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

Chapter Twenty Five - The Talk

Chapter Twenty Five - The Talk

     Zayn eyed me nervously. I felt like hyperventilating. Something happened to Harry? When doesn't something happen to Harry? But Niall sounded serious. He wasn't messing around. Harry had gotten into some deep shit. 

      "Niall, where are you?" I blurted out. There was a brief silence.

     "Charlie? Zayn, you told us you were in Boston!" Niall shouted.

     "Nialler, focus." Zayn said. Niall took a deep shaky breath. 

    "I-I-I don't know. Liam, where are we?" Niall stuttered. I heard Liam's muffled voice in the background. Zayn and I both stared at the phone, waiting. I wasn't breathing. Zayn's jaw was tight and locked, his fist shaking at his side.

      "Liam said we're on our way to the airport in Dublin. H-he flew here two days ago to visit." 

     "Niall, its okay, calm down. Where are the girls?" Zayn asked. 

      "Uhhh, Chelsea, Danielle, and Adalyn are at me mum's in Mullingar. Sophie is still in London with Ian." Niall explained. Zayn and I looked up at each other, both utterly confused. Adalyn? Who the hell was Adalyn?

     "Who's Adalyn?" Zayn questioned before I could. 

     "She's...I don't really know. I guess she's Lou's girlfriend. To be honest, I'm not sure what's been going on with him either..." Niall said. My breath caught. My eyes grew large. I felt like I would just puke up all those eggs I had eaten. 

     "Zayn? Charlotte? Oh, come on, guys, don't leave me hanging like this..." Niall whimpered.

     "Niall, call me before you take off." Zayn spat, his eyes glued to me. 

     "Zayn, wa--" Zayn clicked the red button on his phone and Niall's voice cut off. 

     "Char..."

     "Don't touch me..." I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. Suddenly, the doorbell rang and my eyes snapped open. Zayn and I both looked at the door nervously and I slowly began walking toward it. When I opened it, I immediately regretted it.

     "Hey." Louis whispered. I stared at him, my eyes filled with anger and betrayal. His were filled with tears and utter sadness.

     "What are you doing here?" I demanded. Louis chewed on his lip nervously.

     "I need to talk to you. I meant to do it last night...but I just---" I reached over and slapped him as hard as I could. As soon as my hand connected with his cheek, I felt like I was letting a huge load off of my back. Louis gasped, looking down at the ground, rubbing his cheek. 

     "Wow..." he muttered. 

   "Why didn't you tell me?!" I screamed at him. Louis remained very interested in his shoes. "ANSWER ME!" 

     "I wanted to! But when I saw you, I couldn't do it. I couldn't just not be with you! I still love you." 

     "You are so full of shit."

     "Charlotte, please, gimmie a chance to--"

     "To what? To explain? No, I'm pretty sure you've made yourself pretty clear, Louis." I barked. I tried to calm myself down, taking deep breaths and trying not to make eye contact with him. "You know what? Just leave. Ju-just go. And don't ever come back." I slammed the door in his face and sunk to my knees, tears overflowing. I leaned my head against the door and sobbed.