British Kid.~A Charlie Rowe fanfic

Turn around

Charlie's POV

What am I doing? I knock on the door trying to ignore the flashes and the shouting and the questions. I bang repeatedly on the door. 'Hellooo, oh.' Harry grimaces. he steps out of the house and closes the door. 'what are you doing here?'

'I've come to see Amber.'

'No.'

'What?'

'No! After what you did to her. Just go back there's no point. She told me what happened. How could you? You should've seen the state she was in. Well she still IS in.'

'I...' I'm stopped by Harry pushing me back to my car.

'Go, just go. She does not want to see you.'

'But.. I' He grabs my Collar and pulls me up to him.

'GO!' He says through gritted teeth, his eyes full of anger fury and dismay.

Harry's POV

As he finally drove of I clenched my fists. Breath Harry, Breath. I went back inside ignoring the questions.  'Who was it?' Ambers sweet innocent voice rang out.

'Oh, err. Just some crazed fan.' I lied. She stifled a laugh and I decided to do the same. She was sat up on the sofa with a blanket on her lap. Her brown-ginger hair spread across her solders and I imagine her back. Her bluey eyes look so hurt and upset yet happy to see me all at the same time. Her plain white polo shirt and black leggings and her green hoody she looked so well, breathtaking in a way. I walked and sat next to her. I pulled the blanket over me and tried to turn my attention to the TV. Friends 'The one with the ring' this was one of my favourites, but I couldn't concentrate on it. Amber was right up against me. I lifted my arm slowly and put it behind her.

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*Ding* *Dong* I jumped up and grabbed my wallet on the way to the front door. I swung it open and exchanged money and pizza with the delivery guy and before I closed the door I looked around to see if Charlie had gone. He had. Phew.

Ambers POV

I stopped my laughter and Harry walked in with the pizza. He opened the box and we dived in. I was so happy being here with him. I couldn't concentrate on the TV. Harry's arm was behind me and we were snuggled against each other. I felt so warm and happy, elated even.

Charlie's POV

I wanted to punch someone or even kill... No. not kill. That's going waay to far. I was slumped on the sofa with an empty beer can in my hand. I crushed it and threw onto the floor by my feet. I hated my self for this. I hated her for this. I hated him for this. I hated the entire world for this. I stood up and walked into the bedroom. Well, stomped. I flung myself onto the bed. Why did this have to happen? I reminisced for what felt like hours and I looked around this cold dark room. I saw the partially open wardrobe . I got up and opened it. Her suitcase was gone. I went over to "her side of the bed" and opened her bedside table. Pictures.... books..... Pictures....Pictures! This was one way of getting rid of my anger. I found photos of us and then..... photos of them. Harry and... and Amber. I got them one by one and ripped them into tiny trillions of pieces.

Harry 's POV

I couldn't help thinking about Charlie. Why did he do that though? What made him? Why would he to such a beautiful girl as Amber is? I have no idea what his answer would be. But I bet it wouldn't be a good enough reason. I felt so sorry for Amber, her boyfriend cheating on her with his ex. It was crazy. Too crazy. I got up and picked up the empty pizza box and walked into the kitchen to throw it into the bin.

Ambers POV

I changed the channel to a stupid gossip one. I felt like hearing some stupid celebrity gossip. I pulled my phone out and turned it on. 'We have recently seen Amber Reid going to Harry Styles's house followed by Mr Charlie Rowe with some arguing between Mr Styles and Mr Rowe. What is going on between these two? Maybe we'll find out at the premiere of Charlie's new film Walking with Dinosaurs.' Just as the presenter mentioned the premiere and message from the director of WWD (Walking with Dinosaurs) reminding me about the Premiere in one week!. 'Shit!' I shouted. a bit too loudly.

Harry's POV

'Shit!' I hear Amber yell. I start sprinting to see what is wrong. What if she's hurt? What if Stupid Charlie broke in? What if... What if...

I think its a little longer than usual. Sorry for the wait. It took me a while to figure out what to write. And thanks to @Kcourt for the Marvellous idea!!! teehee. What do you think Amber is worried about? I might have Made it a little too obvious. Haha. Who do picture Amber as? I kinda see an Emily blunt but younger and with blue eyes and browny gingery hair. Wat do you think? Keep voting and commenting! its so nice to see votes and comments. ILYSM oxoxoxoxoxoxoxox