-Charlotte's POV-

I got to my apartment and instantly grabbed my cases from one of the wardrobes. I was done with New York. I was just going to head back to England early, alone. Lydia could stay with Zayn for all I cared. One of us had to find happiness out of all this.

I slammed my suitcase onto my bed and started packing, angered by the whole situation with Harry, upset over the whole situation with Niall. I filled my cases, with all the shit i’d bought with me, whilst drinking down a bottle of pure vodka. My feelings started to get confused with my thoughts and my vision was soon blurry as hell. My movements became staggered and I was shook by a loud hammering on the door and mumbled shouting.

I stumbled over to the doorway and lent against the wall next to it, looking through the peep hole.
“Fuck off Harry. I don’t want to see your face right now.” I shouted, slurring my words.
“Please Charlotte, just let me in. I know you hate me, but if you’re leaving at least let me make sure you get to the airport safely and stuff. You’re no good to yourself while you’re in this state.” He tried to reason with me.
“No!” I yelled. “Just go.” I stumbled back over to the kitchen and tripped on something. I grabbed the counter, taking down with me the bottle of vodka and some shot glasses strewn on the table from earlier in the week. The smashing sound echoed around the room and as I landed hard on my face and hands I screamed out in agony.
“CHARLOTTE?!” Harry yelled, clearly panicked. “If you don’t let me in i’m going to break the door down.”
By this point I was crying. My pain threshold was extremely low and the fall made me instantly sober up.
“Please Harry,” I whimpered. “Just leave me alone.” I began crying, I cradled my face in my hands and sobbed out for Lydia to be by my side. Telling me everything was going to be okay, even if I knew it wasn’t going to be.

I sighed. "I have to get out of here," I thought to myself.

I got up and realized I was still wearing the same outfit of leather jeans and top. I shrugged, did it really matter? I was just going to sleep the whole plane journey anyway...

I zipped up all my luggage, double checking i’d got all of my stuff and made my way out of the apartment to find Harry sat on the welcome matt just outside the front door, head in hands, crying.



-Harry's POV-

I heard the door being slammed behind me and looked up to see Charlotte, crying her eyes out, covered in blood, pulling behind her all her luggage. I jumped up and leant out to wipe some of the blood of her face and hands when she pushed me up against the wall away from her.

“Stay away from me Harold.” She stated calmly.
I’d really hurt her, which hurt me even more.
“Charl, what happened to you?” I asked her.
“Some jackass kissed me, when I thought it was my boyfriend and ruined EVERYTHING.” She emphasized ‘everything’ and even though the most beautiful girl in the world was stood in front of me, covered in blood, tears running down her face, I couldn't be my usual charming self, because I'd been the cause of all her pain.
What made it worse was the fact that I still loved her.
‘Look Charlotte, I am so sorry for all the hurt i’ve caused you. I promise you i’ll leave you alone forever, if you just let me make sure you get to the airport and on that plane safely. Okay?”
She nodded weekly, upset with herself that she gave in.

“Okay love, let’s get you cleaned up first.”


-Niall's POV-

After seeing Charlotte and Harry’s tweets I felt guilty. I mean, she was still officially my girlfriend and I did just leave without giving her a chance to explain herself.
Also I was pissed that Harry kept showing up everywhere, what the fuck was that all about?
I jumped into a cab and headed down to Charlotte’s apartment.
The lobby was eerily silent because of how early in the morning it was and everyone was out celebrating the New Year I guess. I jumped in the lift that took me up to Charlotte’s floor and as I got out what I saw pushed me over the edge. I was going to get Harry away from Charlotte if it was the last thing I did.

I ran up to them. “Get the fuck awa-” I began, until I noticed Charlotte, covered in blood, tears streaming down her face, eyes blood shot from crying and lack of sleep. My poor baby.
I stared in awe at how she still managed to look so beautiful.
“It’s alright Niall mate I got it from here.” Harry intervened.
“You know what Harry,” I punched him square in the jaw knocking him to the ground. “Stay the fuck away from her. Can’t you see you’ve cause enough damage?” I yelled. Ready to burst.

With that I picked Charlotte up bridal style and carried her into her apartment, kicking the door shut in Harry’s face with my foot, leaving all Charlotte’s belongings in the hallway outside her apartment door.

In your face Harry Styles, quite literally.

Notes

I planned to update earlier in the day but I had trouble getting onto the website and logging in, I was so annoyed:')

but, anyway... here you are lovelies. Hope at least someone likes this story:')

lot's of changing POV'S sorry... also, should I do a sex scene in the next chapter, or not? idk i find writing them a little awks... idk you guys decide.

MUCH LOVE XO