Charlie

Chapter seven

I woke up the next morning convinced that i'd dreamt the day before. Zayn went from being sarcastic, rude and generally not talking to telling me that he had feelings towards me. Along with this confusion, I also thought that Harry would've text me by now. Our arguments never last long at all and I was left hoping that it would be sorted by Monday to save me from having to walk to school. I wasn't sure what to do about the fast approaching Homecoming anymore. Everyone will know that Harry chose Amelia over me, which is humiliating to say the least.

I waited all of Saturday for a text from Harry that I never recieved. I was getting impatient and chose to make the first move for once in my life.

Charlie (18:42PM): Hi, you busy tonight? x

I waited for the response, watching my phone as I could see he was typing.

Harry (18:43PM): Yeah.

Charlie (18:44PM): Anything fun? x

Harry (18:45PM): Yeah, a party.

Charlie (18:45PM): I didn't even know there was one tonight. Who's house? x

I waited and waited for a reply that didn't come. I'd realised by now that Harry was still angry and clearly didn't want me invited to the party. I felt alone. Harry was always there, no matter what happened with anyone else, I always had Harry, but this time I didn't. I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to tell him how I felt and have my best friend back. Considering my lack of Saturday night plans, I decided to find out where the party was and show up. Even if Harry wouldn't talk to me, i'd still know everyone else there.

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I walked up to the house that was blaring music. Due to my lack of money as well as friends, I was forced to walk to the party which resulted in very sore feet and an already moderately drunk Charlie as i'd decided to take a few shots of alcohol on the way to warm myself up. I stepped in the door and greeted the people that I knew from school standing nearby. As I was speaking, I couldn't help look around to find Harry or Amelia as I knew they'd be together. I briefly spotted the back of Harry's head and the blue shirt that my mum bought him for his birthday a few months back.

"Harry!" I called out, my voice being drowned out by the music and the conversations. I followed where I had seen him, calling out his name as I walked. As he saw me, he tensed his jaw and put his drink down on the table. "Hey" I smiled.

"Hi" Harry spoke back, showing no emotion in his voice.

"Can I speak to you?"

"I'd rather you didn't." He replied, turning his back on me to face the group that he was with. I felt my face grow red with embarrassment and my throat well up as if I was close to tears. The alcohol was making my situation worse so I took myself to the bathroom to avoid any more humiliation.

I dialed Zayn's number.

"CJ?"

"Zayn"

"What's up?"

"I'm at a party. I don't feel good."

"You're sick?" He asked.

"No, just sad."

"Sad about what?"

"Harry hates me and I haven't done anything wrong. He completely rejected me in front of everyone and I don't even know why I called you. Probably because i'm a little drunk but also because I just don't want to be by myself, I know you don't really care but at the moment, you're the only person that acts like they do. Ahh, I'm sorry, you don't wanna listen to me, I shouldn't have called you, i'm sorry, i'll see you Monday."