lust // h.s.

Strangers

So in the last month Charlotte and Niall began to date okay, I feel that I kinda need to speed up the story. xx

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I didn't feel anything.

I just didn't anymore.

And I felt awful about it, because Niall put himself out there for me.

I was just depressed about everything.

"You okay princess?" He asks, I nod putting on a small smile.

He smiles back and kisses my lips gently.

"Get a fucking room." Harry hisses, with his arm around Taylor.

I was still a bit scared of him after that night.

But the worst thing is I still thought about him all the time.

I never would look at him though, because I knew it would just break me down.

"Let's go upstairs Lottie." I nod, following him through the door and up the stairs.

We get into Niall's room and I crawl into bed beside him. It was only 10 pm, but I was exhausted.

Niall wraps his gentle arms around my waist and pulls me into him.

He always liked to sleep like this.

With my head in his chest, his arms around me, his chin on my head, and our feet tangled.

He was just a romantic guy, and I loved that about him.

But truthfully.

I wasn't feeling anything at all.

And I'm not sure if he was, I knew how much he missed Demi. And they were perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

I was starting to doubt if I was made to be in relationships.

I was interrupted by Niall's sudden snore.

Aww.

He was already asleep.

Watching him breath slowly, I felt myself myself getting tired.

Trying to fight the sleep, I figured I couldn't and finally let sleep take me.

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My eyes suddenly fly open.

Wide open.

Ugh.

I hated when this happened, I would suddenly wake up incredibly thirsty.

And that was how I felt now.

I rubbed my eyes tiredly and inched out of Niall's arms.

Crawling out of bed, I walked to the bathroom, smoothed out my shirt and sweats then adjusted my messy bun.

I flicked off the bathroom light and walked out of the room and down the stairs.

Darkness engulfed the entire downstairs.

As I got into the kitchen I flicked on the light and got a glass from the cabinet filling it up at the sink.

I took a massive gulp and felt the water rush down my throat.

The water immediately moistened my dry throat, and it felt oh so good-

"Charlotte?"

Holy shit.

I fly around seeing Harry in the doorway.

"You scared the living shit out of me." I mumble, looking towards the ground.

He approaches me slowly, and grabs a glass filling it with water.

"Do you. Uhm. Want to go outside with me?" He asks in the deep raspy, morning voice that just made me melt.

I nod, biting my lip.

He starts for the back door and I follow like a puppy.

We get outback in the glassed in porch, and take a seat on a wooden swing.

I was nervous.

Really nervous.

How could people go from being in- dare I say it, love to total strangers in a month?

I really didn't know the answer.

All I knew is that he looked stunning.

His shirt was off revealing his chiseled muscles, and his hair was messy.

His lips looked so kissable, and I just wanted his hands to do what ever he wanted with me.

Wait.

What in the actual hell was I thinking?

"I'm sorry."

"What?" I ask.

"Do I really have to say it again?" He snaps.

I look down at my lap. "No."

He brings his fingers to my chin, and gently tilts my face up to him.

I can feel myself trembling at his touch.

I was so vulnerable around him, because he knew he could do anything he wanted to me.

"Don't- don't be scared of me." He whispers.

I still can't look him in the eye, and he can tell.

"Just look at me Char."

I gulp back some fear and look him in the eye.

I felt like I had shit my stomach, it was that much of a drop.

Like going on a roller coaster times a million.

I had so many butterflies it wasn't even funny.

As I felt him look into mine, I saw him.

I saw Harry.

The Harry that I fell for.

I didn't know how long he would be there, but I knew that he was in this very moment.

"I'm sorry." He whispers again.

"Do you forgive me?" He asks, caressing my cheek softly.

"I can forgive you Harry, but I can't forget."

He closes his eyes, and I take that chance to pull away.

Silence takes over, and not the good kind.

"How's Niall?" He hisses.

"Calm down Harry." I murmer. "I asked a simple question Charlotte." He spits.

"Great, how's Taylor?" I ask harshly.

I see the guilt take over him about how he snaps so suddenly.

"I'm sorry."

"What's wrong with you?" I ask, avoiding the 'sorry'.

I watch him as he thinks of what to say, or how to explain what he's going to say.

"I'm on.. medicine."