Forgotten (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11

Charlie's POV

When I woke up and looked in the mirror it was actually disgusting what I saw. Mascara was staining my cheeks , running under my eyes and down my face. My eyes were bloodshot from crying, my face burned red. My lips were cracked and chapped. I tried to speak but my voice came out in a rasp, I guess I screamed to much.

I pulled my rats nest of hair into a huge bun on my head and opened my phone.

Nothing.

He is silent.

Fuck.

My heart aches for him, to hear his voice, anything really. I wish I felt nothing towards this asshole I really do, but I do have feelings towards him and now I have to live with it.

As I tried to clean myself up by washing my face, showering and putting on makeup I have been trying to convince myself to click his name an hear his voice again. So I did.

"Hello." his drowsy morning voice was heard through the static.

"Hi..." I stumbled. Oh shit why did I do this.

"Yeah?" He snapped. I could hear his uneven breaths, mine were even worse.

"I'm sorry." I breathed, really unsure of where this conversation is going. He didn't answer for a while. We just listened to the sound of each others breathing.

"I would say me too, but I'm not sure what I would be sorry for." He answered finally. I just nodded even though he couldn't see me.

"Can I ask you something?" He whispered into the phone.

"Yes." I said quietly.

"What did you do last night after I left?" He said, hope present in his sleepy voice.

"Honestly?" I asked and he grunted. "Fine, honestly, I cried, and screamed, and wrote too more poems on my ceiling this time. Above my bed. Then I cried myself to sleep." I said those things too confidently. He was silent again.

"How did you finish the night?" I asked, unsure of him as always.

"Charlie... Do you really want to know the truth?" He asked. I gulped but said mhmm anyways.

"Fine, I wanked off to you and then went to sleep, if you want to know the truth." I could hear his smirk, my jaw dropped open and I gasped at his words. His laugh was heard through the phone, I can picture him laying in bed, sleep in his eyes, smiling and laughing with his hair all messy from sleep. Oh god he's perfect.

"What did you write on your walls?" He asked, "about me?"

I shook my head. "You will just have to come over and see for yourself." I said with a laugh.

"Is that an invitation for me to come back over I hear?" He slyly questioned.

"Figure it out Horan." I said before hanging up the phone.

You know in the movies, when the girl gets off the phone with her crush. And she hangs up and falls backwards on the be with her arms out. I did that. With a smile place on my cracked lips I did that exact thing. A squeal escaped me. It scares me that I have never felt this way before. My phone vibrated in my hand I looked at the phone and his perfect name was typed at the top of the screen.

"I'm coming over, wear something nice for me ;)" It read. I ran to the closet, grabbing yoga pants and a t-shirt with Panthers on it. I grabbed high socks that went to my mid calf and pulled my hair down, it was still straight from last night. A knock was heard at the door.

"COME IN!" I yelled. I heard the front door open and close, the sound of his footsteps were heard downstairs. "Niall?" I called. No answer. I made my way downstairs hesitantly.