Charlotte’s POV
After changing into a cute pink dress, black heels, and applying some seriously smoky makeup, I knock on Riley’s door to see if she’s ready to go. She yells for me to come in and I see her wearing the sluttiest outfit she owns—leather top with a red skirt. She literally calls it her “DTF” outfit. Barf. On top of that she looks super tan and hot with her blonde hair in a just-fucked kind of way. Poor Harry. He doesn’t even know what he’s gotten himself into.
We leave the apartment and walk a couple blocks to the bar. I shoot a quick text to Connor.
*On our way babe. Can’t wait to see you play!*
Literally five seconds after walking in McGee’s, Harry and the rest of the guys walk in. It’s like we’re back in high school—the whole gang all together again! Plus Connor, of course.
“Hey!” Harry says and comes over for a hug. I see Riley eye-fucking the shit out of him. UGH. He turns to Riley and awkwardly says hello and hugs her too.
“Riles!” Zayn comes over and picks her up and spins her around. Ten seconds later he’s kissing her neck and it’s like she’s forgotten all about Harry now. I breathe a sigh of relief.
We all head over to a table and sit down.
“Do you guys want something to drink?” Harry asks the group.
“Let’s do some tequila shots!” Riley says sliding off of Zayn’s lap. “I’ll come with you.”
I watch as Harry and Riley walk over to the bar. I can’t help but stare as Riley whispers close in his ear and he laughs at something she says. She playfully touches his hair.
I’m so disgusted by her. She was just all over Zayn and now she’s all in Harry’s business.
I somehow tear my eyes away from them and catch Zayn staring as well looking equally traumatized. I always knew him and Riley had something, I guess I just didn’t think he was really into her. It’s obvious he is by the way he’s looking at them. Poor Zayn.
Harry’s POV
Riley and I are at the bar getting the tequila shots for the table. She being all touchy-feely and trying to be all sexy. I play along, because, well, what else do I have? The bartender gives us the shots and we walk back to the table. We all cheers to the night and down them. Just then the band begins to play. They sound miserable, but I pretend to like it for Charlotte’s sake.
We head up to the front of the stage and all start dancing together. Riley comes up to me and starts grinding her ass on me.
I grab her hips and thighs pushing herself harder into me. She turns around and I run my hands down her back and grab her ass. She starts to suck on my neck and run her hands through my hair. Just as I was about the kiss her, I see Charlotte out of the corner of my eye. Shit. Embarrassed, I excuse myself to go get a drink.
I order two more tequila shots and a Rum and Coke. I down the shots, and go sit at our table. I feel like such a piece of shit. This is just like what happened two years ago, except Charlotte basically was watching it all in action. I mean, if I really think about it, there wasn’t a real reason why we stopped talking and being friends, except for the fact that I just couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t take the constant rejection. Rejection that she didn’t even know she was giving. Damn it, I’m just so confused.
As if on cue, Charlotte walks up, some fruity looking drink in her hand.
“Hey!” She says and takes a seat next to me. I hadn’t even noticed the band was done playing. “I want to introduce you to Connor! Come on!” She takes her free hand and grabs my arm, pulling me to the backstage area of the bar.
As soon as she opens the door, I see Connor making out with some bleach blonde whore with fish net tights on.
Charlotte drops her drink when she sees. Pink frothy liquid falls to the ground. Her jaw drops.
“What the fuck is this?” She yells and walks towards Connor. The fake blonde slut walks away, obviously not wanting to get involved.
Connor puts a big smile on his face and puts his hands on her shoulders.
“Babe. It’s not what it looks like.” He says rubbing his hand up and down her shoulders. She pushes him away. That’s my girl! Give him what he deserves!
“Yes it fucking is! Connor!” Her eyes start to water and she puts her head in her hands. “Are you serious?!”
Connor tries to console her more, but she weakly pushes him away, now full on crying. She leans against the wall and sinks towards the ground. This is too much for me handle. I rush over to her, scoop her in my arms and walk out the back entrance.
Outside, she’s still in my arms and her tears are soaking my white t-shirt, but I couldn’t care less. All I care about is her. With her still in my arms, I carry her to my apartment a couple blocks away.

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Heartbreak Girl
FanficCharlotte and Harry have been best friends since they can remember. One problem--Harry's always been secretly in love with Charlotte. He's had to mend her broken heart and pick up the pieces thousands of times without actually being able to step in...