, but was unsettling for other reasons.

Kim T.: Charlotte you little bitch, Harry is mine! Don't you dare take my husband away! Just wait, as soon as he sees me he will toss that ugly piece of shit that you are outside!!

"Geez" Charlotte muttered under her breath. She looked at a few celebrity news pages on her phone. Quite a few ran some sort of story about Harry and an "unidentified female leaving a club in London", it was not the main topic though.

She went further through her texts. Most of them were from friends or less that wanted to know all the “dirty details" or an autograph.

Then she found a text from Harry.

Harry <3: So the news found out about you...I'm glad, everybody should know that you're mine 😚

She smiled to herself. How cute of him. Then she saw a message from her mother. Oh oh.

Birth giver: Charlotte Zoë Lindner, you've got some explaining to do! Call me ASAP!!!

Three exclamation marks. Somebody - aka Charlotte - was in deep, deep trouble.

After the course was over, Charlotte went outside and reluctantly dialled her mother's phone number.

"Hey mom! What's up?" she asked awkwardly.

"Young miss, I woke up this morning to neighbours and friends calling and asking about your new relationship. And all I could say was that I didn't even know. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Mom, I-"

"I had to look it up myself on the internet. On the internet! How come tabloids know more about you than I, your own mother, do?"

"Mom, I sincerely apologize, but Harry and I have only been together since about a week. It's not that serious yet, so I didn't want to bother you."

Her mother was still sceptic. "So now you're dating some celebrity womanizer? Just be careful sweetie, okay?"

"I will. Love you mom!"

She cringed. Her mother had probably seen the pictures of Harry and her kissing. Now that was just awkward.

A./N.: Here is the next chapter! Picture is Charlotte's outfit, video is a random song that I really really like, so check it out if you want to! Something similar to a senior thesis was due on saturday, and I stayed up until 5 in the morning to finish it. Just to see it delete itself two hours before deadline. Just great. Fortunately my dad managed to fix it, but damn. I never want to relieve that. Whatever. Have a nice week! C xx