When I saw your face, I fell in love~One Direction FanFic

Chapter Eight- Don't blow my phone up, please xx

I woke up, hearing the obnoxious message tone my phone was making. I reached over to my small, wooden night stand, and grabbed my phone. 

@iHateCharlotteKing @CharlieRose: Stay away from Harry, you stupid bitch. 

@stayawayfromhazza @CharlieRose: harry actually wanted to kiss YOU? ew, he probably has diseases passed to him now. 

@Charlieisastupidhoe @CharlieRose: My twitter username says it all.... YOU A STUPID HOE, YOU A, YOU A STUPID HOE! NO ONE LIKES YOU, I HOPE YOU GO AND DIE IN A HOLE! YOU SHOULD KILL YOURSELF, IT WOULD DO THE WORLD A FAVOR.

I quickly slammed my phone on my night stand, tears streaming down my face. I was tired of seeing thousands of hate messages on Twitter. How can people know? Were the paparazzi secretly taking pictures from the window? I plunged onto my bed, so overwhelmed. It has been a week, and I have been getting this much hate. Well, now I am gonna promise to myself to try not to go on Twitter for a long time. 

I took out my phone again and tweeted

@CharlieRose: If you don't like me, then don't follow me. If you hate me because Harry loves me, then don't be giving hate comments. It hurts to log onto twitter and see a lot of people that are giving you rude comments. Therefore, I am leaving Twitter for a long time. Bye! xx

I just tweeted that so I could leave it alone. I don't want 5000 new hate messages. And If thats what I was going to get, then fine. I also noticed that I had a new message.. from an unknown number. 

From: Unknown

Hey beautiful. Time to wakey wakey. 

Who is this number, and why are they calling me beautiful? Unless its Harry... But how could he have gotten my number? I opened my phone and sent a text back. 

To: Unknown

Who is this?

From: Unknown

Your favorite chestshire boy. 

To: Unknown

And who might I say is my 'favorite chestshire' boy?

I sent with a smirk. I knew it was Harry, I was just playin' around. 

From: Unknown

The curly haired boy that loves you. 

Oh. my. gosh. Did he just say he loved me? I don't really know if I love him though. I mean yeah, we kissed and apparently its "official" but I don't really know him that well. 

TO: Unknown

Hey Haz bear

From: Unknown

Hey my beautiful Charlotte. You fancy going to Panera Bread with me? 

Would I fancy? Of course I would fancy that. 

To: Unknown

Sure. What time?

From: Unknown

I will pick you up in 20 minutes. Does that sound good?

To: Unknown

Sounds perfect. See you in 20. 

From: Unknown

Great. See you love. 

Yay! Harry asked me to go to Starbucks! I started skipping around the house like a very happy madwoman. I looked over at the clock above the oven and notcied that 15 minutes of skipping happily had already passed by. Wow. Time really does fly by when you are having fun. That mean't I only had five minutes to get ready. And i have to look spotless. 

I superman leaped into my bedroom and threw on a white strapless casual dress with a brown woven belt going through the middle of the dress. I put on a pair of light pink ballerina flats on and rushed into the bathroom. I got my make-up bad out, and caked on a bunch of foundation all over my face, and some eyeliner. Right as I reached to grab my purse, I felt a pair of hands on my hips. Astonished, I looked over and what do ya know? Its my hazza bear. 

"Hey gorgeous. You don't need make-up." He said, with a smile spreading across his face. 

"Hey Harry. You know I do. How did you get in here anyways?" I asked. 

"The front door was wide open." Harry said, smirking. 

"Ahah! Let's go." I said

"Not until you take that make up off of your beautiful face." Harry said, as he closed the bathroom door behind him.  

"Harry, really its fine. I look like a wreck without all of this make up. really." I said. 

"No. Take it off. You don't need make-up. To cover up. Being the way that you are is enough!" Harry sang. 

I smiled. He has such a beautiful voice. Fine, I guess he really wants me to take my make up off. 

"Fine. You win. I guess I am taking it off." I said. 

HARRY'S POV:

"Fine. You win. I guess I am taking it off." Charlotte said. Charlotte is so perfect and beautiful. She doesn't need all of that crap. The best make up she could ever wear is a smile. (A/N its true to everyone!) 

Charlotte grabbed a white cloth and soaked it with water. She put it to her face and started wiping everything off. All of her foundation was coming off and she turned around to me. Man, am I lucky to have such a beautiful girl that doesn't need make-up to look pretty. 

"You happy?" Charlotte said, sighing. I just stood there in awe, starring at her, my jaw dropped. 

"Super utterly extremely happy. You look even more beautiful without make up." 

"Not true." Charlotte muttered. 

"Charlotte, be quiet and stop telling yourself its not true. You are the most beautiful, amazing (A/N AMAZAYN!)  girl I have ever met. I don't get where you are getting that crap from. Whoever tells you otherwise, is completely wrong. You have the most beautiful piercing blue eyes and long flowing hair. You aren't one of those bitchy girls who just cares about popularity. Every single man I see is a potential threat. I literally have to protect you from other boys hitting on you." I said. I am so flustered that she doesn't think she is beautiful. Charlotte stood there, bewildered. 

"Thanks Harry." She said, as she walked up closer to me. Her warm steamy breath was blowing on my nose, and the sparks that were flying, were palpable. "You know... that's the nicest thing someone has ever said to me." Charlotte said.