**2 weeks later**

I laid on the couch with Louis. Watching one of the corniest love movies. Here is the part I thought, The man brought her into his arms as they made out in the pouring rain, Why are we even watching this stupid movie?

"I am cold, come here Char." Louis says.

I glance at him with no strength to deny such a request. He lays on his stomach and wraps one arm around my lower back again, like his comfort pillow, and his other is holding the remote now. It feels nice to hold someone again, being single can be such a drag.

I'm using him as much as he is using me, which makes it all seem fair. I can feel the warmth of his cheek pressed on my thigh; even sense when he is smiling.

My mind floats to the idea of kissing him again It would be nice. I thought of the feeling of his soft lips on mine, I brought my finger to my mouth, trying to hold on to the tingly feeling on my shaky lips, before it goes away.

I try to stop myself from thinking such naughty things, but my chest is already rising rapidly. He doesn't say anything but his facial expression makes me worry; I might have given him "the look". He sits up to rest on his knees.

"I'm trying to watch the movie-" I protest, but without any warning... Louis interrupts me pressing his lips are on mine.

I feel him pull up closer, knees between my legs. His hand races to my waist and the other holds my face. I sit up straighter as I kiss him deeper, with an aching feeling inside to wish it was Harry instead.

I shake off the feeling, distracting myself as my hands are sinking in his hair and he manages to slide me down by pulling at my waist, laying completely on top of me.

As our kiss progresses and our oxygen levels decrease, I'm completely turned on by that moment when we gasp for air and press against each other with urgency. But a stronger voice inside me says I can't do this not when I am thinking of Harry. He looks at me confused, playing with the hem of my T-shirt.

"I can't do this right now." I say. He looks down at me, tucking the hair behind my ear.

"Are you okay, You've been acting weird lately, I am worried about you."

"I am fine" I reassure him, pecking his cheek with a kiss. The truth is I am not okay, Its been 2 weeks since the meeting and I haven't talked to harry and I am pretty sure he hates me. There has not been a second pass by when I didn't think of him. I hate that I feel this way.

My body gets cold, as I move from his embrace, "I- Uhh need a moment." He nods slowly, picking up a pillow, resting his head continuing to watch the movie.

I shut the bathroom door behind me, crumbling to the floor in tears. I run the sink water, to muffle the sounds of my sobs. I have never reacted this way to missing someone so much. It hurts painfully to know that he probably hates me, even when I need him the most.

I pound my fists softly on the floor, The cries racking my body, gasping for air. As minutes pass, I crawl from the floor, standing at the sink, splashing cold water to my warm face covered in smudges of make up and tears.

I avoided to look in the mirror, as I kept my head down, wiping away the tears and dripping black mascara from my eyes. For a second I glance up and see my face.

It doesn't look like me anymore, I mean what I've become now, you know I wasn't always all bad. I used be the innocent good girl with to have straight A's and would obey her parents, but people change. Not for the best but for the worst, which pretty much sums up my life.

I exit the bathroom rubbing my now puffy eyes sniffling a little. Louis was still on the couch, but he was sound asleep, he was probably tired from his long days. Lately he and the rest of the boys have been constantly preforming concerts and recording for their new album. As I pushed him over a bit to sit beside him, someone knocked on the door.

Groggily I dragged myself towards the front door, Unlocking the handle, I pulled open the door.

I froze completely still, I was too shocked to even react or speak. In front of me stood the man that has been in my thoughts and dreams for days. My eyes scanned him from head to toe, he looked different. His face glowed happy, he looked lighter I guess you could say.

Harry shot me a bright dimpled smile, pulling me in for a warm hug, wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing my forehead softly as a friendly gesture it was anything special in my mind.

He hadn't seemed that he had missed me as much as I had missed him. My heart shattered to pieces to see him like this, he must have gotten over me I wished he hadn't. So i could tell him how I feel about him.

Its too late.

He was happy without me. A strong pain in my heart formed, as my chest tightened, gulping back the lump in my throat, I held in the tears that so desperately wanted to flow from my eyes. It hurt even more thinking of the thought of him being with someone else,secretly praying inside he hadn't found another girl.

I now regretted even more than before for not apologizing to harry, I know he had probably had went through hell after that meeting just like I have, except he is now better.

"I missed you alot-" his eyes darted away from mine as almost he had regretted what he said."-I am sorry we haven't spoken for such a long time, I've been busy with life and all."

His confession made my stomach and chest somersault. I gaze at him longingly and nod.

"I know you aren't here to talk to me harry, so what do you need?" I said. As I snapped back into reality, I am making it to obvious. Remember your with Louis now. Slowly I leaned my head against the door frame.

"I Actually came to talk to you, Louis sent me a text telling me it would be nice for us to hang out, he had said you missed me" Harry winked, I rolled my eyes. What an ass.

"Tonight I have planned a huge surprise for you, ill pick you up around 9 pm"

"Wait-" I called to him as he walked to his car. Quickly I walked towards him, my slippers scuffing the concrete sidewalk. "Its quite late don't you think, where are we going?" I crossed my arms.

"For me to know, for you to find out.." His voice is like wine that both soothes and intoxicates. I blushed red, covering my face with my hands, he moved closer to me, staring deeply into my eyes. He leaned down and whispered.

"I know you fancy me, Charlotte, just admit it." He whispered seductively in my ear, his lips moving against my earlobe, breathing hotly. God he was sexy. I shook my head, trying to think straight, What is he doing to me?

**Harry's P.O.V**

She replied quietly her breaths coming short, I stared intently at her gorgeous face, damn was she beautiful. I couldn't help but notice she was slightly blushing again.

I whispered again to her agian, this time pulling her closer. Somehow I had craved to feel her closer to me. Her warm body was slightly brushing mine. I pushed the curly hair from my face, wetting my lips.

I brought my face closer to hers as I brushed those soft pink lips I had so much longed to feel. God if only she knew how much I missed her. It had to took all my strength to see her and to appear happy when I was broken inside.

I hated to think she was with someone else now, but I could still wait forever, if that's what it takes, I have never felt like this before about someone, Charlotte is different from most girls, which draws me even closer to her.

I reassured her the truth with my words, I would wait for her, as long as it took. I glanced at her once again, before driving away.

I could almost hardly wait for tonight. its definitely wasn't going to be a night she will forget.

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