Heartbreak Girl

Chapter 6

Harry’s POV

I wake up on my couch with Charlotte’s head on my bare chest. I can’t stop myself from smiling. I study her flawless face, her lips perfectly pursed, even while she’s sleeping. I gently caress her face and give her a quick peck on the cheek before carefully moving to go take a shower.

With the hot water rushing down my back and the steam rising through the shower, I gather my thoughts of the previous night.

One: Why does Charlotte have such horrible taste in guys?

Two: That was the best sex of my life.

Three: What does this mean for us now?

Are we together? Dating? Friends with benefits? I honestly don’t know what to think after all that. Obviously, I have to talk to her about it, but I’m just too scared to know all the answers.

I turn off the shower, and put my towel around my waist. Walking out of my bathroom into my room, I feel very optimistic about this conversation about to take place. Except, when I reach the living room—she isn’t there.

Charlotte’s POV

I wake up freezing. I look down and sit straight up. I’m naked except for Harry’s white t-shirt draped over my body. I can’t believe that happened. What a huge mistake. I can’t believe I just had sex with my best friend. I honestly loathe myself right now.

Not wanting to deal with talking to him, I quickly slide on my dress and sneak out of the apartment, heels swinging in my hand.

I check my phone. 4 missed calls from Connor. 2 missed calls from Riley. 2 texts from Connor. 1 text from Riley.

                *Baby. We need to talk about this. Please call me.

                *Char. I love you. Call me.*

                *CHARLOTTE. Where the fuck did you go?! CALL ME ASAP!*

I dial Riley.

    “Char! Oh my God, I’ve been worried sick about you!” Riley answers sounding legitimately terrified.

I feel so bad that I didn’t tell her where I was going. That’s our number one rule as best friends and roommates. Always tell each other if we won’t be home that night.

               “I’m sorry.” I immediately break out in tears.

                “Oh no. What’d that fuck face do to you? Charlotte, come home I have a tub of Ben & Jerry’s with your name on it.”

                “I’ll be there in 5.” I say wiping the tears from my eyes. Little does she know, Connor is not the only reason I’m crying. My current life is one big screwed up mess.

I tell her the whole Connor story, minus the part where Harry basically superman carried me home and fucked the shit out of me on his couch.

                “Wow. Harry’s such a great friend. What a sweetheart!” Riley says after I add that he consoled me and let me sleep on his couch.

                “I know.” I say grabbing a spoonful of Half-Baked. I’m all of a sudden wondering…did Harry do to Riley what he did to me? With the same hunger and passion? Ugh, just stop thinking about it Char. Pull yourself together.

                “So what are you going to do about the little shit, Connor?” Riley asks widening her bright blue eyes.

                “Ahh! I don’t know, Riles! I love him soo much but I just can’t believe he’d do that to me, you know? I just have no idea what to do or what to think. I obviously need to call him or meet up and talk, but I think I need a couple of days to think more about what to do.” I run my fingers through my hair. How stressful.

All of a sudden, Zayn walks out of Riley’s room, shirtless and covered in tattoos. My jaw drops to the floor. He gives a slight smile, waves goodbye, and walks out our front door.

                “Um, what the hell Riley?!?”

She goes on to tell me her sex-filled night with Zayn, and I zone out, thinking about my own with Harry.