Best Friend

Chapter 20

Harrison POV (1 week before)

She's still not picking up.

I'm losing my mind, it's been almost a week since I left and since then, Charlotte has not picked up my call once, nor has she responded to a single text message that I've sent her.

I really don't want to- but I'm starting to think she's ignoring me again, just like last time, only this time, she's completely shutting me out.

I thought I made it very clear how I felt about her? 

"Man will you just sit down and stop." My best friend Christopher groans out across the table.

I put my phone down on the table and grab my coffee, my eyes never swaying far from my phone as I lower my cap to cover my eyes.

"She's still not picking up, I can't stop, what if something happened to her?" I glare at him.

He roll his eyes. "Your mom confirmed she's still alive and well, now give it a rest, you've been like this all week and it's seriously driving me insane."

It's true, I must've called her a hundred times, I missed her like crazy, just like all those years ago, when it came to Charlotte it was like I wasn't myself anymore, it felt like I left a huge part of me with her and moved around in an empty shell of my body.

I called my mom to put Charlotte on the phone, but she had moved out a day after I left due to her apartment being safe to go back to, I had even tried to send gifts with notes for her to call me with, flowers, chocolates, fuck- even a stuffed bear.

What did I get back? Nothing.

I don't know why she's suddenly avoiding me, and it's breaking my fucking heart all over again.

"You need to forget about her Harry, she's clearly forgotten about you and moved on if she's ghosting you this bad." Christopher says, which hurts even more.

Christopher and I have been friends since I came out here, we worked together so he knew just how badly I had it for Charlotte, ever since I was 14 I was in love with her, he saw me at my lowest when she finally stopped contacting me, so he knew better than anyone just how messed up this is making me.

"It just doesn't make sense." I sigh. "We left on good terms, I said I'd be back and she-"

"Promised to wait?" He scoffed out. "Give me a break, she's a norm and you're... you."

"Don't call her that." I shoot a glare at him. 

"Look at it from her perspective for a minute." He sat up and tapped the table. "You're in L.A living your best life with money she could only dream of, you're seen with supermodels and famous people and she's back in some town I've never heard of with all this evidence that you've moved on and happy."

"I'd hate to say it, I really do, but you need to drop her before you end up like New Years again, only this time I'll be saying 'I told you so'."

Fuck- why did he have to bring New Years into this? When I'm already feeling like shit he brings up the past, the first year away from her and the first time I realized that she had moved on from our friendship.

I was fine with being friends, I would rather have her friendship then nothing at all, but the weeks turned into months then suddenly it was New Years, and Charlotte had not spoken a word to me, which broke me completely.

I drank myself to death that night, when the clock strikes 1st January I was crying on the floor of some club with my best friend trying to get me to stand, it was one of the worst nights of my life.