the boy who changed my life. (harry styles and james mcvey fanfic)

chapter 22

james point of view...

I walked over to her house and knocked on the big door, her mum came to the door. she had a big confused look on her face.

'Mrs broom, is charlotte there' I asked, she looked like she has been crying.

'I'm sorry my love, but she been gone out all night, I've tried calling her'

'oh, well did you see her go out at all?'

'she just said that she was going out, she had a bag of things, but that could of been anything'

I looked behind her and there was a girl pacing back and forth.

'mum, harry isn't answering his phone either' a young girl shouted.

'I think you need to come in' she said, I walked in and my eyes where looking at the pictures on the wall seeing charlotte when she was little, she looked very cute.

'who where you again' her mum asked.

'I took her out the other night, I'm a friend of hers' I said.

'oh James, welcome to the family' she smiled.

'erm, thanks' I smiled back.

as she stud up to go to the kitchen I decided to call charlotte too, but it went straight though to answer machine.

shit.

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charlottes point of view...

I woke up to the sound of birds tweeting to each other, I opened my eyes lightly and saw white sheets spread around my bare body. I turned my head around to see the time

two in the afternoon, shit.

I shot up to empty covers and a note on the pillow.

I picked the note and it read:

had fun yesterday, paid the hotel person, hope to see you soon. Hx

I smiled, I got up and walked over to my bag, I opened it and saw my phone on top, I picked it up, I had 150 missed calls from my mum

40 from my sister

and one from james.

I bit my lip and pressed on my mum calling her.

she picked up. 'hi mum'

'hi, hi is all you say. where the hell are you! to me 'going out' is for a few hours, not all night, wait until you get home, your grounded until your 30' she sounded angry with me.

I bit my lip and started speaking. 'I'm sorry mum, I was out with a friend for the night, I forgot to call you, at least I'm not dead'

'well I thought you fucking were! baby, you scared me half to deaf' she started crying.

'I'm sorry mum' I cried out, I'm in fucking shit.

'just come home' and without another word she ended the call.

I sat back on the bed, looking at the phone call off james, why did he call me?, is he worried about me? ugh.

I put my phone down and walked back over to my bag and pulled out some clothes.

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once I was ready I shoved my things back In my bag. and walked out of the room finding harry leaning against the wall.

he hugged me from behind.

I tried to let myself go, I turned around and saw sorrow in his eyes.

'what's up with you' he rose an eyebrow.

'this was all a fucking mistake, just  fucking take me home'

'yesterday you appreciated all this'

 'take me fucking home harry' I yelled at him.

I got in his car slamming the door, the engine came to life and we drove out of the car park and home.