The Story of Us-- One Direction/ Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Five - Explanations

Chapter Five- Explanations 

     I woke up the next morning with a drenched pillow and a stuffy nose, as well as several text messages. I groaned and reached for my phone; seven texts from Harry, three from Louis, and four from Andy. Seven from Harry! I was confused as to how he and Louis even recieved my phone number. Maybe Zayn had gotten it from Andy or Paris. How creepy. I slowly went through the texts, fighting back the urge to cry from each one. 

      Char, it's Harry, I'm so sorry about tonight

      Char, please, answer me.

      Charlotte, I shouldn't have fought with Taylor. I'm really sorry.

     Love, please. Please, answer me. I'm so sorry about everything. Call me.

     Harry's texts went on and on, pleading for me to answer and begging my forgivness. Andy's texts were all about whether or not I had gotten him an autograph from any of the boys, nothing really important. Louis, on the other hand had told me three times to meet him on the pier around three. it was now twelve and I had no intention of going to meet him.Still, I knew Louis was Harry's best friend, so it would do me some good to go and speak to him. I stuffed my head into my pillow, stifiling a loud groan. 

     "WHY? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?" I cried, kicking and slamming my hands and feet on the bed like a six year old throwing a tempter tantrum. My muscles finally relaxed and I lay on my soft bed, my face smothered by the pillow. Maybe I would suffocate. 

      On the other side of I street I knew, stood a girl that looked like you! I guess that's Deja Vu, I thought this can't be true because---

     I froze, hearing my ringtone. I scrambled across my bed and answered without even checking who it was. 

      "Hello?" 

     "Hey babe, it's Louis! Glad you're up!" Louis chirped. I sighed and relaxed a bit. 

      "Oh, hey there, Louis. Um, not to be rude, but how did you get my number?" I questioned. Louis let out a chuckle. 

      "Oh, your brother made sure that each of us had your number and any other way to contact him. In fact, I believe I've also got your dad's number. It's Vic, isn't it?" Louis asked. I slapped my forehead and laughed. That was so like Taylor.

      "Oh God, yeah, that's my dad..." I muttered. Louis laughed again.

      "So listen, I wanted to know if we could meet up for lunch somewhere? I know it's past lunch time, but what the hell? Nobody cares," he said. Louis always seemed cheerful, like absolutely nothing could go wrong in his life. Hell, if I were as famous as him and I had billions of fans, I would act the same way. I wouldn't have a care in the world.

      "Um, yeah sure. How about around two, then?" I said, cutting his original time short as a surprise. I didn't like being told where to go and when to go there. I wear the pants in every relationship, whether its a friendship or anything else.

      "Sure, two sounds great! Listen, I've got to go, my girlfriend is calling me. I'll see you later, then!" he said, quickly hanging up before I could say anything else. My brow furrowed as I listened to the tone. Girlfriend? I could have sworn he was gay...

      I shrugged out of bed and into my bathroom, quickly taking a hot shower and getting dressed. I glanced out my window in curiosity. It was cold and wet outside. I sighed as I walked into the kitchen, pouring myself some cereal. Vic was drinking coffee, watching TV in the living room. He turned from the couch and laughed.