You're The One

Charlotte's POV:

Had that really just happened? Had me and Harry really just kissed? No. Ugh what was happening? I mean he's the most popular boy in the school, and me well I'm just a nerd. No that couldn't of just happened.

With tears streaming down my face, I ran back home. I felt so bad for the kiss; even though neither me or Harry are dating anyone, it just shouldn't be. It just felt so right though. So magical. Like our lips were meant to be together. No. What am I saying? He's just a popular.

As I approached the tall black gates, which lead onto our driveway and then to our house, I remembered my parents were actually home for once. Great, they would be able to see the mascara marks down my face - they'd be able to tell I'd been crying. Luckily, I'd remembered to bring my key with me so I could open the gates by myself, increasing my chances of entering the household undetected

With a shaking hand, I took my house key out of my pocket and attempted to open the front door quietly. Thankfully, none of my family heard me walk through the door. I quietly slipped off my shoes and went upstairs. As I walked into my room, I locked my door; I just needed some time to myself. I went over to my bed and sat on the end of it. I couldn't bare to go anywhere else, all I could think about was mine and Harry's kiss. I mean, I actually kind of liked it, his lips were so soft, so nice to kiss. No! Wait, what am I saying? I'm just making a fool of myself, Harry probably kisses every girl he spends 5 minutes with. 'It was nothing'. I heard a noise coming from my bedside table. Someone's phone was going off, and it certainly wasn't mine. There was only one person this phone could belong to - Harry. Great. I stood just looking at the phone. It was his mum ringing, so I decided to answer it, she was probably wondering where he is or something like that.

"Hello?" I said into Harry's iPhone.

"Um... hi." I heard a voice say. It certainly wasn't a woman's voice - it was Harry's. There was an awkward silence whilst we both thought of something to say.

"Do you want me to drop this over now or tomorrow at school?" I asked Harry. I hoped he'd say at school, because then if I gave it to him with all of his friends round, we wouldn't be able to speak of the kiss...

"I can come over and get it now if you like?" Harry asked me. Dang. Definitely not the answer I wanted, but what else could I say; it was his phone after all. The phone didn't bother me, it was just having to see him, and the conversation that came with seeing him. I mean I just ran out, and left him there.

"Yeah, sure. See you soon." I said hanging up the phone. I was feeling so many emotions right now. I want to see him again, I want to kiss him again, but then at the same time I hated him, and I want to punch him.

"I'm so confused!" I whispered to myself as I walked over to my bathroom. I decided to clean my face; all the make up down my face wasn't such a great look for me. I got a flannel and wiped away at my face removing all the mascara stains that were on my cheeks. 'Much better!' I reapplied a little bit of mascara onto my eyelashes. I wanted to look good in front of Harry. Wait, no! What am I saying? Me and Harry are nothing, not even friends. I didn't have any feelings towards him. Do I? I mean that kiss we shared, it was passionate, soft, and so amazing all at once. It was everything I could've hoped for in a first kiss. But I don't know! I don't really know too much about him. He's probably kissing a different girl every 5 minutes. I could hear something from outside. Wandering over to my bedroom window, I could see Harry sauntering up the long driveway. 'I guess it's time to face the music.' I quickly slipped on my converse, and ran down the stairs, into the hallway, and then out of the front door, where I was stood face to face with Harry...

Notes

Wow, 2 chapters in one night - shall we try for a third?

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