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

Chapter Twenty Four - Busted

Chapter Twenty Four - Busted

      "I think I'm gonna be sick..." I managed to spit out as I scrambled off of the floor and toward the bathroom. I barely made it to the toilet as I began vomiting profusely. Tears flowed out of my eyes and I shook like crazy. I hated puking.

      "Charlotte, love, are you alright in there?" Zayn asked, tapping on the door. 

      "I'm fine. Don't come in." I croaked. Zayn ignored me, opening the door as soon as he heard my voice. He sat beside me and gathered up my long hair, tying it quickly in a pony tail. He grabbed the wash cloth off of the sink and drenched it in cold water, pressing it across the back of my neck and my forehead. 

      "You feel better?" he asked, rubbing my back. I put the toilet seat down and laid my head on the furry cover, groaning loudly.

     "What the hell was that?" I whimpered, unable to control my shaking. Zayn resumed rubbing my back. I could tell he didn't really want to answer. But he would. Zayn never kept anything from me.

      "I remember that show. That was actually the show before I came here. He and Louis...it was different..." I lifted my head off the toilet and snuggled close onto his chest as he leaned against the wall. He stroked my hair softly, taking deep breaths. 

      "I don't know what happened between them. It was as if everything that had happened just finally caught up to them. I mean, when we left, they seemed okay. Granted, Harry was still kind of angry and Louis was no different but slowly, they started going back to the old Larry Stylinson..." He smirked a bit at the old nickname. "It was sort of like nothing had changed. Then the fights started. Louis moved out of Haz's flat again and then they started disagreeing on everything, ranging from who gets what verses in songs to who deserves you..."

      "Me? They fought over me?" I questioned. Zayn smirked and kissed the top of my sweaty forehead like there was nothing wrong at all.

      "Yes, they fought about you, silly. When didn't they fight over you?" Zayn let out a deep sigh. "It was driving Liam and Niall mad. I was tuning it out, but eventually, it began to piss me off too. Liam let them have it, which was rather surprising. I actually expected Niall to go off on them but Chelsea stopped him, just like Sophie stopped me. Danielle though, she was getting tired of Harry sobbing over you and Louis being angry at the world so she told them both how they were downright gits for doing all those things to you." 

      I let out a chuckle. Of course Danielle would go insane. She seemed cute and calm but the girl could become a threat if you angered her too much. The fact that she was pregnant kind of heightened her bitch skills.

      "But anyway, that concert was kind of the clue to the world about what was going on between you three. When he started crying...and then when he and Louis looked at each other and then Harry ran off of stage. That was the last time I saw him. I didn't even see him backstage. Lou ran off too. And now the fact that you ran off puking in front of thousands of girls was just the icing on the cake." he teased. I slapped his chest as hard as I could and he let out a laugh, hugging me tighter.

      "What should I do, Z?" I murmured after a bit. Zayn stopped stroking my hair and laced his fingers with mine. His arm tightened around me and he let out another deep sigh.

      "I think you should move on. Move on from Harry, move on from Louis, move on from everything. Put the past behind you and don't let it interfere with your future." he whispered. I sat up and looked at him, my eyebrow raised.