When I woke up that morning, I decided that I would follow Rachael's advice and go back home, where I belonged. If Rob was there-which he was bound to be-I would just have to keep out of his way, because I wanted to make it as easy as possible for him.

And the truth was; I didn't really want to speak to him too, not at the minute. Because it was hard for me too at the minute, and I was sure that it always would be hard when it came to him. I would never move on from him again, I knew that much.

I walked into the house as quietly as possible, and was welcomed to my name being spoken in the living room. I opened the door, and silently walked in; listening as carefully as I could to what they were saying.

''Well after last night I hope he has a hangover; it will only serve him right.'' I heard Tasha say, which made me confused. Why was she being so mean for? I mean it had been me to cause all the trouble, not him.

Poor Rob was the one who had every right to be upset after all, after everything that happened last night. But nevertheless, I kept quiet, and listened to what they were saying about it.

''He had every right to be upset about it Tasha. Maybe getting drunk was what he needed, you know, take his mind off of her.'' I heard Kellan reply back to her. So he got drunk last night, which was fair enough.

''Well it's not going to make it any better is it? I know that alcohol is a help at the time, but really…it doesn't solve anything.'' I heard Rachael agree with Tasha. I smiled a little bit, but then I was more focused on whether Rob was alright then.

''Yeah well…'' Kellan trailed off. ''I just hope he's willing to deal with it today.'' He added, which was exactly what I was thinking. I'd hate to see him so upset after last night, though I knew that he probably was.

I cleared my throat then, and revealed my presence as I shut the door loudly behind me. I just hoped that Rob wasn't in the living room, because I couldn't bear to see him right now; it wasn't fair on either of us.

''Is that…Charlie?'' Rachael asked confused. I heard footsteps and then Rachael herself was walking out of the living room. Her eyes were wide as she spotted me, as though I had been gone for months again.

I smiled at her shyly, because I was so unsure of her reaction towards my entrance back, but she just grinned at me, delighted. ''Charlie!'' She shouted in delight, and she ran up to me, and hugged me to her.

I laughed in response, delighted with her reaction. She pulled away to look at me carefully; a small smile still on her lips.

''We are so going to have to get drunk tonight, have a big celebration for you being back.'' She suggested, making me roll my eyes in response. It really was as though I had been gone for three months.

There was still Rob to consider though, and I doubted that he wanted to celebrate my arrival back home, which really was fair enough. Why should he want to celebrate me having the cheek to come back home, when I should have been staying away.

''Rachael, I don't think that's a very good idea.'' I warned her because it really wasn't considering Rob. She watched me confused for a long moment.

''Why not?'' She asked me confused.

I rolled my eyes in response at the fact that she still hadn't thought about how my moving back in would affect poor Rob.

''There's still Rob to think about, isn't there?'' I reminded her but it only seemed to confuse her even more.

''Yeah and he'll be okay after you explain to him about everything. He'll take you back straight away, I know he will Charlie.'' Shit, she actually thought that I was here to sort things out with Rob, but I wasn't; I was being chicken.

I was being chicken, and denying the fact that I still had a lot to talk to him about and sort out. I was a waste of time, I knew that.

''Rachael; I'm not here to make up with Rob.'' I spelled it out for her, and watched as her eyes widened in shock, as she took that all in.

''Oh,'' she said glumly. She nodded, and forced a smile, though I felt guilty now. But she pulled me through the living room door then.

''Never mind; we'll just get drunk tonight anyway; Rob will definitely want to get steaming with us.'' Rachael grinned at me. I watched as Rachael went over to Jackson, and sat on his lap, and looked back to the sofa where Tasha and Kellan were sat.

I smiled awkwardly at everyone, and they all smiled back at me. I felt that same sickening guilt in the pit of my stomach, and I so badly wanted it to go away. I sat down on the floor because there was no more room for me, and watched the others.

There was a short silence for a few minutes before Rachael turned on the television for us to see some reality program. She playfully started to argue with Kellan about something with the program going on, like how she always would do normally.

I watched and smiled as they all got on with things that they would normally do, and once again I felt as though I was a little out of the crowd. It wasn't their fault, it was mine, but it was just like I felt there was no place for me here anymore…not without Rob.

My guilt instantly doubled over as soon as I had thought like that, because it was my fault in the first place. I had broken up with him, and I didn't have any right to think of him like that, I knew that, but…I couldn't stop myself.

And then just as things started to get a little less awkward again…he was walking through the living room door. I was preparing myself for this moment, to see him again, but I wasn't exactly prepared for the emotions hitting me as he came into view.

He looked perfect today; like an absolute angel. He wore light denim jeans, with a very fitted, black, V-neck top, and his hair was its usual-self; in that perfect windswept mess that made his style his very own.

The stubble on his chin was growing more and more opponent each day, and it only made him look even more beautiful. I stared at him, unable to stop myself, because I couldn't bear to look away from his beauty.

As his grey eyes found mine; they widened in shock, but instantly dropped again. His forehead creased as he ran his right hand through his messy hair. He took a seat on the floor, miles away from me, and I forced myself to look away too.

''So are you going to be getting drunk tonight again Rob?'' Kellan asked him to break the silence. He grinned at Rob, and when I looked back to Rob, he was starting to blush, and run a hand through the top of his hair again.

He smiled sheepishly at Kellan, and quickly ducked his head down again. ''Urm…hell yeah.'' He replied shyly, making Kellan laugh.

''Good answer,'' Rachael grinned at him, making him duck his head further. I got up then, forcing myself to look away again, and helped Rachael getting the bottles of alcohol out. I took a bottle of WKD from her then, which made her laugh.

''Are you getting drunk tonight then too Darling?'' She asked me happily. I laughed in response, opening the bottle ready.

''Hell yeah,'' I replied; laughing with her, before downing a quarter of the WKD bottle, which made her laugh further.

We made a punch then, with blue and red WKD, some vodka, and Tasha's lambrini wine, that she liked. I ignored Rob's gaze that I could feel on me, as I drank back two large shots of the punch quickly.

It would be wrong if I looked back at him, because I would be giving him the total wrong idea after dumping him, and that wasn't fair on him. I would just have to live with my decision for breaking up with him.

And not just that, but also because I couldn't bear to look at him either. I was hurting too, and just being in the same room as him made my heart ache for him. I started drinking more and more of the punch, more than anyone else even.

I had had about ten shots of the punch now, and I was finally starting to get steaming from all of the alcohol. Rob was sat on the sofa now with Tasha and Kellan, and I moved away after pulling my eleventh shot, because he was already there, pulling some more in his own glass.

I was so in the mood to just get so pissed tonight, and the more I drank, the more I got hyper and pissed. I started to feel the warmth of the alcohol rush up to my cheeks; giving me that drunk, blushing glow.

''God, I feel pissed already.'' I admitted laughing. I went over to Rachael, where she was dancing in the middle of the room, and danced around alongside her, laughing and joking as we strut our stuff to buttons; the usual song that she sang to Jackson.

He was watching her, laughing and joking around, as he went to sit on the sofa, while we carried on dancing drunkenly, and trying not to fall over too. I was so fucking steaming now, and I could tell that I was just gone.

Rob was getting drunk too, along with Kellan, Tasha and Jackson. Kirsty was at Aston's house with him, but it was a shame that they were missing out on this. It was a bloody good party we had going on here.

Eventually we were all up dancing without a care, all as pissed as each other, and just having a good time. I sat back down on the sofa then, because I felt too hot, and I was practically sweating as it was. I watched and laughed as they all danced around drunkenly.

Rob stumbled over to the sofa, and I watched him as his shaking hands pulled himself a glass of the punch. He sat down on the sofa, still away from me, and drank back the punch in one lot. He put his glass back on the side then, and got out a cigarette, walking towards the back garden.

I waited until he had had hi cigarette until I went out and had mine, and then I went up to bed. Rob had already agreed-without asking me-that he was staying downstairs, and that I could have his bed, even though I tried to tell him that it wasn't necessary. He had just ignored me though.

I was upset about this, but of course he had every reason to. It had been my fault, and I felt so guilty about my reasons for dumping him now. But it was too late, and I would just have to face up to what I had done.

***

When I woke up the next morning, I had a bit of a hangover but nothing too hardcore, thank god. The last thing I wanted was a massive hangover when I had things to do and think about. So I was glad when I woke up and everything appeared okay from last night's drinking.

I had a shower, and put on a dress with pretty floral patterns on it. The straps were blue, and I slipped on some blue, flat shoes to go with the dress, leaving my hair to dry as I prepared myself to go downstairs.

I walked downstairs and peered around the living room to see that nobody was in there, but as I looked back to the kitchen, I saw that only Rob in the kitchen. He was sat at the kitchen table, eating some toast silently.

I walked into the kitchen hesitantly, and looked at what he was wearing like I would do any normal morning. He had on a plain, white vest underneath a red and striped shirt, which was undone. He wore black trousers and black shoes to match.

I couldn't help but just stare at him, taking in his amazing beauty. He was so beautiful, and even through his white shirt, I could see just how perfect his chest muscles were. I automatically looked away guiltily, and walked-head down-to the fridge to get my breakfast.

I got out a toffee yogurt and walked outside, and sat on the bench, away from Rob. I didn't think that it would be a very good idea to sit with him at breakfast, not the way that I was feeling right now anyway.

However, Rob came walking out, with his cigarette in hand. I sighed in response, and put my finished yogurt pot in the bin besides the sofa. Rob sat down opposite me on one of the small chairs, and started to smoke his cigarette in silence.

I wasn't sure if I could carry on being here, like this, at this house, with him, if all he was going to do was follow me about, and not talk to me. I knew that he was following me, because he knew that the smoking seating was on the other bench, and not over here.

''Are you going to the premiere tonight?'' he asked me casually, which made me confused. Why would I go anywhere near the premiere after we had broken up. I wouldn't be able to be that close to him, like that.

''No, why would I?'' I asked him back after clearing my throat awkwardly. I looked away from him then, because his beauty was causing me too much pain, admittedly.

He shrugged and turned away too. I sighed heavily, and walked to the back door, because there was just no point of carrying on this if all I was going to get simple questions, and annoying shrugs off of him.

This was my fault, and I could understand full well about him not wanting to talk to me, because I couldn't bear to talk to him either; it caused me too much pain to be going back to being just his friend; I was an idiot for dumping him.

''I was just wondering…if you was going with Girls or not.'' He called out just before I was about to walk into the house. I was going to cry, I could feel the tears starting to burn my eyes already, and I was going to cry hard…again.

''Well I'm not, so…you can tell me all about it tomorrow if you want.'' I hated it to sound as sarcastic as it did, because I didn't mean it too, but I couldn't help it either. I was far too angry and upset with myself to stay here.

I ran up the stairs, and past Tasha in the hallway. ''Are you alright Charlie?'' She asked me, as the tears finally started, but I ignored her, and ran into my bedroom, where I let myself cry properly. I had nobody to blame besides myself.

When I was ready to go back downstairs a while later, everyone was in the living room ready for the premiere…besides Rob. I smiled apologetically at everyone as I went and sat on the floor, as the sofa was packed again.

Everyone looked so pretty in their dresses and suits, and I kinda felt a little bit sad about not being able to go too. But it was for the best, and I knew that; I had no right to go there, not when me and Rob were over.

''I take it that you're still not going to the premiere then?'' Rachael asked, sighing at me. I shook my head, still wallowing about my idiocy in dumping him. I shouldn't have done what I thought was right as proven yet again.

''Oh get up Charlie; I'm not staying here, in this house with you two hardly saying two words to each other.'' She groaned. My head darted up and watched her confused, as she pulled me up from the floor. What was she talking about?

She shook her head in response to my confusion, and pulled me out of the living room, after grinning at Kellan and Tasha sneakily. I let her pull me up the stairs-still confused-and pull me into her bedroom.

She sat me on the bed, where she began to explain her useless plan. Useless, because I was no way going to be able to win Rob back over with this idea; especially not after everything that had happened between us.

''Right, now listen to me Charlie.'' She demanded, shaking me by the shoulders a little bit. ''Rob loves you, even after how you dumped him, he loves you; and more than anything else in this world.'' I was just about to ask her how she knew that for sure, but she cut in, before I had the chance.

''And don't ask me how I know Charlie, because it is completely obvious in the way he looks at you, for god sake!'' She shouted at me, as a huge lump of joy got stuck in my throat. I shouldn't feel glad, but I bloody well did.

''And you are beautiful Charlie, and tonight; you will be going to that premiere, and you will be dressed in a nice new dress that I have brought especially for you, and if you don't; I really will be pissed off with you.'' She shouted at me, making me smile just a little bit.

''I am fed-up of you two sitting there, not talking to each other, and trying to get drunk to forget about it. You will be going back out with him, because he won't be able to take his hands off you after I've finished with you!'' She warned me, which made me smile a little more.

She smiled back at me, and pulled me to the bathroom, with some towels. ''Get in the shower, wash your hair, and I'll do the rest.'' She told me, and I nodded my head, before getting into the bathroom, like she asked.

When I was done with my shower, she already had the hair dryer in hand, and she dried my hair quickly. After she was finished, she got busy with my hair; getting out curlers and strengtheners, but I couldn't see what it looked like, as there was no mirror.

I trusted her too much though, so there was no need to worry, because she was brilliant with makeovers. She did my make-up too, and pushed me to a long mirror, hanging up on the wall, so that I could see myself.

''Well?'' She asked me, as I took me in, in the mirror. Wow, was all I could think to myself. My hair was straightened, with curled parts at different parts of the hair, and it was styled really neatly and perfectly.

My dress looked absolutely amazing on me. It was a blue denim style dress, a dark blue dress, and something that I wouldn't normally go for, if I had seen it myself. I had a black, sleeved cardigan with me, in-case it got too cold, and matching black heels.

''Rachael, I love it!'' I exclaimed delighted, hugging her, and making her laugh. She pulled away then, and grinned at me.

''I knew you would; of course.''

I rolled my eyes, just happy that this idea might stand a chance. ''Let's go then,'' I suggested which made her laugh.

I followed the Guys out of the house, and into the limo, ready to face him. I started to feel nervous what with the paparazzi going to be there, but I wasn't going to talk to him before we went inside. I would talk to him after.

I ignored Michael, who had to be there, after his 'limo wasn't there' because all I wanted to be worrying about was Rob. He was my main concern, and he always would be. I loved him, I hated Michael.

I just hoped that it would work, because despite all the pain and anger that I had rightfully caused; I loved him, so much so, and I knew for a fact that I loved him more than my own life. I always had done, even when I was just a silly fan.

I would always feel that way, and I just hoped that Rob would be able to forgive me for my stupid mistakes that I had made. I so badly needed him to, wanted him to, because if I didn't have him, then…nothing else mattered.

We pulled up at the front of the red carpet, and all I could see was two lines of flashing paparazzi people, crazy fan girls, the red carpet, and…oh, Rob himself. He was stood on the red carpet, looking as though he had just got out of his limo.

He had on a smart black suit, with a smart suit and trousers to match, and a smart, white shirt on. But yet again, it was the hair that I couldn't take my eyes off. He'd been running his hands through his air again, that much was obvious.

He turned round then, prepared himself to greet his fans, bless him. He looked so nervous as he began to sign the fans pictures and stuff, but he was wearing that perfect premiere smile as he did, making me so proud of him.

I saw Lauren then, and she eagerly walked towards Rob-swaying her hips as she did-and I watched confused as she gave him her perfect, flirty smile. What did she think she was doing? She knew that he had been going out with me!

I saw them start to talk, but I couldn't see his face. However the nervous feelings in my stomach only worsened when I saw her using her flirty look with him. So she was flirting, and I guessed that Rob was definitely flirting back with her.

I mean-I had faith in him-but this was Lauren. He was once in love with her, and she was so pretty. I couldn't blame anyone who accepted her advances and charm.

And everyone must have had a pretty good idea about what was going on, because they all looked back to me, to see my expression carefully.

''Yeah they're supposed to be back together.'' Michael confirmed smugly as he saw how upset I was about this.

I took a deep breath, and nodded in response. If he was happy now then of course I wouldn't be getting in his way. He deserved to move on after how things had ended between us; he deserved to be happy, so happy.

''Rob wouldn't do that.'' Rachael disagreed with him, shaking her head in response. She was right, but what if we were over? He would have every right to move on from we after I treated him so awfully. I didn't deserve him.

''They look really happy and everything too-''

''-Shut the fuck up Michael!'' I yelled at him angrily, shutting him up. He glared at me, before getting out of the limo with Annie.

I was furious-with myself mostly-for being too late to make up with him. The Girls all smiled at me apologetically in response.

''Girls…I think I'm going to go home.'' I admitted, making them shocked. But I had to get out of here right now.

''But I've dressed you up and everything-''

''I know Rachael, and I'm so sorry, but I have to go home.'' I told her, looking at her. She nodded and sighed.

''Okay then, but Rob is so getting it.'' She said before, walking out with Jackson, before I could stop her. I sighed unhappily, as Tasha gently tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

''I hope he's not…really I do.'' Tasha repeated the words I was thinking in my head. I just nodded in response.

''I don't think he is Charlie, if that helps.'' She warned me, before getting out of the limo with Kellan behind her.

But of course it didn't help at all, because I was sure that he was back with Lauren; and who could blame him either? I had nothing going compared to her, she was so pretty, and I had no chance against her.

I asked the driver to go back to the house, without another look round at Rob and Lauren, because I couldn't.

But as soon as we were away from the premiere, I couldn't stop myself. I had been so stupid to think that he would just take me back like that, because it had been my fault in the first place.

I stayed inside as soon as I got to the house; not able to change into my night clothes again. The door went then, and I listened carefully for who it was.

''Charlie!'' I sighed heavily as I heard Rob's voice ring through the house. I watched as he came rushing through the living room door, sitting beside me on the sofa. I moved further away from him, because I knew what he was going to do.

His face was begging for me to listen to him, and get me to hear him out and I of course would hear him out, as long as it meant that he wasn't with Lauren. I was too jealous to want to hear about that, I knew that.

''I'm sorry…I could only get away from the premiere now…you look beautiful.'' He complimented me; making me blush in response. Damn him and his reactions on me, because he could always get me blushing.

''I heard what Michael told you; Rachael told me.'' He spelled it out for me. ''Well…she had a go at me actually.'' He admitted sheepishly. I looked up at him shocked, to see that he was telling the truth too.

''Oh my god…I'm so sorry.'' I apologized; because I really felt the need to. It all seemed like it was my fault, and I truly felt like it was.

''It's fine…she made me see sense, truthfully. Because I can't keep ignoring you…it's been torturing me.'' He added, making me feel even guiltier. He was so sweet and lovely, and I truly loved him so much.

''Me and Lauren will never get back together Charlie, that is definitely staying in the past…like you and Michael.'' He admitted honestly, as I tried to hold back my smile.

''I know…I really do…I just felt as though I needed to get out of there.'' I admitted, and he nodded his understanding.

''I know, but…I don't want to carry on like this…I love you more than anything Charlie, and I can't bear to be apart from you anymore.'' He admitted honestly, sweetly, and I smiled, because neither could I.

I absolutely loved him, and I was fed-up of trying to doing the right thing, because I could bear to be away from him anymore.

''I love you too and I'm sorry for finishing us. I never wanted to…I thought it was for the best but it wasn't.'' I spelled it out for him.

''I can't be without you Charlie.'' He spelled it out for me sweetly. My heart swelled in response to his words, my breathing speeding. He smiled and finally leaned closer to me, asking permission with his eyes.

I leaned closer to him-telling him what I wanted-as his face moved inches away from my face. He slowly started to lower his face to mine, and my eyes closed in excitement to what was about to happen.

However laughter filled the house, interrupting us, and Rachael was coming through the living room door after we had pulled away. I pretended to smile, and said my quick excuses to get away and upstairs to think about what just happened.

Rob had pulled away from me before I did, so…did that mean we were together again? I wasn't too sure on that question, and neither was I very bothered about it. Because he had admitted that he loved me again, and that was more than enough to make me happy again.

***