You're The One

Harry's POV:

As I made the short walk back to where I live, I couldn't help but wish that Friday wasn't so far away; I need some time alone with her. My house was only a few streets away, but it felt like I was walking forever.

She had pulled back, she obviously isn't interested. I walked along, thinking, wondering what was going through her mind. I thought we had a connection, a bond, something special that I'd never had with anyone else before. She was special. I've hated her for most of my life, and now, well I can't get her off my mind. I never realised how much we had in common. Why didn't I give her a chance the first time I saw her?

As I approached my house, I could see that no lights we on, meaning everyone was at my auntie's restaurant opening. I decided to go at least join the party, anything to cheer myself up. Charlotte, well I assume she doesn't want anything to do with me. The way she pulled back, I mean most girls at my school would normally be straight in if I did anything like that to them. But Charlotte, she's just different. I admire that.

Walking up the street to the town centre, I could see the restaurant in the distance, it only looked like a 2 minute walk. As I was walking along, I gazed into shop windows. I glanced past River Island, a few charity shops, the local post office, until I saw something that made me stop completely still...

Charlotte.

Charlotte sat having coffee with another boy. They were chatting, laughing, and looked like they were having a great time. That should be me. I can't just stand here and watch her with another boy, I have to do something. I was about to walk through the door until I realised something, if I was to go in, what would that look like? It would look like I was following her around, which is not the best image. I knew I'd have to restrain myself from going in. I decided to give her a quick text, just to see if she'd ignore me for him. I pulled out my iPhone and tapped on the keyboard: 'Hey Charlotte, I was wondering if you could meet me at the Topleys Restaurant in about 5 minutes. I need to talk to you'. Send. I watched her with him, she didn't even flinch. I decided to just go ahead and call her; what was the worst that could happen? No answer, I peered through the window to see just that boy sat there. Charlotte must've gone to the toilet or something, her coat and phone was still on the table. I watched the boy decline my call to her, acting as if nobody had rang when she re-entered the room. I decided to just head over to the restaurant as she was probably having a great time with that guy she was sat with anyway.

Unfortunately, I saw it the restaurant was full of mostly 30-50 year olds, so I just decided to go home. I needed some space to think to figure out what was going on between me and Charlotte...

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"Harry? Harry?" I heard my mum call as she entered the house at about 12:30.

"I'm in here mum." I replied to her from my bedroom. I've been sat in here moping ever since I had got back from the restaurant; I don't know why but seeing Charlotte with him got to me. Who was he? I've never seen him before - why was he with her? That's all I can think about, them two sat together, laughing, talking, connecting. Ugh, I don't know what I'm talking about, I mean a week ago I didn't feel anything for her, I used to bully her for gods sake! Constantly, I am reminded of her - I don't know what to do! Obviously, she prefers him. Who even is he? He doesn't go to our school, so what was he doing with Charlotte? I got changed out of my dark blue formal shirt and black trousers, which my mum made me wear to look appropriate for the occasion, and got changed into my ramones pajama top and just left my boxers on.

"Why didn't you come to the restaurant?" My mum asked confused. I couldn't tell her the real reason I didn't go; I was still upset from what had just happened - it broke my heart.

"Erm, I'm not feeling too good, I think it might be something I ate." I said to my mother as I looked at the ground. To be honest, I'm not the best liar, and I can not lie to family while looking at them; it makes me feel so guilty. It's just one of my faults, but I bet that boy can do it, I bet that boy can do every single god damn thing! The way they were just sat there toghether laughing enfuriates me, but also upsets me. Wow, I miss her. I want her. I want her to be with me, I want her in my life. Want her as my own - not his. I just want Charlotte, but I doubt her becoming mine will happen anytime soon.

"Well, sweetie, you better be feeling better by tomorrow; it's your presentation at school." My mum said picking some of my worn clothes up off the floor. I glanced at he floor and realised just how messy I'd left it. Wow it was in a bad state.

"Okay, I'm sure I'll be fine by the morning, see you tomorrow mum." I said as I climbed into my cold bed and pulled the covers round me. I'd totally forgot about the presentation evening, and it's always so boring! We are just sat for an hour, then we go up and get a reward, and then return to sitting for another hour. Sitting through all the Art, Drama, and sport awards - not fun. Unless Charlotte is going for Art or something, oh I hope she is.

No, forget that! I need to forget about her, I need to get over this...

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