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You're Still The One

Chapter 1

I slumped on the couch, carelessly flipping through bridal catalogs, fantasizing about my own dream wedding and listening to my mum rant on about my sister's wedding to someone on the phone.



“Ooh, mum! I think I found something!” I yelled, leaping from the couch and running to kitchen. Obviously, a tad too excited. Mum was sat at the table an excited grin played on her facial expression. My eager smile vanished when I saw her hold her index finger to her mouth, signaling me to be quiet. I squeezed my lips together and filled my previous position on the couch again, leaving the catalog open on the coffee table, so it would be easy to find again.



“Oh my...” Mum said, sounding intrigued. “I'll see you tomorrow, right? Of course you can bring him. I'm sure he and Charlie would be more than excited to finally see each other after so long.” Mum sang happily.



My curiosity rose as I sat up from the couch and re-entered the kitchen. I tilted my head slightly, trying to figure out who she could possibly be talking to and who I would be excited to see.



“Thanks again, Anne. See you tomorrow. Bye now.” Mum said, smiling wide as she hung up her phone. “What is it that you were saying, sweetie?”



“Who was that on the phone?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow and completely disregarding her question to me.



“Do you remember Anne? Harry's mum. Melissa sent the both of them an invitation to the wedding.” The excited tone in her voice rang. “Harry’s even taking a small break from his tour to come to the wedding. Isn't that the sweetest?”



“I guess.”



“Charlie.” my mother warned.



“My name is Charlotte. You, of all people should know that, mother. Not Charlie, Charlotte.” I corrected.



Charlie was the bloody awful name that Harry gave me, when we were kids. Once Harry started calling me Charlie, everyone else started calling me Charlie as well. I hate it.



My mum cleared her throat before speaking.




“Charlotte, this is Melissa's wedding and if she wants Harry there, you just have to deal with it.”



It aggravated me deeply that she blew me off. Like, my words went in one ear and right out the other. Like, what I had to say about it didn’t matter. Then, again, no one ever really takes me seriously. Everyone seems to think that I’m jealous of Harry’s success. When in actuality, I’m quite happy for him. Just not happy about the way he went about it. He hurt me, deep.



See, Harry knew that I loved him (I made sure to tell him). So, one night he and I were just hanging out, playing truth-or-dare, when our dared kiss escalated to heated passion in which I lost my virginity to him and in the heat of the moment, loving words were expressed to him. I told him I loved him and from then on, he never spoke another word to me.



“I don't understand. The two of you were so close…” Mum interrupted tearing me away from my thoughts.



“Things change. People change.”



Melissa, my sister was still close friends with Anne and between the two of them they were left under the impression that Harry and I were still friends. Neither Harry nor I ever told them otherwise.



Just as Mum was about to continue with this never ending lecture, Melissa walked in with tons of bags. Bags full of things for the wedding, I assume.



“Melissa, I don't want Harry at the wedding.”



She reacted just as I thought she would. Not taking me seriously, she laughed.



“Please, Charlie. I've had a long day. I’m tired and I've already sent invitations out. There's not really much I can do, now.” She said, exasperated. She flopped down on the couch, taking her shoes off.



I sighed and decided to go off into my room and talk to the one person in the world who would take me seriously; my boyfriend.



Sloppily sprawling my body across the bed I managed to find my phone under the cluttered mess of magazines that took up most of my bed.



Once my phone was in my hands, I unlocked it.




Two unread text messages.




From: Sean


Good Mornin beautiful. Do I get to see you today?





I rolled over onto my back, smiling like a weirdo. My boyfriend, I gushed.



I dropped my phone on my face, when I read the other text.




From: Unknown Number


I look forward to seeing you. I know you miss me ;)





Harry.



Though, Harry's number was deleted from my phone long ago, I could never forget his number. It was permanently ingrained to my brain mainly because it’s been the same number for the past six years. I’d call him every day until one day, out of the clear blue he decides that he doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore.



Jerk move.



Struggling to contain a gag, I deleted his message.

Notes

I hope that you like it and please do tell me what you think! x

Comments

@LittleGreenEyes thanks for reading. I'll be working on one as soon as I get some free time

Ariii_S Ariii_S
5/20/15

Please please please update!! This is getting so interesting!!

@Marry_ me_ harry
Ahh! I'm glad you like it! X

Ariii_S Ariii_S
4/29/15

OH MY GOSH I LOVE THIS!

OH MY GOSH I LOVE THIS!