Kiss You (1D fanfic)

Chapter 8-

Charlotte's POV -

I looked into the crackled mirror, tracing the patterns that my swollen eyelids had left me. Two days of solidly crying had left me in a bad state..... mascara from days ago stained my rosy red cheeks, my eyelashes were stuck together like glue, thick glue. I sighed, running a hand through my wild, tangled hair. Bella was at my Mum's. Again. I had been missing her, but I couldn't face her right now. I didn't want her to see me in my fragile state.

*ring ring*

I leaned over the bed and picked up my old phone. Just the vibrating surface reminding me of Harry's warm touch, how his chest vibrated when he laughed. A tear rolled down my cheek but I hastily wiped it onto my grubby sleeve and pressed the cold metal against my ear.

"Hello?" I whispered, my voice cracking at the end.

"Honey!" My Mum's honey-coated voice greeted me in a happy tone. "I'm so glad you're up! Now, I was hoping to take Bella out this afternoon to see the lights in the tower, and we won't be back until quite late. How about you get yourself nice and dressed up, and go out clubbing for the night? I got a call from your work-mate, Hebe, I think? She was wondering how you were doing dear, but I didn't quite know what to say. A group of them are going to go to 'The Eagle' at around 7, and I said you'd be there. It'll be good for you to get out, don't you think?" She paused. "Char? Are you still there, honey?"

I swallowed, and let another tear spill down my cheek before I replied. "Yes, Mum. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye."

I pressed the 'end call' button before she had a chance to reply and rushed toward the bathroom. We only had one sink, which was in the kitchen, so I had to wash my face in the bath. I knew a few drinks would help to 'smooth out the rough edges' and let me relax a bit. I had no intention, however, to meet up with my work mates. I wouldn't be able to get drunk and embarrass myself with them, which was exactly what I wanted to do.

Once my face was clean, I brushed my hair and applied a bit of make up. I put on some clean clothes, not bothering to wear anything nice, and grabbed a bag. I walked into town in the dark, the glowing lights illuminating the street. Every way I looked, there was a Harry memory, but I held back my tears. It seemed so wrong, that I had known him for only a couple of weeks, yet we'd experienced such good times, so many memories, such heartbreak.

When I was, around 13, I remember looking in a magazine, one of my favourites. I had recently turned 13, and I felt grown up, bigger than the rest. I was flicking through the pages, when something caught my eye. 100 things to do while you're a teenager. Most of them were easy, like flying a kite,learning how to iron. I decided to do it. Years later, when I was 15, I had done 99 of them. I had completed it, but for one thing. 'Experience heartbreak."

I knew what heartbreak was, but I didn't know what it felt like. I spent days looking it up on the Internet, searching thesauruses and dictionaries for a full, in depth explanation. But nothing seemed to quite fit. There was nothing that made me think I understood it. So I sighed, and tucked the magazine under my bed, promising myself I'd finish it one day. And now I had.

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I swayed my body to the pumping rhythm, my arms snaked round someone's neck. I could hardly stand, and my head was spinning, but I was feeling great. I staggered to the bar, and smiled at the handsome waiter who mixed me up another drink. I chugged it down, letting the sour taste burn my throat. Nothing was going to stop me tonight. I was feeling on top of the world.

I danced for another couple of hours, enjoying more and more drinks. I felt sick, but at least I wasn't thinking about Harry. Anything was better than that.

"You alright, love? Where's your man, I think we'd better get you home." A rough looking lad said to me, as I collapsed on him.

"I ain't got noo....man!?" I slurred, "see, I loved Harry, but I left him,and he was mine butt--"

The man took my hand and dragged me onto the street, gesturing for a taxi to come. I fell onto my knees and continued my story, yelling, sobbing and crying. The cold air was getting inside my jacket and I hugged my knees, falling to the floor even more. I sobbed, in disgust for myself, the betrayal.

"HARRY!" I screamed, battering my fists against the hard concrete. "Where are you?!"

"Come back...."I whispered to myself, closing my eyes.

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Harry's POV -

I sat back in my chair, swaying to the music as Louis chatted to me. After I had found Charlotte's note, I had called the guys to come stay with me.

To say I was heartbroken was an understatement. I had spent days, hidden under my sheets, my Mum calling for me to get up, but really, there was no reason why I should. Everything I had, or thought I had, was gone, and it was my fault. There wasn't a second when I didn't think, why? Why didn't I show her love, when I saw her scars? Why did I get angry? Why did I have to go and talk to Bella and her that day, get them to cross the road, which made Bella get hit? Why did she leave? Why? Why?

"Harry, man?" Niall asked me, his Irish accent slightly slurred. "Me and Liam are gonna get some more drinks, do you want one?"

"Yeah. Sure. And make it a strong one."' I replied in a cool tone. An emotionless tone.

I was building a wall. Building a wall that would protect me from emotions. Because I didn't want to feel anything anymore. Anything.

I grabbed my old drink, and poured it down my throat. I did the same with the new one Liam gave me. Suddenly I felt better. I felt hyper, I needed to dance.

I walked through the crowd and picked out a small, red headed girl to dance with. We danced for ages, her and me, and suddenly I felt her pale hand reach for my collar. With one tug, we were in the cloakroom, her lips pressed against mine. We kissed, and although there were no fireworks, I felt something. I kissed her back, harder, and we made out for half an hour.

Suddenly though, an image of Charlotte entered my brain, and I pushed the girl away, puking on the cream floor.

"I'm sorry." I stuttered, running towards the door. I needed air, and fast. After walking through corridor after corridor, I found a fire exit. The cool, winter air greeted me, and I breathed out a sigh of relief. I decided to head back, it was getting late. After texting Zayn, I headed towards a busy street, and waited for a taxi.

It was cold and I had no jacket, so I walked along to keep warm, singing into the wind. I walked up and down, up and down, until I tripped over something. Ignoring the pain in my knee, I bend down to find out what it was. I touched something warm...... a hand? A body? I gasped in horror, backing away, until I heard a voice whisper,

"Harry?"

A familiar voice.....

Charlotte.

I rushed over and dragged her off the pavement onto a bend. She was covered in cuts, her face was pale and her eyes were swollen. I felt my eyes fill with tears,but I jumped up and pulled her over my shoulder.

"Help!!" I cried towards the road. "Please,help me? She's going to die!!" (a/n she's not, but remember he's drunk too!)

A red van pulled up, and a worried looking woman helped me put Charlotte onto the seat. She drove me to the hospital silently, and helped me take her into an emergency room.

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Heya! Me again!! Sorry we haven't updated in ages, I was waiting for Cheska to do it but she hadn't done it for a week, so I decided to..... I think I'll be doing more updates now, instead. I hope you liked this chapter! It took me like, 2 hours to write, so towards that end it gets a bit worse :( But it is long, to make up for the wait!! And no cliffhanger! I couldn't think of a way to end the chapter, soo ....

Elisha x