CHARLIE
These last few days have felt like ages. On Monday back at school, Nate barely said a word to me. I wanted to fucking slap him, but I was too distracted by the idea of kissing Harry.
We decided to leave on this road trip on Thursday right after school, and planned to tell Nate that our parents were going, too. We told our parents we were going with a bunch of friends to the Jersey Shore, and they both gave us $200 each for food, gas, and a place to stay.
At lunch, I sat next to Nate even though I don't eat. I took a deep breath and told him.
"So, Thursday after school I'm leaving for vacation to the Shore with my mom, Harry, and his mom." He looked towards me and furrowed his eyebrows.
"All spring break?" He sounded completely blown away.
"Uh, yeah, probably but our parents will be there too, Nate. I'll call you every day."
"Whatever. Have fun." He stood up and threw his tray away, and left. I looked up and saw Harry staring at me - his green eyes met mine and I felt chills go through my whole body. His eyes flashed to Nate walking out of the cafeteria and then back to me, and I knew the names he was saying in his head.
I stood up and took my water with me, and ran out into the hallway. I heard Harry stand up after me, and then his friends calling after him.
"Styles, where the hell are you going?" I was trying so hard to not break down and cry, Nate's silence was killing me. I turned to go into the bathroom, but felt a hand on my wrist turn me towards him.
"Charlie," Harry pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me so tightly, I could feel his heart beating. "He's such a dick," I felt his lips press to my hair and I tightened my grip around his torso, as if I couldn't be close enough to him. He smelled so good, like mint and bubblegum mixed. I could've stayed like this forever, pressing myself up against him to get closer and feeling his sweater rub against my arm.
"How many times am I going to have to save you from him until you realize it isn't worth it?" He pulled me out of the hug and held onto my elbows.
I shrugged, looking away from his eyes. I could feel people looking at us and I wanted to be anywhere but here. "Can we just go?"
Harry nodded, looking for something in my face. He took my hand and kissed my forehead and I could've melted right there. "Yeah," He whispered. "Let's go."
He drove in my car all around the city, down Park Avenue and through the Times Square traffic. I wanted him to put his hand on me, and I'm sure he was trying to keep his distance. He pulled into Central Park and parked the car right by a playground. There were about ten kids all in line to get their picture with a clown, which scared the shit out of me.
"Charlie, you don't deserve this -"
"I know." I told him. I turned towards him in my seat and grabbed his hand. He seemed shocked, but soon his stiff hand molded into mine. "I know that, Harry, but I lived my life for two years with him. I don't know how to not be with him."
"Come here," He pulled me into his chest and kissed my hair again. "You deserve to have someone there to wipe your tears and give you more out of laughter." I deserve you, Harry.
I pulled myself out of his chest and moved my legs overtop of his. Our faces were so close, and I can't stop thinking about the way his voice sounded when he told me he loved me. "I love you so much, Char."
"I love you, Harry," And then we were kissing. His lips were so soft, so perfect with mine. We melted into each other. Easy as that. His hands pulled me onto him so I was straddling his lap, my hands on his neck pulling him closer and his tracing every line from my thigh to my waist.
