a/n: the outfit above is what charlotte is wearing in this chapter. ignore everything but the hair, shirt, and pants and since it doesn't have shoes, just imagine her wearing like moccasins.
1:00 a.m. and i lay awake in my bed after 5 hours of waiting for my phone to light up. i feel like im going crazy sitting in this dark, sad room and the same spot for hours thinking the same damn thoughts and staring at the same damn things. its your fault, its your fault, its your fault. it is my fault, jack couldn't be more right.
"enough of this shit." i say to myself as i stand up and grab my car keys. im going to see him, i need to see him, sleeping or awake.
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there he is, laying in his bed, looking so lifeless. i immediately break into tears. all the boys had left and its just me and nate, one on one. i sit down in the chair next to him and hold his hand. "nate, nate, i know you cant hear me but, im sorry." i let out a few sobs and continue "i wish i would've treated you better. you were always such a sweetheart to me and all i did was be your stupid fuck buddy. im sorry, nate. im so fucking sorry. this shouldn't have happened, im so sorry." my head meets his hand and i let out some loud sobs.
realizing i was going to be here for a while, i stand up and head to the bathroom to clean up my face. "wow i really am i mess." i say while wiping away the smeared mascara under my eyes.
the bright hallway lights feel blinding compared to nate's dark room. suddenly, i felt my phone vibrate and i take it out of my pocket. thank god it wasn't anything important and was only a twitter notification. i feel my body suddenly collide with another and i look up "j-james?" "charlotte."
//authors note.// v short and shitty my apologies!!! please comment about how you like the story and want to see in upcoming chapters, love you!
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Fanfiction"don't get involved with him, charlotte, hes trouble." *lower case intended.*
