Heartbreak Girl

Chapter 3

Charlotte’s POV

Walking down the halls of my apartment building, I reach for my keys in my purse. Riley lives with me, and she’s my best friend, so of course I have to tell her the news about Harry. A part of me doesn’t want to though. Harry and I share something special. And in a way…Riley and Harry share something special. And that really freaks me out.

 After that horrible morning, she talked about it for a while, too. I just had to pretend that I was okay with the whole thing and nod my head when she went on and on about how awesome Harry was in bed.

 I mean, don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind that they had sex, it’s just weird to hear about. Kind of like hearing your about your parents having sex. Just gross.

I walk into the apartment to find Riley in the kitchen making soup in her underwear.

“Riley…what are you doing?” I asked putting my purse on the couch and taking a seat.

“Well I just put self-tanner on and I didn’t want it to get on my clothes.” She says like it’s such an obvious statement.

I laugh.

“Anyway…”I struggle to come up with what to say exactly. I look down at my lap. “Harry’s back. He’s at DePaul now.” I say finally making eye contact with her. Her jaw is practically to the floor.

“What?! Since when?!”

“Well I saw him today at the transfer meeting and we went to lunch and caught up and everything. He’s coming to Connor’s gig tonight at McGee’s.” I say picking my nails. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I just don’t want to share him. He’s supposed to be my best friend.

“Wow. Okay then.” She turns back to her soup. I can tell she’s trying to play it cool, but I see the smile on her face. She so wants him. Ugh.

“Um. I’m going to go shower and get ready. You’re coming tonight, right?”

“Yeah! Of course!” Riley says a little too enthusiastically.

“Oh. Zayn and the rest of the guys are coming too.” I say with a smirk. There, that’ll make her squirm. Her smile falls and I retreat to my room.

I turn on the shower and quickly strip off my clothes. I step in and feel the hot water down my back. I can’t stop thinking about how much I don’t want Harry and Riley to get together. It’s nothing against Riley, I just don’t think she deserves him. He’s too nice of a guy for her. She needs someone more like her, and he needs someone more like him. Someone like me.

Harry’s POV

Walking back to my apartment, I feel so beaten down. I mean, come on! Of course right when I come back into her life and hoping for the best, she has a damn boyfriend. I have such shit luck. I bet this Connor guy is just like Derek in high school. A dumb ass douchebag who doesn’t know that he’s got the best girl in the world. Why can’t she realize that? She’s no idiot, but when it comes to guys she just doesn’t know how to pick them.

 Why should I care though? It’s not like she’d date me anyway. I’m the farthest thing from her type.

I walk in my apartment to find all the guys in my living room. How the hell did they get in here? I locked the doors!

“What the hell?” I ask laughing. I can’t even imagine how they got in here.

“We climbed through the window.” Louis said completely nonchalantly.

“Whatever.” I laugh and go to the kitchen to get a beer. I grab four more for the rest of the guys and throw them each one and take a seat on a chair in the living room.

“Did you see Charlotte?” Niall asks basically falling off the couch with excitement.

“Yes” I laugh and shake my head. Niall’s always been rooting for us. He’s the only one of the guys who really knows how much I like her. “But her boyfriend is also playing at McGee’s tonight. So we will see how that turns out.” Niall’s face drops and he takes a swig of his beer.

“Shit. Damn Charlotte’s always got to have a boyfriend.” Zayn says like he’s sad for me. His expression changes and he raises a mysterious eyebrow. “But she’s still friends with Riley?”

“Yes Zayn, she’ll be there.” I roll my eyes. As awkward as that’ll be, I’m glad Zayn will be there to take the awkwardness out of the whole me and Riley sleeping together thing.

“I’m gonna go shower, then we can head out.” I finish my beer and head for my room. I turn on the shower and I strip off my clothes and study myself in the bathroom mirror. Almost all my tattoos were somehow related to her. She doesn’t even know about them. She probably never will.