Forgotten (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 18

Charlie's Pov

I awoke the next morning by my alarm.

School.

Great.

I got up quickly splashing my face with water. My unruly curls framed hanging off my head.

I got into my regular morning routine. Wake up at 6:45 be in school by 7:10.

I slipped into my leggings and a flower print shirt. My combat boots loose around my ankles.

I hope I don't see him today.

I pulled the sleeves of my shirt down over my wrists and twirled my feather necklace in my fingers.

I grabbed mascara and foundation and quickly applied minimal amounts.

"Bye mom." I called. As I ran out the door towards my car.

He's gonna hurt me. He keeps hurting me. My subconscious reminded me as I drove slowly and cautiously. My fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles were turning white. I pulled into the Senior parking lot and speed walked my way into the awful building.

Caufield High School, home of the Panthers, where you get the latest drugs, suicides, and the occasional football team championship.

I kept my head down as I climbed the stairs.

They don't care.

I am nobody.

I reached my locker and of course what do I hear, the dreaded infectious laugh from down the hall.

I focused on my lock, drowning him out as he slowly walked past with Louis.

"Hey Conners!" Louis called flashing me a smile.

Fuck.

"Sup Tommo." I put on a fake smile, ignoring Niall completely. Niall pushed Louis along and came and leaned his shoulder on the locker next to mine.

"What." I snapped, focusing on my books.

My head turned and his eyes bore into mine, it was captivating, his tongue wet his lips before he spoke.

"We can't keep doing this. You can't keep pushing me away, I thought you forgave me." His eyes searched my face. I looked away, adjusted the sleeves of my shirt covering the marks on my wrist. His eyes widened as he finally realized what I was doing.

"You keep giving me reasons to." I said quietly before shutting my locker and turning on my heel away from him.

He grabbed my hand carefully before I could walk away.

Don't let me go.

"But you keep forgiving me." He reminded.

"And I'm an idiot for it." I pointed out, he shrugged.

"No you aren't baby, you keep telling yourself that I'm going to hurt you but I'm not. A small part of you believes that, thats why you keep forgiving me."

Fuck why is he always so right.

"Goodbye Charlie." He smiled before going in for a peck on the lips which I quickly dodged.

"I don't do PDA." I warned. It's fucking annoying.

"I do." He smirked before pushing me against my locker and kissing me quickly.

"Learn to like it." He whispered in my ear. Shivers ran through my body from his voice, his thumb running over my lip.

"No." I pushed, challenging him. His eyes darkened, his fingers ruffling his hair.

"I don't take no for an answer." His voice rasped.

"Learn to like it." I retaliated, a smirk dancing on my lips. His jaw opened, as if to say 'oh no you didn't.'

My hand pushed against his chest giving me space to make a quick getaway. I pushed by him and climbed down the stairs making my way to my first class.

English, a class that is actually fucking bearable.

"Hello Charlie." My teacher Mrs. Pataglia greeted me at the door. I faked a smile and adjusted my sleeves before slipping into my desk.

"Now class we are going to continue reading Romeo and Juliet. So open your books to Act 4 scene 2." My teacher yelled.

God I hate this fucking book. It's overrated. Yeah okay they meet at a party and fall in love and then kill themselves because of poor communication. First of all, the amount of deaths in this story is fucking ridiculous. Second, Romeo didn't even love Juliet first he loved Rosaline and then he loved Juliet seconds later.

Met at a party, fell in love quickly... Sound fucking familiar? Now I really hate this goddamn book.

"As you can see class, the ladder is a symbol of death because Juliet was going to kill herself with them, and that is the point in the story where it becomes a tragedy." Mrs. Pataglia droned on.

I buried my nose in my book, The Fault in our Stars. My teacher didn't mind though because she knows I'm the only one who reads the books anyway.

Every fucking book is a goddamn love story.

There will never be a Romeo for me, or a Augustus Waters, or even a Eddie from, The Five People you Meet in Heaven.

The only thing I got. Is a idiot with big blue eyes, and a million dollar smile.