COMPLETE. >> n.h

Chapter 22- Apologies.

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Charlotte's POV.

I blinked. I didn't know whom to talk to first. "Umm," I looked a t them.

"It's okay, you can talk to Harry first. It's fine." Niall frowned.

"No, it's fine, really. Talk to him. I'll be coming by later." Harry looked at Niall and smiled at me.

"Shut up, Haz. Talk to her. I'll see you guys later." Niall snapped and walked away.

Harry shrugged. "Do you mind if I sit down?"

"Of course not." I said and he sat down next to me. "What's up?"

"I, uh, wanted to talk about last night. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you."

"Whoa, Harry? It's fine. We were both drunk and I can totally see that you regret it. It's okay. We can get over it, yeah?" I squeezed his shoulder.

"Yeah, but the thing is that I like you, Charlotte. I should want to regret last night but I don't, and I'm glad that I don't."

I panicked and frowned. "But Harry, it's only been a week since you've met me."

"I know. I know, it's too early and stuff. But I really really like you. I'm sorry if you're mad at me or something, but you should know that I like you."

I like you. I like you. I really really like you. What even in the world?

I mean, surely, Harry is one of the nicest people I've known since I came here, but dude, it's just been a week since he met me and how can he even have a crush on me? How is that even possible?

I like you. I didn't know what to say. "Harry, I just, I like you, too y'know? Maybe even in that way. But, I feel like it's way too early, okay? I just moved here and Uni starts in 2 days and I don't know what to do. It's..." I sighed and shook my head. "Can we just please talk about this later?"

His face visibly dropped. He shook his head and stood up. "Oh, okay then. It's fine. Okay, yeah. Thank you, Charlotte." He smiled a sad smile at me and I immidiately felt so so bad.

I got up, too and put my hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Harry." I smiled sadly and stood up on my tippy-toes to kiss his cheek.

He waved and walked away to talk to Liam & Louis.

I started searching for Niall.

I looked around the basement, the bedrooms, the main balcony, the game room, almost everywhere.

Then, I came across the pool and saw Niall sitting there with his back facing me.

His shoulders shook. I knew he was crying.

I moved a bit forward and saw a letter? in his hands which was ruined at some places because of his tears.

"Niall?" I said softly and put my hand on his shoulder.

He turned around and man, it was the worst thing I'd ever seen. Even worse than yesterday when he had a nightmare.

His eyes were bloodshot and puffy and his healthy rosy cheeks were now deeply flushed. Even his forehead was a deep shade of pink.

He wiped his eyes and sniffled and folded the piece of paper and kept it safely in his pocket after mumbling a 'I love you.' to it and kissing it.

Who says 'I love you.' to a paper?

It's a letter, doofus. Maybe it's from someone special.

"Yes, Charlotte?" He said in a voice that was definitely hoarse from crying.