-Charlotte's POV-

It’s been two weeks and I haven’t heard from or seen Harry since New Years even though he said he wanted to be friends, but I knew he was still in New York, staying with Louis.
Niall and myself’s relationship has become more ‘proper’ now and he is staying at my apartment with me, seeing as Lydia has been spending most of her time with Zayn.
I'd woke up earlier than usual this morning so I hopped in the shower and got dressed, before making Niall and I some breakfast.


"Stacy's mom has got it goin' on, she's all I want and I've waited for so long" I sang along to the radio, jumping around the kitchen like a mad woman.

Niall came up behind me, grabbing my hips, clad only in his boxers from just waking up and joined me in song; "Stacy, can't you see you're just not the girl for me, I know it might be wrong but I'm in love with Stacy's mom."

We both laughed together at how silly we were being, he softly grabbed my face in his hands and kissed my nose.

"Good morning beautiful."

"Morning sleepy head." I replied.

"You left me." He pouted.

"Sorry baby, I-" I started, before I was cut off by my phone buzzing. "One sec." I said as I held up my finger and walked away to grab my phone.

I picked up my phone and noticed I had a message from an unknown number:

"You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. If anything, it makes me want you more."

This creeped me out a bit, but I decided against replying.

"Who is is babe?" Niall asked me, from the other side of the room.

"Oh, no one." I replied and quickly tried to change the conversation.





These messages started becoming more frequent. I was getting at least 4 a day.

"Even if you don't love me, it would be a privilege to have my heart broken by someone as beautiful as you."

"I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has."

"Maybe it's sad that what we once had - even if it was for a mere second - is now just a memory."

I was starting to get annoyed by them now. I kept texting back, asking them to leave me alone, or to confess to who it was, but they were having none of it. One message though, finally caught my attention.

"If you meet me at the pub on the corner of 5th avenue at 8;30 tonight I promise you i'll stop messaging you. I just need to see you... one last time."

After weighing out the pro's and con's I decided to go. But, I definitely wasn't going to tell Niall. I hadn't told him about the messages either because I was worried how he'd react. I'd just tell him I was getting something from Zayn's from Lydia. Quickly head to the bar, and be back within the hour... I just hope this number isn't a total creep. It must be someone I know though, I thought so myself, or how else would they have got my number?

I decided to go alone, curiosity got the better of me.




Arriving at the bar and seeing the 'anonymous texter' made me even more annoyed than the texts did, but they also made me realise something else;

Some people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them.

Notes

Bit shit sorry, just a filler.

The next chapter should hopefully be up tonight:)

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