Charlie

chapter one

Harry Edward Styles. There are no words to express how close we are. Our parents attended school together and being the only two early baby bloomers, they were introduced to each other and the rest is a somewhat boring subject. Harry and I live the same life with best friends as mothers which it makes it awfully difficult to shelter any aspect of my life from the boy so he unwillingly knows every single part of me.

Who am i? I wouldn't like to say. I prefer to allow people an attempt at figuring that out by themselves. I take pride in the fact that i am completely and entirely open to everyone and anyone. The things i value and my morals are very whole-hearted and genuine and i don't take things for granted. Some would describe me as confusing and i definitely enjoy playing that part.

"Charlotte Olivia Addison, your favourite person is about to walk in whether you're decent or not in three, two, one...and a half, 1 and a quarter-" I interrupted Harry by opening my bedroom door and allowing him entry. "Oh you're fully dressed." He acted surprised as if it was me that was always late in the mornings when in reality, it was him.

"Yes, as i usually am. 8 o'clock on the dot, every day." I replied and threw one of my tops at him while i resumed quickly cleaning my bedroom floor.

"I don't think i've seen your carpet since it was first put down, i can't believe you're actually cleaning!" He commented and I smiled. As usual, he made himself at home by laying on my newly made bed.

"How's Rebecca?" I asked, piping up a conversation.

"I broke up with her, i'm going after Amelia Bond now, you know that new girl that-."

"I know who she is. Good luck with that one, every boy in school is after her." I reminded him but failed to break his cockiness.

"But i'm Harry Styles." He cheekily smiled, making his dimples the main highlight of his face. I had dimples too, but much to Harry's content, they weren't as deep or as cheeky looking as his. I raised my eyebrows at him before shaking my head and letting out a short laugh.

"Well, let's hope for your sake that she's nice."

"Can you-"

"Talk to her for you? No." I interrupted him, knowing what he was going to ask before he finished. "I do it everytime and then you break up with them and they end up taking their anger out on me for introducing you two instead of hating you because they're still completely in awe of you. God knows why."

"Just see if she's nice for me." He sat up on my bed and proceeded to make his signature puppy dog face that he was convinced was award winning but i however, knew he looked odd.

"If you stop making that face then i will talk to her. It's actually creepy." I told him which brought another smile to his face. Always smiling, that's Harry. "Let's go." I whacked him over the head with a pillow before running out of my room in front of him before he could hit me back. I arrived in the kitchen to see my mum and my five year-old twin brother and sister making cookies. "It's eight in the morning, have you never heard of sleep?" I jokingly asked my sister, Skyla as i picked her up off the worktop and placed her on to a chair. My brother, Jack, was in charge of the cookie dough bowl and seemed to be guarding it with his life. "Let me lick the spoon." I teased him and he laughed, trying to escape my grasp.

"Noooo! You're not allowed, i'm saving it!"

"For what? I only want a little bit!" I tickled his sides, making him laugh uncontrollably.

"HARRY, HELP!" He screamed continuously, waiting for his best friend to come and save him from me.

"Untie my friend you villain or i will have no choice but to squirt you." Harry pushed me onto the sofa, holding a can of whipped cream over my head.