-Charlotte's POV-
The smell of the bar was the first thing that hit me before I had a good look around, drunk old men filled the small dimly lit room and their was a loud lull of conversation between the people sat together, creating quite a safe atmosphere.
I wasn’t nervous.

Until I felt an arm grab around my waist and the owner slip a finger through my jean loops and pull me into his body.
Harry.
He stank of liquor and as I looked up into his eyes they were extremely blood shot and his eye lids were dropping slightly.
He was drunk.


"You came!" he whispered, creepily in my ear.

"Regrettably, yes Harry," I pulled myself away from him and crossed my arms over my chest. "but whatever you have to say make it quick, because my boyfriend is waiting at home."

By the mere mention of Niall the cocky smirk dropped from his lips and his eyes slightly glazed over with anger.

"Fuck your boyfriend Charlie, I could treat you far better." Harry slurred, maliciously.

"Look, if all you've dragged me here to do is talk shit about Niall then I'm leaving."

I began to walk away from Harry and towards the door, when a large hand roughly grabbed my upper arm and held it tightly.

"No Charl," Harry whimpered. "Please, just give me a chance to explain myself."

I exhaled deeply.

'Fine." I rolled my eyes. "You've got fifteen minuets." I told him. "But no funny business."




Harry dragged me over to a table and offered me a drink, which I declined, before he began to explain.

"Look, I know I promised to stay away from you or whatever, and ask one of the boys, I never brake a promise, but I just can't stay away from you. You make me so happy. Whenever you smile I can't help myself but smile. God. You're so annoying I just... I just want you to love me as much as I fucking love you." he started his drunken rant. "You're so beautiful... and god, don't get me started on that body. That night at the party, you were pretty out of it, but I remember every minuet of the sex because all I could think of was how lucky I was to be making love with you. But no, you have to go off with fucking Niall. Get all lovey-dovey with fucking Niall and you know what? Yes, I'm fucking jealous Charlie! But I can't help wanting you, I.. I just can't stop myself. I decided a while ago to not deny myself what pleasures me in life, you make me happy Charlotte, don't deny me you." He finished. A slight tear in his still blood shot eyes, drooping under the dim light.

"Look Harry, I better go-" He cut me off.

"No wait, listen... I have an idea." He rambled on, still obviously drunk. "How about we leave together, tonight. Just run away. I'll leave the band for you, heck, i'd do anything for you. Come on? There's nothing stopping us a-"

"I have a life Harry!" I shouted at him, bored of his attitude. "And a boyfriend, incase you're forgetting. I can't just run off with you and play Romeo and Juliet until you get bored of me and find you're next victim... Life doesn't work like that."

Harry grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes, mustering up a serious face the best he could.

"It's not like that, I really love you." He said. He grabbed my face and tried to kiss me but I pushed him off and stood up to walk away, he followed me though, not giving up.

"No Charl please," he shouted.

I turned around to face him.

"Just..." he stuttered, getting angrier from my rejection by the second. "just fucking hear me out. Give me one more fucking chance."

He came closer to me, cornering me into the wall.

"Leave me alone Harry." I shouted, rather forcefully. "I don't love you, I love Niall. I will never love you." By this point I was screaming.



That was it.

I knew I shouldn't have provoked him when he was that drunk.

Watching his eyes going from heartbreak to anger in a split second was terrifying,

but that's all it took.

A split second.

For Harry's hand to leave his side and collide, full force to the side of my face.

My hands instantly shot up to my face as I cried out in pain, but the look on Harry's face proved that he'd instantly sobered up.

He tried to come closer to me.

"Oh my god Charlie," He gasped. "How could I have been so stupid?"

"GET AWAY FROM ME." I screamed towards him, pushing him back with my one hand whilst holding the other to my face.

He looked at me, his eyes painfully watched my every move.

"How could I have been so stupid as to come here and give you another chance." I cried out, in between whimpers. "God, I'm such an idiot."

I started crying even harder after pushing past Harry and leaving the bar and storming out into the cold New York night, because that was the first time this week i'd finally admitted to myself that I knew who was sending me those texts deep down.

I just wanted a release.

A way to properly let him go.

And tonight I learnt that I'll never get that.

But, one thing I hoped Harry learnt is that if you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy...

Even if you wind up being left out.

Notes

Selfish selfish Harold:(

Think I might be nearly done with this now, idk... but I had an idea for a new one if people want me to keep writing?:)

hope you guys are still enjoying:) xx

p.s prepare for emotional ending.