Twist (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 9.

Charlotte's POV:

I haven't talked to Harry since our fight yesterday, and honestly, I'm not sure how I feel. It's Saturday evening and he hasn't spoken to me once.

These thoughts have been invading my mind every second of everyday and I don't get it. Shouldn't I be relieved? Shouldn't I be glad that I'm not going to get hurt.

Then again, I'm hurting right now.

I pulled myself out of my trance to try and text him for the fifth time.

C: Stop ignoring me.

Seconds, minutes, an hour later.

Finally, a reply.

H: Stop shutting me out for no reason.

C: I've got a perfectly good reason.

H: Well, I don't want to hear it.

Rage filled my body as I kicked the small dog toy on the kitchen floor. This is unacceptable. I'm not going to be spoken to this way.

I grabbed my purse and walked out the front door. I don't care what he says.

I'm telling him my damn reason.

I searched an online directory for Kenlee's address. Her house was only a few blocks from mine, making it easy to walk there. I was planning on knocking, but the door was already open, so I just walked in.

I looked around, no sight of Harry.

"Charlotte?" I heard. I turned my head to find a girl standing in front of me.

I nodded.

"Oh my gosh, hi! I'm Kenlee! Harry's around here somewhere, although he's acting like he has a stick up his ass." She laughed. I could smell the faint hint of alcohol on her and she was giggling like crazy.

I just nodded and continued my search.

Kenlee's house was fairly crowded. I was about to give up my search when someone yelled,

"Spin the Bottle tournament!"

Almost everyone was in a circle.

Including Harry.

He was sitting next to some blonde bimbo with pink highlights. Not that I have any room to talk about wild hair.

"Okay, so who goes first?" Kenlee asked.

No one budged.

"Okay, I'll go first, damn!" Kenlee laughed. She spun the empty beer bottle and it landed on Zayn luckily. It was a bit grotesque actually, the two of them playing tonsil hockey in the middle of the living room.

"I'll go!" Liam, I think his name is, yelled. He spun the bottle and it landed on a brunette girl. Kenlee leaned over to tell me that her name was Emily, and she was Liam's girlfriend.

They're kiss was even worse than Kenlee's, they practically had sex right then and there. Minutes later, finally, the blonde bitch speaks.

"I'm next!" She laughs. The bottle goes in circles about five times before landing on Harry.

He shrugged and before they could kiss, I stood up and walked into the kitchen. I could hear lots of whooping, letting me know that the deed had been done.

I was greeted seconds later by none other than Harry himself.

"Charlotte, what the hell are you doing here?" He yelled over the music. I grabbed a nearby napkin and a pen and wrote.

"You wanted a reason. Now you're getting one." It said.

"No, I'm not. I'm done, Charlotte. I'm tired of being pushed away and I'm just..done!" He yelled, walking away. I followed him, pulling his arm only to have him push his arm back.

"Damn it, Charlotte!" He yelled, the same thing he yelled during our fight.

My adrenaline and anger must have built into one, because as Harry walked away, I did the unspeakable.

"Harry!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. He stopped walking and turned around, his mouth agape.

"I have not talked in a year and a half, and you are NOT walking away from me right now!" I screamed. My voice was slightly raspy.

"Charlotte," He stumbled. "Y-you just-"

"Yeah, I fucking know." I cut him off, dragging him into a nearby bathroom and locking the door.

"Why did you, how the.." He stuttered. "You just talked."

"Yeah, I know." I said, my voice much smaller and less confident than before.

"But, why?" He asked.

"Because. You weren't listening to me. And I needed to talk to you. But you don't want to hear it." I reminded him.

"Charlotte, please. I'm sorry for being such a dick to you. Just please, tell me."

I looked at my shoes. "Okay," I breathed. "Back when I was a freshman, my mom worked at my high school up in Connecticut." I began. "I was, um, in her class first period, my boyfriend sat in the back also. But this guy in my class he-" I choked. "He had a gun." I was bawling.

Harry pulled me into his arms and hugged me as I cried.

"He killed my mom and boyfriend." I cried profusely. He rubbed my back.

"It's oka-"

"No, it's not." I cried. "My father commited suicide after he found out. I lived alone for a year and a half before I finally had to leave. Haven't talked since. I just, haven't had a reason to. " I had no breath.

"Char," he called me.

"No one's called me Char since the third grade." I said, wiping my eyes.

"And yet, here I am." He smiled.

His eyes did that thing, where they flicker between my eyes and my lips.

And before I knew it, my lips were attached to his.

(A/N: Muahaha :) -Shelby)