Always There (sequel to That Night)

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Chapter 3:

Charlotte's POV:

Ugh! I wake up with a pounding headache. All I remember from last night is getting really drunk. I think even stoned. I walk downstairs to see the boys in deep discussion.

"Uh ... Hey?" I sit down as they all stare at me.

"What are ya' talking about?" I ask. They all shift uncomfortably.

"Uh ... About last night. Charlotte, what do you remember?" Liam asks me.

"Getting really fucked up!"I smile a little until I realize who I said it to. I cover my mouth and my eyes go wide. Holy shit! Did I really say that in front of them? They all look at me like they don't know me. Yup. I really did.

"Are you okay, Charlotte?" Zayn asks.

"Yeah, well I have a headache. But whatever. It's not that bad." I shrug.

"That's not what he means. He means that lately who've been acting immature, and not yourself. Last night we didn't know where you went! You didn't tell us! Dylan tried to get you outta there and help you! But no! You rather get high and sleep with a random guy named Mike! We thought you understood responsibility! Apparently we were so wrong!" Harry exclaims standing up. Rage fills his features. I've never seen him so mad before. What's worse is that I made him that mad. I feel tears running down my face. I feel terrible! Really! Last night must've been really hard with all Louis and all. Then me acting all spoiled and a horrible human being. I really I am a bad person! I start to full out cry.

"I am so sorry, Harry! You must've had a really bad night because of me! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to be bad! It's-it's" I stop talking and just cry. I feel somebody wrap there arm around my shoulder. I look to see Harry. Then I remember getting into the car.

"Omigod! Harry! I am so sorry!" I yell

"Please! Please don't hate me! I know I crosses a line! I didn't mean it! I swear! I didn't know what I was saying! Oh god!" I cry. I see the rest of them casting glances at each other. Harry must have seen it to because he says we should talk upstairs. I flop on his bed and cry more.

"Harry! I ruined it with you and Lou! Didn't I?! I did! I told him you love him! My god! That's it! I am leaving!" I say. I jump of the bed and run to my room. Harry catches my arm.

"Charlotte, you didn't ruin anything. He doesn't know I love him. I said I didn't, and I think he believed me." I take a sigh if relief.

"Thank god! I am never going out again! It sucks! How do you guys do it! I am ready to die!" I exclaim.

"You get used to it, Charlotte. Hopefully you won't. Too much complaining!" He rolls his eyes.

"Hey, I don't complain that much! You are worse than me!" I pout.

"I know. Now lets eat." I open the door to see Louis standing there. I look at Harry who is showing no emotion. What if Louis heard everything? I am dead! Really, really dead!

"Charlotte, can I uh ... Talk to you for umm ... A minuet?" He stutters out. Which is a dead giveaway that he's nervous. I look at Harry who nods.

"Sure, Lou we can talk." I smile. He leads me to his room. I look around.

"You need to clean! I swear one of these-"

"I like Harry!" He blurts out.

"So do I Lou, what's the problem?" I am confused. Of course he likes Harry they're best friends ... Oh!