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

Chapter Twenty Three - He's Back

Chapter Twenty Three - He's Back

     I laid on Andromache's bed, or Adi as I called her, twirling Taylor's necklace above my head. Adi sat opposite of me on her little stool, painting a very intense picture of me. Ever since she returned home from studying abroad, she had gone crazy and painted a million pictures of me and her brothers. She was driving everyone crazy.

      It was November in Long Beach. School had started a while ago but luckily, it was fall break already. I, unfortunately, didn't have a life anymore. All I did was study and work. Sometimes, I got a few days off and I could go hang out with Andy and his family. Vic was out in New York, trying to work on a new project for his business. I had been alone for three days, and Vic wasn't coming home any time soon.

      I hadn't heard from any of One Direction since school had started. Liam and Niall had a twitcam a few days ago and someone had asked about me. Niall supposedly started crying and had to get off camera and Liam said he missed me more than anything. Zayn had tweeted me a few weeks ago, saying he loved me and he was always there for me. He actually got "We Love You Charlotte" trending. I never responded though. He was probably too preoccupied with their tour.

     Harry and Louis were both nonexistent in my life. In fact, I hadn't seen or heard from them since Taylor's funeral. I still had Harry's hoodie lying next to my pillow. After 3 months, it still smelled like him. I had nothing of Louis', except for a few pictures of us. I had a few pinned up on my huge bulletin board in my room. Nothing but memories now.

      I sighed and let my arm fall as the thoughts of the boys flooded my mind. Adi sighed dramatically, setting her paint brush down and crossing her arms.

      "God damn it, Charlotte, you need to stop moving!"

     "Adi, my arm is blue due to lack of blood flow." I spat, propping myself up on my elbows. The door flew open and Andy ran in, followed by Paris and Chris. They all jumped on the bed at the same time, sending me flying up into the air. Andromache let out an angry growl and began putting away her various paints.

      "Are you done in here yet? We're bored." Andy whined.

      "Jesus Christ, Charlie, why is your arm blue?" Chris asked, lifting my limp arm up with two fingers and inspecting it. I giggled and pulled my arm back as he enveloped me in a bear hug.

      "Your insane sister made me hold it up while she painted me..." Chris turned to Adi and shook his head.

      'You really are insane, Picasso." he teased. Adi rolled her eyes and flipped through her sketch book.

      "So, wanna go out for ice cream? Vaz is paying." Paris asked as Nick walked into the room. Vaz popped his head in through the door frame. 

      "I am not paying for anything." he spat. 

      "Yes you are, you cheap-o." Nick said, inspecting his hair in Adi's mirror. He could be so vain sometimes.

      "That sounds fun, guys, but I don't think so..." I whispered, smiling softly. The boys groaned in unison. 

      "Come on, Charlie! You've gotta get out of the house." Chris said, poking my side. 

      "I did! I came here, didn't I?"

     "Okay, you've got to get out of the fucking street. Come on, Char, it'll be a blast like old times!" Paris said. I merely shook my head. Andy let out a deep sigh and squeezed my good hand.