Long Time, No See - Harry Styles

Chapter 7

Chapter 7:

The boys were finally finished recording, so we went out to eat at Nandos. "Hey, Niall I've never been to Nandos before, so what is good?" I asked. All the rest of the boys gasped in astonishment, but Niall kept his cool and told me what to order, since he knew what I liked. I sat in between Niall and Harry, boy it felt ackward. Harry kept looking at me and then our food came. The waitress handed Harry a piece of paper and my phone began to buzz.

The piece of paper read:

Call me, Hottie!

[then her number]

Love, Krystal

My text read:

Hey babe hope you got to England safe! Miss you already!

With love always,

Patrick ; P

"Lotti, who's Patrick?" Niall asked me.

"I forgot to mention that. I have a boyfriend named Patrick." I answered.

"You never told me! I'm your BBIF!" He replied, he looked hurt, but I knew he was faking it.

"What the heck does BBIF mean?" Zayn asked. I turned and told him, "It means best blonde Irish friend."

"Harry, what's wrong?" Liam asked, so I turned to look at Harry. His face was frozen in a sad, depressing look, but I don't understand why. He stood up and left the table, Louis got up and followed him into the bathroom.

Harry's POV:

What the hell!? She has a boyfriend! This can't be happening to me!

"Harry, what's wrong?" Louis asked. I hadn't realised he followed me into the bathroom. "I don't know, Boobear. I just have this aching feeling like someone stabbed me in the chest." Louis looked at me and smiled, "You're jealous, mate. No doubt about it. You love Charlotte, I know you do!" Oh man, I think he's right, my face is even getting red. "You're right, Lou. I do love her, but then I think of what I did to her back in grade school." "It's going to be okay, Hazza. All you have to do is win her back, she's coming to our concert tomorrow. So, why don't you sing a song for her?" That's it I'll sing to her, and I know exactly what song.

"Oh that song Harry. I think that song will be perfect for this problem. Do you want to stay in the same room as her?" That was something I had forgotten about that. I'm remebering her face this morning, it was priceless and I wish I had gotten a picture. "Um, I don't know, well I mean she was pasted out last night, so she never noticed I was with her. I think I'll still be in the same room, but she might leave." Lou looked at me and simply said, "I'll ask her, but for now let's go back to the others and please don't call the waitress, she's as ugly as a hippo." We laughed and walked back to the table, but Charlotte was missing.

I looked at Niall, but he just kept his head down. "Nialler, what's going on, where's Lotti?"

"Harry, Lotti likes you. She always used to talk about a guy she knew with green eyes and brown curly hair. When I left for the X factor, Lotti went off finished school, and I guess got a boyfriend. She still lives with her dad, but that's how he wants it. I guess this Patrick guy has a high paying job and is thinking about going into the future with Lotti by his side. If you have the same feelings as Lotti does for you, I advise you to tell her before she makes the worst mistakes of her life." Niall told me.

I couldn't believe that she likes me even though I did all those bad things to her. Niall is most likely saying that to not make me worry or get jealous. Why would I be jealous of her, there are other girls out there? The only thing is that whenever I'm around Lotti I get this extra energy and a motivation to kiss her and call her mine. I will be doing that, hopefully soon.

Charlotte's POV:

I left Nandos to get away from the paps, fans, the guys, but mostly Harry. I'm dating Patrick, but he just isn't what he used to be. Patrick doesn't have the same romantic over turn because now all he cares about is his education, company, and he has told me that will might make it or not. Too many things are going through my mind, I want to break up with Patrick, but I also don't want to. There's only one reason why I want to end it with Patrick, and that's

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