Left Behind

Harry's pov

I had two arms wrapped around me. It was probably a fan. I tried to turn around and hug her back. but instead of that, I was picked up and dragged towards a minivan. was I seriously being kidnapped. You couldn't mean this.

I tried getting out of his grip, but I couldn't. I heard a girly giggle, and was confused. a girl could never be this strong. the van was shut closed and I was left alone without any light.
the car ride was short and it quickly stopped. closer to my death I guess. I sighed and closed my eyes. someone had to find me, and then I would be free. but if I would still be alive by then, that's just the question.

the same person got me out the same way, and I couldn't see his or hers face properly. he dragged me into a house and I looked around for pictures or anything.

and strange enough I found them hanging on the walls. this surely wasn't a professional. I looked at the pictures. I smiled at one, it was a boy hanging on a girls shoulder. the girl looked sweet, and the boy looked kind of like me for some reason. maybe it was my cousin who would want to prank me. but who was that girl.

I looked at the other pictures. many of the same girl again, some with the little boy again. and how longer I stared at them, we looked so much alike. and the girl, I had a feeling I knew her. but it was a small feeling, and probably I was just hit on the head or something. a reason why the drive had taken such a short time.

I was placed into a kitchen and now I could see the boy. he had a big smile on his face and looked at me. he quickly got out his phone and dialed a number. he started to talk into it, but it didn't look like an conversation.

I wasn't keen on leaving either, I wanted to know who that girl was. I wanted to know, like you know a word, but you just can't say it, and it's so frustrating.

the boy came back, still with the smile on his face. it was time to speak I decided.
"who is the girl and the boy in al those pictures?" I asked him, he looked at me with curious eyes, but soon got over it as he gave an answer.

"that's my sister Charlie, and those boys, I have no idea. when I asked her about it she looked really sad. but no worries, I let you free soon enough. just stay here for a while." A crazy fan I see.

"I'm sorry but I really need to go." I knew who she was. I was so stupid, how didn't I recognize her, it was so obvious. and no way that boy looked a lot like me, he was in fact little me.

"please stay." I shook my head 'no' and he looked really sad. but I had to go to rehearsal.

"Charlie is coming." those words made me stop. she was coming. I would be reunited with her again.

"fine I'll stay." I said. I couldn't let her escape. no matter how long I had to wait, I would wait for her and it would be all worth it.

"why are you so interested in my sister?" the boy who I still don't know asked. strange Charlie never talked about him like that.

"I think she looks beautifully." I spoke with all honestly. she was beautiful. the boy burst out laughing.

"that are childhood pictures, and she looks horrible on them. on one she didn't have her front teeth, and one she had cake al over her face. she isn't that beautiful in those pictures. so tell me harry, please tell me the truth." he got me.

I opened my mouth to speak, but the door burst open. there walked in a beautiful girl. she had brown locks and big brown eyes. she looked beautiful. she's probably his girlfriend, otherwise maybe I would make a move.

"Mark!" she screamed, she looked furious. she looked me up and down, but the frown on her face didn't disappear, it only got bigger.

"what." he held up his hands in a defense way. he looked at her with two big blue eyes, which made me think of Niall.

"why did you take me here, specially when this scumbag is her right now." she motioned to me. what did I do to her. maybe her boyfriend was to busy fanboying or something.

"I don't want to ruin your relationship, but where do I come in here?" I asked, only for self defense. the boy started laughing, but the girl only got madder. but I didn't seem like she was mad at the boy, but at me.

"you, how do you even dare to come here, and then to think.. to think that you were someone I cared about." I was a bit confused at her words. what was she talking about.
"what do you mean?" I asked, her eyes softened, but still held an cold glare hidden behind them. a small smirk found is way on her face.

"you don't even know me? and then to think you maybe, just maybe cared about me. for once I thought about it. but no, the fame got to your head. you don't even remember your best friend, I cried months about you, even years after I last saw you I still could just burst out crying." she was angry, really really angry. but I had no idea what she was talking about.

"you fans, shouldn't make things up." I said. then tears sprung in her eyes, and she punched me, yes punched me. not slapped me, no her fist came right at my cheek and hit it.

"ow." I said as I held my hand on my cheek.

"charlie." The boy scowled at her. Charlie, o my gosh.

I can't just have mistaken that. I should have known it was her, the same eyes, the same strength. I'm so stupid, I can't be stupider. she meant so much to me, yet I can't truly see it's her. I know what I have done, she must feel so miserable. I'm such a jerk, how could I not see , I can't be more stupider. I feel so stupid, I really am a jerk.

"Charlie I'm sorry." I quickly got towards her, and hugged her. I smelled her sent, and loved it. I missed her.

"get away jerk." she stomped my feet, and I let her go. I bit my lip to not scream out in pain. she still has the same strength.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know, you've chanced so much. I'm sorry, I thought you were his girlfriend." she looked at me, and shot glares at me. if looks could kill, I would be buried five feet under the ground by now.

"you're not sorry, you're selfish, just like the others, but you probably didn't hear from me did ya' well I didn't hear much from you either, at least I tried. but I didn't got my closure. So I just think it's fair that you don't get one either, now get out of my house." she screamed the last part. and al her words broke me, because deep inside I knew it was my fault.

"this is my house, actually. and you could stay as long as you want actually." her brother spoke quietly. Charlie just rolled her eyes.

"please let me make it up to you." I pleaded. she means to much for me to let her go.

"harry, you already had your second chance." she frowned, and walked out the door. I quickly followed her of course, no thoughts of me letting her go.

"wait!" I screamed. but she disappeared in the mass of humans. I lost her, again. I couldn't bare it. I broke down on the ground and started sobbing, I lost her again. how many times was I going to lose her agian, maybe there was a chance of me being with her once again.

"are you alright?" I looked up and saw her brother. the only bit of hope I had left.

"Please help me."

Notes

the end of The Where We Are Tour makes me cry