*Charli POV*
I woke up and reached for my phone. At some point during the night I must have turned it off, not wanting to see any messages that he may send.
I looked up at the clock and saw that it was after five in the afternoon. I quickly rolled over and nudged Harry gently.
"Whaaaat," he whined. "I don't want to get up yet, mum."
"Harold, I'm not your mother," I sat up, looking down at him.
His eyes opened and he looked up, embarrassment spreading across his face. "Oh, um. Sorry Charli."
"It's after five. Don't you have a show tonight?"
"Yes, but I'm not going."
"Harry, you have to go."
"I don't, and I won't be. You can't make me."
"No, but maybe one of the guys can."
"No one can. I'm staying here, we're going back to sleep, end of story," he groaned. A hand came up and pulled me back down to the bed, as he quickly wrapped his arms back around me.
I shut my eyes and hoped that sleep would take over me. I laid silently as I listened to the sound of our breathing.
A buzzing noise distracted me, and I poked his arm, "Harry, what is that?"
He groaned and reached around to the table on the other side of the bed and grabbed his phone. "It's just Louis calling. Sorry, I'll shut it off."
"No, answer him."
"We're sleeping."
"I don't care, sleep can wait. Answer it."
He let out a loud groan before swiping his finger across the screen and pressing the device against his ear, "Hey boobear."
I couldn't help but let out a giggle when he called him that.
"Yeah, I'm sleeping. No. No, I'm not coming tonight."
"Harry, yes you are."
He gave me a stern look and continued his conversation, "Look Louis, I'm not coming. I'm sorry. I have plans tonight and it doesn't include performing."
"Harry..."
"Lou, one minute," he pulled the phone away from his ear and pressed mute. "Charli, I don't want to go tonight, because I won't be able to contain my anger towards that fucking asshole. I don't want to do something I'm going to regret, and I know if I go, that something's going to happen. Please, just drop it."
"Harry..." I met his gaze. His eyes were a darker shade of forest green, frustration clouding the usual brightness. I felt extremely bad that I caused this problem with him, but I never asked him to be a part of it. "What if I go with you? I'll wait in the car, and then when you're done we can leave."
He looked thoughtful for a minute, before sighing. "I don't want to be around him."
"Neither do I, but please don't let this ruin what you've got with the band."
He rolled his eyes, causing me to smack him. "Whatever."
"Put him on speaker, I want to say hi."
"Fine," he groaned and pressed speaker, and took the call off mute. "Hey Lou, sorry."
"That's okay mate. Listen, I really think you should come tonight. I don't know why you're not up for it, but it would be great if you came out."
"See, that's what I said. Just go, Hazzy."
"Is that Charli? Hey Charli!"
"Hi Lou," I softly laughed at his excitement. "How are you?"
"Good! Please tell me you can convince Hazza to come tonight. I don't know why he's being a bugger about it."
If only you knew Louis, you wouldn't be begging him to go.
"I did. He's going to come, but he wants to leave as soon as it's over."
"Hey, you can stop talking about me, I'm right here!" Harry looked at me with a playful frown. "Boo, I'm going to come for half eight, and leave as soon as we're done. I don't want to be there, and I'm not going to force myself to be there if I don't have to. I made a promise to you guys and I'll stick to that. But that's it."
I couldn't help but smile as I listened to him speak. I shouldn't be feeling happy in light of everything, but its just being around him does something to my mood.
"That's ace! Charli, you're the best!" his chuckle was heard, and the fumbling of his phone before he spoke again. "Hey, I never got to see you last night. I'll see you tonight, yeah?"
"No, I'm going to be busy tonight. Sorry Lou!"
"So you left before saying hi last night, and I don't get to see you tonight either? Lame."
"Lou, she's not going to change her mind. Just drop it."
"So touchy, Mr. Styles. Calm down, yeah mate?" There was some chatter in the background, before a different voice took over.
"Harry?"
"You have some nerve, what do you want Zayn?"
"Whatever she told you is a lie. Just keep that in mind."
"I highly doubt that."
"She was always making up lies, this is no different."
"With the look on her face last night, I can guarantee you that she's not lying to me."
"That's all she did. She was jealous of me being friends with other girls, and always thought something was going on with them."
"Shut the fuck up!" I bellowed into the phone. "You're such a fucking liar, Zayn. You're a liar!"
"Charli?"
"No, she's the fucking Queen of England you dick."
"What are you doing with Harry?"
"I don't have to fucking answer to you anymore. Go fuck yourself," I snatched the phone out of Harry's hand and ended the call. I began sobbing again "What a fucking asshole! I can't believe he said that. He said he loved me. It was all a lie."
"Hey, don't cry. I love you, you know that," Harry sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. A smile flickered on my face before completely disappearing. "Charli, I don't believe you're lying. You seemed too upset over it. Why would you lie about that?"
"I'm not," I groaned. His phone started buzzing in my hand and Louis' face popped up on the screen. "You can answer it, I'm not dealing with the douche again."
He swiped across the screen and pressed speakerphone before talking, "Hello?"
"Hazza mate, why'd the call get disconnected?"
It was Lou. Thank God.
"I hung it up."
"Why? Zayn said he wanted to talk to you about tonight."
"I don't want to talk to him. You should be lucky I'm coming tonight at all, actually."
"Why? What happened? You two have a big falling out?"
"You could call it that," Harry sighed, and placed the phone between us on a pillow. His arm went back around me and I let out a sigh. "What time is it Lou?"
"Half six, why?"
"I didn't want to roll over and check the time," Harry laughed.
"Harry, there's a clock on your phone you donut," I poked a finger in his dimple, which made him laugh louder.
"Charli, stop!"
"What are you two doing over there?"
"She fucking poked a finger in my dimple mate."
"Why the hell would she do that?"
"To be honest, I don't know," I shrugged and buried my face in his chest.
"Listen, I'm going to have to get going Lou. I need to have a shower still. I haven't gotten out of bed all day."
"Why have you been in bed all day?"
"I'm exhausted, because-"
I pulled back and looked up at him, mouthing a 'no' to him.
"I was up all night, I couldn't get to sleep."
"Way to go, Mate! Charli, you minx. What about Zayn?"
"Lou, what the hell are you talking about?"
"I uh, what? Just that uh- you're dating Zayn. Harry shouldn't be- no. Um, I'll let you go, Hazza."
"Wait, what?" the two of us spoke in unison.
"Sorry, I'm losing my signal. See you at half eight mate! Hey that rhymed!" And with that, the line went dead.
"What was that about?"
"I think he's thinking we..." he trailed off as he grabbed his phone and rolled over.
"What? No!" I gasped.
"Hey, can I have a shower here?"
"Yeah, go ahead," I laughed lightly, sitting myself up. "You know where everything is."
"Can I charge my phone too? It's almost dead."
"Yeah, give me it," he passed the device over and I reached for my cable to plug it in. "I'm going to go make something to eat. I'll bring some food up here for you."
"Thanks," he smiled. "You're okay, yeah?"
I nodded as he stood from the bed and walked towards the bathroom. I got up and walked into the closet, not really wanting to wear the same thing again.
I pulled out a pair of black leggings and a red plaid shirt with the word London sprawled across the chest. I quickly changed into the clothing, and grabbed a pair of black Nike trainers and carried them down the stairs with me and set them by the door.
I walked into the kitchen to be met by Gramps. "Hey, pumpkin. How's it going?"
I shrugged and walked over to the pantry. I grabbed two boxes of macaroni cheese, and placed them on the counter.
I knelt down and grabbed a pot out of the bottom drawer, and filled it with water. I placed it on the stove and waited for it to come to a boil.
"I heard you crying last night, is everything okay?" he gently asked, standing up from his seat at the island and walking around to me. I met his gaze and broke down. He quickly enveloped me in a bear hug as I began sobbing. "Charli, dear. What's wrong? What happened?"
"I- I broke up with Zayn."
"Oh. Why dear?"
"I- I caught him ch-cheating on me."
"You what?" he asked gently. "Did you say cheating?"
I nodded and hugged him tighter. "I don't know why he would do this to me."
"Charli, he was a fool to break your trust. If he was willing to break your heart, he never deserved it in the first place."
"I don't know what I did to make him do this, Gramps."
"He's a male, and sometimes when things rent going the way they want, they decide to branch out. He branched out in the complete wrong direction. He took the idiots way out, and if I'm allowed to be honest, I never liked him in the first place."
"Why does everyone keep telling me that they never liked him?"
"Who else has told you, dear?"
"Harry did. He said he got a weird feeling from him when they first met, and it's never gone away."
"I know what he's talking about. I felt that way, but pushed it to the back of my mind because he made you happy."
"Why is this just coming out now? Why did you feel like you needed to hide it from me? I thought you liked him."
"Sometimes we do stupid things to show that we care about people."
I looked down to see the water was boiling so I detached myself from his embrace, and grabbed the boxes of pasta. I emptied the contents into the water and watched it continue to bubble.
"I'm sorry if this makes you upset, dear. I just wanted you to be happy."
"No, I'm not upset. I'm just disappointed that you felt you couldn't tell me."
"I'm sorry. If I could take it back and tell you, I would. I apologize with all of my heart. I am truly sorry I did that."
"It's fine," I threw him a fake smile, and continued on with my cooking.
A few minutes later, I grabbed a water strainer from the cupboard and emptied the pot into it. I poured it back in and emptied the cheese packets into it, adding some milk and butter.
I emptied the pot contents into two bowls, placed a spoon in each bowl, and grabbed a package of crackers for Harry. I put everything on a tray and head back upstairs.
My bedroom door was ajar so I nudged it open, to see Harry standing on my balcony wrapped in only a towel.
I set the tray on my bed and crept over to the balcony. He left the doors open, so it made it easier to sneak up on him. I stood right behind him and wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his back.
"Hi, love," he laughed and turned himself around. "You have food for me?"
"Is that all you want me for? Food?"
"Pretty much," he chuckled. He placed a kiss on the top of my head before pushing me back into the bedroom. "Let's eat. I'm hungry."
I followed him over to the bed and plopped down beside him.
"Macaroni cheese? You're my favourite," he smiled and grabbed a bowl of pasta. His eyes lit up when he saw the crackers, "And you remembered! I love pasta cracker sandwiches!"
"Yeah, how can you forget something so strange?"
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Authors Note:
So... Yeah. Zayn is a dick.
This is a short chapter, I apologize about that. It's pretty much a filler. 😔 Sorry it's crap. I'm actually in the middle of writing chapter 38 right now, so I have lots to come from this story!
Also... Have you ever made macaroni sandwiches? They're delicious. - I prefer white cheddar and macaroni, versus orange cheddar. What do you like?
As always... please comment and vote! ❤️