All Alone (Aston Merrygold)

Sarah?

Charlotte POV

"Aston?" I said in disbelief. He smiled and hugged me tightly. "Aston, why didn't you text me and ring me? You only texted me the first two days. You never told me you were back." a few small tears fell down my cheek in happiness and sadness.

"I'm so sorry. I was really busy. You know I would never stop talking to you." he kissed my cheek. "There's someone I'd like you to meet." he whispered. He pointed to a really pretty girl with blonde hair. "This is Sarah, my girlfriend."

Those words stabbed me. "Hi." I mumbled.

"Hello..." she smiled.

"I'm Charlotte or Charlie." she seemed nice enough but I knew jealousy will kick in soon as I felt tears in my eyes but I was determined for them not to fall.

"Nice to meet you. How do you know my Ast?" She asked.

"We were best friends in school and he was my boyfriend for 9 years." after I said that, awkward silence took over us.

"So how you been?" Aston quickly asked.

Should I lie or should I tell my best friend, the boy who forgot about me for 3 weeks, the truth? "I've been great."

"Any news, you taken? Wait is that Dianna?" Ast asked as he looked at the counter where Dianna was ordering food and drinks.

"Yeah. She told me she would be my friend because she felt bad about what happened with us and JLS." I said completely ignoring the first question.

"So are you?" He asked.

"Am I what?" I chuckled.

"Taken?"

Should I lie? "Yeah, he's a sweet guy." Well, too late.

"What's the lucky guys name?" He said, crossing his arms.

"Urrr... It's Brad, you remember Brad right." I stuttered.

"Oh, I thought there was something between you. Congratulations." he said and hugged me. "We better get going. C ya, I'll text you." he went out with Sarah. Tears left my eyes and I wiped my eyes and sat down.

"You ok? Was that Ast?" Dianna asked placing the food and drinks on the table.

"Right I've got to find an old school mate and fast. Will you help me?" I said quickly ignoring all the words she just said.

"Ok, have this first." She replied as we ate and drank and went back to the flat. I got my laptop out and searched for Brad on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.

"Found him yet?" I asked eagerly.

"Ah yes. Twitter account. Send him a direct message." She said, passing me my laptop.

TO: bradisawsome: Hey Brad, you remember me... Charlie Thompson. How are you? Reply soon xx