Rob POV

-Found Out

I watched Charlie on the dance floor furiously. I knew what she was doing, she was making it so obvious with the way that she kept glancing over here. She knew exactly what she was doing; drunk or not.

I felt Tom's eyes on my face as I stared over at Charlie; still furious with her flirting with another Guy. She had dumped me, and I was overwhelmingly jealous. And that wasn't the only thing that was worrying me.

It was like history repeating itself. Charlie was getting drunk again, just like the last time we went out. And we all knew what happened the last time that we went out clubbing, and it wasn't exactly what I wanted happening again; ever.

''She's a big Girl, Rob. She can look after herself.'' Tom told me, still watching me staring at her. He was wrong though; yeah, she was an Adult now, but she didn't have a clue what she was doing.

She never did when she had been drinking. She couldn't control her drinking, especially not when she was upset or angry about something. That was always when she got totally wasted on alcohol; and tonight was no exception unfortunately.

''No, she cant; look at her. Whenever she's upset about something, she always gets wasted.'' I replied, slightly annoyed. Annoyed, because whenever she went out, she always thought about number one.

Herself.

''She wasn't upset; she was fine tonight, I thought.'' Tom replied confused. I sighed heavily in response because I had forgotten once again that he didn't know about what was going on with me and Charlie.

I had just stepped myself right into that one.

''She was upset with me.'' I replied, downing my bottle of beer as I attempted to look away from her. I knew that I wouldn't last less than a minute; both for worry and the fact that I just couldn't seem to take my eyes off of her.

''Oh dear; what did you now?'' Tom asked jokingly. If he only knew.

''Nothing, just…we just had a silly argument, that's all.'' I replied casually, trying to play it down. I didn't want him finding out about us yet, especially not like this. I had wanted him to find out on better terms.

''Well…if its upsetting you as much as its upsetting her, go and speak to her. Its no good, sitting here sulking.'' He was right. I nodded in agreement, looking back over to Charlie again out of habit.

The Guy she was dancing with, had his arms around her waist; pressing her closer to him. I jumped up from my seat then, before I could stop myself. I couldn't stand to watch it carrying on anymore.

''What do you think you're doing?'' I asked this Guy in shock. I'd seen sleaze's like him around before, one had tried it on with my friend the last time. I didn't care if Charlie would be mad with me; I was worried about her.

Charlie looked up in shock, looking round at me and frowning at me angrily. I walked over to them, just as the shouting started.

''What do you think you're doing more like! This has got nothing to do with you!'' Charlie shouted at me. I sighed in response, trying to see past her furious expression. It seemed that she really enjoyed worrying me, like how she was doing.

''I want you to leave my friend alone. I've seen sleaze's like you about before!'' I warned him, glaring at this Guy angrily. He huffed at me in response, smirking at me so that Charlie wouldn't see.

He kissed the top of Charlie's forehead, making me even more furious. Especially because Charlie was just stood there, letting it all happen. She didn't seem to remember the last time she was drunk at a club.

I did; it haunted me every minute of every day. It haunted me when I looked at her and watched her doing this to herself. It haunted me at every second of every day, because I blamed myself for it.

''What did I just tell you?'' I demanded, trying to get past Charlie to push this Guy away from her. I didn't like the closeness of these two, not after the last time. I knew all too well about what could happen if I left these two alone.

But for all of my helping, I got a push back from Charlie in response. My eyes widened in shock, looking to Charlie in confusion.

''I'm having a fucking good time; why cant you just leave me to have a good time!'' She shouted at me furiously. and I could tell by the furious red streaks leaking their way up her face that she was very furious with me.

''There's having a good time, and then there's taking it too far.'' I warned her; my voice soft as I tried to warn her. I knew that I would get nothing back from her though, not when she was like this.

And I was right.

She rolled her eyes at me, her temper rising as she shouted at me more furiously. ''JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! JUST GO AWAY AND LET ME HAVE SOME FUN FOR ONCE! YOU'VE MADE IT FUCKING OBVIOUS ABOUT HOW YOU FEEL TONIGHT!''

I sighed in response, trying to take that in the best that I could. She was right, I knew she was; she was upset about me not telling Tom and although she had every single right to be, I didn't want her to be this upset.

''I'm just worried about you Charlie. And you know that I feel the same. I love you just as much as I always did.'' I told her because it was the truth. She should know that all too well by now, surely.

And yet, the silly, oversensitive Girl didn't seem to understand just how much I loved the Girl! She was crazy; she never understood!

But as her face cracked; revealing the pain behind her drunken past due to my choice in shoving our relationship aside, keeping it a secret; I knew I had made a breakthrough in getting close to her again.

I smiled and pressed my hand to her cheek; feeling her soft skin underneath my fingers. It was good to see that her dancer had gone. Good.

She opened her mouth to say something, before her eyes rolled back. My arms darted out as her body fell beneath her in time, and I picked her up into my arms; my heart racing in panic about what was wrong with her.

''What's wrong with Charlie?'' Tom asked in shock as I walked out of the club hurriedly. It was too hot in here; maybe if she got some air, she would be alright then. I hoped that she would be, anyway.

''I think she's fainted.'' I replied, walking out of the club. There was a bench for us to sit on, opposite the club. I walked across hurriedly, knowing Tom was following right behind me. Good, I needed his help.

He helped me sit Charlie back on the bench, and I let the cool air get to her; hoping that she would wake up. I checked her pulse, and I was right in bringing her outside. It was racing, her forehead burning hot.

I tried to cool her down by placing the ice cold water bottle on her forehead, what Tom had brought for me to use. One thing that I always had to get over with Charlie was the fact that she was always panicking me.

I couldn't get used to it.

Slowly, Charlie's eyes started to flutter open, catching my attention automatically as hoped raced through me…

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