You're Still The One

Like before, I withdrew; completely spacing out and leaving Sean and Harry glaring at each other. Their stares were so menacing that it looked as though they were mentally ripping each other apart.



“Sean, w-why are you here?” I stuttered, baffled by his presence.



He took a few seconds to reply, still giving Harry a threatening stare which didn’t frighten Harry at all.



“I came here to apologize for earlier.” He said finally taking his eyes off Harry and locking them on me. “I’m sorry, babe. I shouldn't have snapped on you like that.” I was still angry at Sean for his little outburst, but I couldn’t let Harry know that Sean and I were having problems or he might take advantage of that.



“Aren't you going to introduce us, Charlotte?” Harry asked, poking fun at name I preferred to be called. And again, with the stupid smirk.



“Harry, this is Sean, My boyfriend." I said putting extra emphasis on the word boyfriend to make it perfectly clear to him that I was in a relationship to hopefully make him feel some kind of remorse but who am I kidding? He’s a monster, he doesn’t feel anything. He continued smiling at me as I introduced him. “Sean, this is Harry, my sisters’ best friend’s son.”



Quickly, I glanced at Harry whose eyebrows were perked up.



“Surely, I am much more than just that. We were more than that.” He winked, stepping between Sean and myself to formally introduce his self. I gulped nervously as he continued on. “We weren't a couple, exactly but we were much, much more than friends...” His voice trailed off for a moment as he searched for the right words to say. “I’d say fuck pals.” He snapped his fingers, finding the words he was looking for. “Yes, old fuck pals.” Harry said slapping his arm around my shoulder like we were the best of friends.




“Harry!” I gasped, removing his arm from me. His statement was taunting to both Sean and me. If he wanted retaliation from me, he wasn't going to get it. Sean on the other hand, wouldn’t hesitate to turn my bedroom into a boxing ring.



“What the fuck is your problem?!” Sean snapped, taking several steps toward Harry and shoving him away. Harry’s body barely budged, proving to be much stronger than Sean. I think he was a little intimidated by Harry because of what happened so he turned his rage to me, someone who was proven to be weaker than he. “What is he talking about?” He asked turning to me.



After he relapsed from the light shove, Harry gripped Sean up. Roughly holding fistfuls of the material of his clothing and slammed him into one of my bedroom walls, decorated with pictures of my perished father.



“Stop, Harry!!” I demanded. I rushed over to my wall and fixed the cherished photos that Sean’s body almost destroyed. I took the photos down from my wall and clutched them tightly in my hands. Harry let him go and took several steps away from him. Sean’s hands smoothed the wrinkles that were caused because of Harry and calmed down.



“You both need to go” my weak voice pleaded. Sean was the only one who actually did what I asked, when I asked. Harry remained still in the same spot staring at me.



“Charlie. I’m so sorry.”



“Get out!” I yelled.




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I sat alone on a stool located in the back near the bar so I was isolated from the rest of Melissa’s rehearsal dinner guests because there were a lot of tarnished feelings felt for both Harry and Sean. I tried not to let my bitter state be the cause of Melissa’s unhappiness. She deserves to be happy. She’s getting married tomorrow.



Lifting my head slowly and turning to see my beautiful sister standing beside me, was probably what I needed at the moment.



“What’s wrong?” I asked her.



“Well, my little sister is sitting in the back of my party, next to an empty bottle of absolut vodka...You okay? Is this about Harry?” Melissa asked wiggling her eyebrows. Like, there was some exciting scandalous story behind my current misery.



“Please, don’t say his name like that. You sound like Mum.”



“She told me what happened today. How are you holding up? You aren’t thinking about getting trashed, are you?” she asked rubbing my back supportively, taking quick glances at the empty bottle of vodka (I had no idea it was even there, by the way).



I laughed.



“OH MY GOD. There’s a hottie staring at you.” Melissa said rather excitedly. I turned my head slightly so that I didn’t seem too eager. I rolled my eyes, when I realized the ‘hottie’ was Harry.



My heart rate increased like fifty thousand percent as he slowly walked over to where we were sat, with a smile adorning his face. As he approached, I studied him from head-to-toe inadmiration.



What the hell is wrong with me? One minute, I hate his guts. The next, I just want to devour his face. I think I may have some serious psychological issues.



“Can I have this dance?” He asked, once he was only a few inches away from me. It was just a facade he was putting on for Melissa. The same facade he puts on for the rest of the world. The only time he acts like the real ass-wipe he is, is when he’s around me.



“There’s no music playing...” I noted.



“What happened to the spontaneous Charlie I remember?”



“You didn't hear? She died.”



I watched his eyebrows perk up again; my wit obviously taking him by surprise. He, then, proceeded to do the one thing everyone seems to find so charming. He smiled. He bat his long eyelashes over his gleaming emerald eyes, flaunting his perfect dimples and then he lightly ran his tongue over his lips, making them look so irresistible.



He’s doing it again.



“Dance with him. Do it.” Melissa practically sang. She started poking me and chanting in a low voice, “do it, do it.”



“No.” I finally said.



Harry’s deep gazing stare fell on me and that’s when I was sucked in. He wins again.



“Fine.”



Harry followed behind me, until we were standing in the middle of the room drawing unnecessary attention to ourselves. He smiled at me, cheekily unbothered by the attention.



One of his large hands wrapped around my waist holding our bodies close together. I tried to avoid looking at Harry because every time I look into his eyes, I get lost. Then, I end up doing something stupid for instance, standing in the middle of a room swaying with Harry to no music. I avoided eye contact so my focus was on my really annoying mother and sister who were smiling at us and taking pictures from a distance. I shook my head and rolled my eyes before the light sound of music filled the banquet hall; a melodious mixture of string instruments.



We stopped for a second allowing our movements to flow with the music. His hands gripped my waist, holding me as close to him as humanly possible.




“I'm sorry about what I said to Sean.”



“Why would you say that to him?” I asked.



“I won’t deny, I was a little jealous.”



I found it incredibly difficult to believe his words. Why would he be jealous? To be jealous, would mean that he actually cared and his actions only showed me that he didn’t care. He probably has never cared.



“It’s alright…we were having problems long before you.” I blurted out.



Harry isn’t to be trusted with that kind of information. That was supposed to be confidential.



I foolishly looked him in his sparkly green orbs. A smile slowly crept onto his charming face as I pushed several curls to the side so I could have a better view of his eyes. He smiled so elegantly and I found myself lusting after him.



“Damn it! Stop doing that.” I snapped.



Harry’s brows furrowed into a frown giving me a questioning stare.



“Doing what?”



“Stop making me wanna kiss you!” I shouted. After the words emerged from my lips, I covered my face in shame.



Seriously, something is wrong with me.



His smile expanded wider.



God, he's so perfect.



I still hate him though. If I were in my right mind, I wouldn’t be saying this stuff.



“You want to kiss me?” he asked.



I didn’t answer him though I did.



I felt myself gravitating towards him and it was completely out of my control. There was like a magnetic pull between us. His beautiful green eyes locked on me as he leaned down slightly.



Then, out of nowhere, I was yanked on my forearm and dragged away from Harry. It wasn’t until I was cornered in, that I realized it was Sean. Sean, whose tight grasp on both my arms grew tighter as he violently slammed my back into a wall. He was fuming again. This marks the third time today he looked at me with enraged eyes.



“Let go. You're hurting me!” I screeched loudly. Trying to squirm out of his grip, but his hold on me was too tight. I was well aware that everyone attending Melissa’s dinner knew that I was in trouble.



“Were you about to kiss him?!” Sean asked his fiery eyes looked down on me. If looks had the power to kill, he would have been my murderer. He was seriously beginning to frighten me.



“Get off of me!”



Sean finally let me go, when Harry walked over to us.



I found Sean’s weakness; Harry. He was afraid of Harry. I could tell by the way he suddenly changed once Harry was around. His temper went from short and angry to gentle and understanding within seconds.



“Charlotte, can we talk?”



I didn’t want to talk to Sean. There was nothing I had to say and I no longer felt safe around him.



“Please?”



I glanced at Harry. “Will you tell Melissa and my mum that I'm sorry and that I need to go...?”



I followed Sean outside to his car. I was quiet, waiting for an apology that I never got. I climbed in the front seat of his tiny red car.



“You’re an asshole. Where the hell do you come off grabbing me like that? Who do you think you are?”



“Your boyfriend! That’s who I think I am.” He said glaring at me, as he put his key in the ignition and started the trash bucket, he calls a car. “I don't understand you. You tell me all about how this dick hurt you and then you’re all over him. What the hell, Charlotte?"



Honestly, I didn’t get that part either. I hate Harry for leaving me, but—I don’t know. I’m confused.



“You what hurts the most?” he asked taking quick glances at me as he drove down an empty street. “You lied to me about having sex with him.”



I knew Sean would try to play the victim and make me feel guilty about something that happened ages ago!



“That was before you and I started dating.” I said, pausing briefly. “And it’s not like I ask you about your sex pals that came before me.” I spat back.



He didn't reply, nor did he take glances at me anymore. I shook my head, feeling a little flustered, turning my attention out of the window to calm myself.



God, I wish I had drunk that bottle of vodka.



“I love you so much. I just get so jealous seeing you together.” He said pulling the car up right in front of my house.




Harry apologizes for being a dick because he claims he was jealous. Sean apologizes for being a dick because he claims to be jealous too...I think I may seriously be considering lesbianism.



He really did look sorry. I believe that. But, I just didn't understand why he was being so agressive with me. I won't tolerate that.



“I love you too.” I sighed.




“Prove it.”



He didn’t exactly say the words “have sex with me” but I knew that’s what he meant. I saw the way he looked at me when he said it. It’s what he wanted. This was a test to see if I would give him what he's wanted for these nine months. If I didn’t give him sex, he’d get angry all over again.



I sighed simply preparing myself for what comes next.



I reached over and pressed my lips to his and I felt nothing. Kissing Sean was like kissing a wall. There was no feeling, no meaning behind it.



He actively pressed his lips to the tender skin of my neck. I felt his teeth graze the skin, he was trying too hard to get a reaction out of me. It didn't feel right and I refused to follow through with it.



“Sean, I can’t do this. Not like this. I’m sorry.”



I couldn’t look at him. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.



“Get out.”



I couldn’t believe my ears.



“What?”



Sean reached over me, to open the car door.



“Get out!” he said a bit louder, spooking me a bit. I jumped at the sound of his thunderous voice.



If Sean loved me, why was he treating me like this? If I love him, why can’t I kiss him without wanting to puke? If I hated Harry how could he make me so weak? Maybe I’m just fooling myself



I climbed out of the car, as he demanded and I stood there as he drove off. Shortly after, Melissa and Mum had returned home too and boy was Melissa pissed at Sean.



“I could kill that kid.” Melissa said, giving him a strangling gesture as his ugly car reached the end of the street.



“Don’t say that, Mel.” Mum shushed.



“Hey, you,” Melissa said, charging over to me. “If your little boyfriend is going to behave with no manners, he can consider himself uninvited to the wedding...If I ever get married…” Melissa looked more upset than I’d ever seen her. I could tell that it was more than just Sean’s behavior that was bugging her.



“What do you mean?” I asked.



“Mark wants to push the date of the wedding back” she said.



“I’m so sorry. If there’s anything I can do, let me know.”



Melissa’s head jerked up almost instantly.



“Since you practically ruined my rehearsal dinner, can you ask Harry to sing at the wedding?” she asked.



“What?! No!”



“Please, just do it?”



I sighed, willfully whisking my phone out from my back pocket. I unlocked my phone, quickly typing his number in and calling him. His number was stored in the back of my brain where all the other useless information was stored. I put the phone to my ear and watched Melissa’s face light up with excitement. After the third ring, Harry answered.



“Harry. It’s Charlie.”



“Is it Charlie? Or is it Charlotte?” He teased.



“Seriously?”



“I’m sorry what can I do for you?”



“Can you sing at Melissa’s wedding?” I paused, waiting for a response from him.



“I will, if I can take you out tomorrow night.”



“No.”



“You owe me.? Melissa whined, gently reminding me of my debt to her for ruining her precious gathering.



"Fine, Harold. I’ll go out with you. But it’s not a date.”



“Never said it was princess.”

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