You're Still The One

All day, I’ve been texting and calling Sean. I only wanted to tell him that I was going out with Harry tonight but he didn’t care enough to respond and surprisingly, I didn’t care enough to get upset..


Then, I realized that it was getting dangerously close to the time Harry asked that I be ready for our little outing. Truthfully, I wasn’t all that excited about going out with Harry. Yes, I did miss him and yes, he was looking better than ever. But, that’s just it. I’m afraid that he looks so incredibly good and I miss him so incredibly much that I won’t be able to control myself around him and then get hurt all over again.



Quickly, I threw on some dark jeans and a Beatles t-shirt but Mum shook her head in disapproval. She barged in the room just seconds after I was fully dressed, a frown plastered on her face.



“Harry’s taking you to a club. You need to wear something a bit more hip.” she suggested standing at the post of the door.




‘Hip’? ...Right, that's old people talk for ‘cool’



It’s funny, if Sean had asked my mother’s permission to take me to a club, she would have dropped a few swear words to him. However, with Harry, my mum was more than willing to let me go to a club with him. And hey, if Harry wanted to drag me off to hell, I’m sure Mum would be ok with that too all because of her undying love for this one particular boy.



I sighed in defeat.



“Fine, I’ll change.”



Mum smiled before leaving me alone. I closed my bedroom door for privacy and explored my closet. There weren’t many options. My closet mainly consisted of jeans, vintage t-shirts, and jumpers. Nothing good enough to wear to a club and I know that I don’t necessarily like Harry, but I do want to look nice.


I pouted, giving up on the idea of looking nice until my eyes stumbled upon a little black dress way in the back. The dress was a reasonable length. It’s hem ending just a little above my knees. It was a nice form-fitting dress that hugged my body in all the right places. It enhanced everything from boobs to bum without making me look like a prostitute.



“So what if I have a boyfriend. Tonight I don’t.” I said aloud, trying very hard to be sensual and seductive.



Oh my God, Charlie, you sound like a slut.



"Charlotte!! Harry's here!" Mum gushed. Her loud shrieks startled me and made my insanely nervous. Frantic, I round around my now clean room searching for things that weren’t needed just to kill time.



Shit, my hair and make-up. I didn’t have time to actually do it. So, I brushed it a few times and let my bronze colored waves drape over my shoulders and as for make-up, I just put some eyeliner and mascara on, hoping that was fine.



I was taking one final glance in the mirror, before my mum came crashing in the room.



“Holy mother of God,” she said in astonishment. “Harry is going to love you!” she winked.



“Stop. I have a boyfriend, remember?” I reminded.



“Let’s hope you remember that you have a boyfriend.



Mum walked me downstairs, where Harry was sat on the couch. Curls tousled, he wore dark trousers and a white t-shirt under a black blazer. Tonight will definitely be a challenging night for me especially, the way Harry’s looking.



“Woah,” he said with wide eyes. He licked his lips slowly and enticingly.



“Hello to you too, Mr. Styles,” I said coming off a little stand-offish.



“Let’s go.”



He so eagerly grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the door, waving goodbye to my mum. He led me to his black, luxurious Range Rover.



The ride was somewhat awkward and uncomfortable, awkward because of the quietness, uncomfortable because I wasn’t quite happy with my choice of underwear.



“So, uh, you look great. I mean beautiful. You look beautiful.” He said getting all choked up. He cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence. Was I making him nervous?



“You don't look so bad yourself.” I admitted.



Then the silence fell again. He then reached over to the radio and turned it on to lighten the mood.



“Where exactly are we going?”



His eyes met mine for just a second, before he quickly focused them back to the road and then he smiled.



“Club Insomnia.”



“What?!” I gushed, smiling wide. My heart began racing at the thought of hanging out at this particular club. “We’ve wanted to go there since we were like six!”




I giggled at that thought; a couple of six year olds wanting to go to a club. Ha!




I remember it like it was yesterday...Melissa and the delinquents she called her friends hung out there all night long (Hence the name, Club Insomnia). I always wanted to go with her.




From outside, it looked so exciting. Big bright neon signs, the music could be heard from blocks away. I could only imagine how much fun it would be on the inside and I dreamed of what it would be like the day I finally got to go inside.



I cried for like hours straight when Melissa told me I was too young to go in with her. I gave her every reason in the world why she should let me party with her. I even promised that I wouldn’t tell Mum that she was going there but she stuck to her guns and gave me a solid no.



Harry’s twelve year old self was just as alluring as he is today. He held my hand as he and I watched from the backseat of Melissa’s car as Melissa and her friends walked through the club’s entrance. If my mum or Harry’s mum knew that Melissa neglected the two of us to party with her friends, she’s be grounded to this day but I’m not the type of sister to tell. I remember sobbing like a spoiled little brat because I couldn’t go in.



Harry squeezed my hand gently and told me to stop crying. Then, he promised me that one day, when we were older he would bring me here. And fourteen years later, here we are.



“You’ve probably been here before, right?” He quickly assumed, tearing me away from my memorable flashback.



“Actually, I haven’t.”



Plenty of times, I was invited here, by Sean and his friends but I turned them down every time because I was patiently awaiting the day Harry would return and bring me here, like he promised. And here it is. That day is finally here.



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Never in a million years would I have guessed that I would be grinding on Harry Styles in Club Insomnia. The beat picked up as the climax of this jumpy song occurred and I moved my hips harder against his. I don’t know why I was doing this, maybe it had something to do with the fact that I had just washed down five or six or seven drinks. I don't know who was counting my drinks? Because I certainly was not.



For the first time, in a long time, I was having fun. I was laughing and dancing and I didn’t have a care in the world.



After the song went off, we quickly found our way back to our small table in the back.



“Was this a part of your plan, Harold? To get me drunk?” I giggled taking a really humongous bite of a burrito that was almost the size of my head. It was not-so lady like but I couldn’t care less what Harry thought of me right now.



Harry chuckled then playfully muttered, “Am I that obvious?”



Then a loud burst of cheers came from a table not too far from where Harry and I sat. A group of familiar teenagers were sat at the loud table. Teenagers I once called my friends.




“Charlie.” Harry said trying to get my attention. But I couldn’t stop staring at them. There was something that stood out to me. Maybe it had something to with my boyfriend making out with my ex-best friend, Caitlin.



I watched in horror as I saw my boyfriend locking lips with her. Harry turned his gaze, where mine was. I stood from the table taking a quick swig of my fruity alcoholic beverage. I winced at the burning sensation, as the drink went down. I was preparing to march up to their little table before Harry grabbed my wrist, hindering me from doing so.



“You’re drunk.”



“Let go of me.” I hissed, snatching my arm away.



He did as I asked and I waltzed right up to Sean and Caitlin.



“Do you guys ever come up for air?” I asked cheekily. The looks on their faces were is what hurt most. I thought seeing my boyfriend make out with someone else was the worst but, the part that really sucked more, is that neither of them looked sorry that I caught them.



“Carry on.” I said quietly, before beginning my walk of shame back to my own table with Harry. When I got back at the table, I ordered way too many drinks and I drank them. Don't judge me. I deserved it and you know it.



“You’ve had quite a few drinks.” Harry tisked.



“Shut up.” I said and he did.



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I woke up feeling really hot.



“Good morning,” whispered a deep, raspy voice.



I woke up feeling an excessive amount of heat sheltering me. I opened my eyes quickly only to close them again. The curtains were drawn and the sun’s light made it nearly impossible for me to open my eyes without them burning.



“Rise and shine.”



I opened my eyes slowly, only to see Harry, also known as the source of the heat.


He was lying next to me, his arms wrapped protectively around my waist, my body clung to his and when I realized this, I was sure to separate from him almost instantly. I sat up a bit too quick, stirring a miniature earthquake in my head. Well, that’s what it felt like, at least.



I wasn’t in my own room.



Why am I waking up in Harry’s room, cuddled up next to him? Better question, why am I half dressed? And why is Harry topless? Wait, why can’t I remember anything from last night?



“Harry?” I said, before I started to panic. “What did we do?”



“You don’t remember?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.



“If I remembered I wouldn't be asking, you wanker.”



He continued smiling at me with a cheeky grin. “You were upset and I made you feel better.”



What the hell happened last night?

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