Reunited (One Direction/Louis Tomlinson)

Charlotte's POV

"Charlotte!" I hear from down stairs. Oh brother... Hey there! My name is Charlotte May Carson. I'm 19 and I live in Florida. Miami to be exact. I think i should give you a background story before I get started. That scream I just heard a while ago? My Mom's boyfriend. Yay. Did You catch that sarcasm. While my Mom is away on business he is watching me. Let me tell you about Andrew, he is awful! And when I say awful, I mean awful. He hates me! Absolutely despises me! I honestly have no idea what Mom sees in him, but what can I do about it. Obviously because this is a book you can't hear my accent but it's pretty crazy. It is a mix between Irish, German, British, and American. I know what your thinking, 'How the heck did she get that many accents?' Well I was born in Germany, But we couldn't keep living there because it was too expensive. We moved to Ireland when I was two and a half. I don't remember the name of the town because I was so young but after about 3 years we moved to Doncaster. That was where I met my best friend Will. I still remember exactly how we met.

*FLASHBACK*

"Whee!" I shouted gleefully as I slid down the big swirly slide. All of a sudden a boy walked in front of the slide to pick up his soccer ball, which had rolled over from the sidewalk. "Look out!" I yelled, as I crashed into him. I was five years old, and quite the daredevil, so my mother let me go on the slide by myself. As we made contact we both screamed. I landed on my arm and immediately new that the awful cracking sound it made was not a good sign. He sat on the ground dizzily while I cried. Then I noticed the large gash in his arm and stopped. "Your arm!' I exclaimed. He looked at me, then at his arm and yelped. 'Look at yours!' he yelled back. We stood up and rushed to our mothers. They looked at our arms and took us to the hospital immediately.

The doctors put us in a room together after I got my cast and he got stitches. My cast was vibrant purple because it was either this or hot pink! I had never liked pink so purple sounded good to me. He turned to me and said, "Hiya! I'm Louis William Whit- Whitl- Whitl- grr!" I just laughed at him, "Hi, my name is Charlotte May Greyson. I really like your middle name! It's so cool!" He thanked me and said, "Thanks Charlo- Charlo- Ugh! Can I call you May?" "Yeah! I like it! Can I call you Will? I like the letter 'W'," I replied shyly. "Yeah!" He shouted back to me. He was loud and funny, the more I got to know him, the better friends we became. After about two weeks we were best friends. He even came with me to get my cast off and I went with him to get his stitches out. We did everything together; everything until I was 13.

We had just gotten back from the baseball fields and he was at his house getting stuff for our sleepover. People made fun of me for having sleepovers with him but nobody ever teased him. He was the most popular boy in school! I wasn't though. I never told him but I was bullied a lot. Mostly because I wasn't very pretty. I had long wavy brown hair and tan skin. My eyes were green and I hated them. Louis had these beautiful blue-gray eyes that you could get lost in. I was also tall. I was actually the same size as Lou. Anyways, back to the sleepover. I went inside to find my mother with a sad expression. I asked her what was wrong but she only said, "It's your father." I was instantly worried something had happened, and it must have shown on my face because she then told me, "Don't worry, he's fine. He got a job offer. It's a very big deal and would like to take it." "Then why doesn't he?" I questioned. "It's in America," she said gently. I spit out the water I had been drinking. "WHAT!" I yelled. "I can't go! What about Will? I can't leave him, he's my best friend!" "I'm sorry honey, it's a very big opportunity and we could use the extra money," she said calmly. I burst into tears and ran up to my room. I few minutes later I heard my door creak open and saw Will come into my room. "Hey May, don't cry," he said to me gently. I jumped and ran into hid arms. He held me tight while I cried into his shoulder. After what seemed like an eternity we let go. ''What's wrong May?" he asked me. "I'm moving," I replied back. "Hey it's okay! We don't have to live right next to each other. It's fine to move to another neighborhood," he said to me. "You don't understand, Will! I'm not just moving out of the neighborhood! I'm moving to America!" I yelled. His eyes seemed to grow a foot and he started to tear up. I hugged him tightly and we both cried. Then he let go and went to his closet. That's right his closet. He has one at my house and I have one at his. He grabbed his keyboard, my guitar, and a notebook with pencils. I smiled at him, I knew what he was doing. I loved to write songs, they were never very good but it felt good to get all my feelings out.