Charlotte looked beautiful, as per usual, but there was something unreal about the way that she looked straddling his waist, in one of his shirts. She was smiling at him in a way that convinced him that she was his angel. He was laying back on his bed, and she was steadily leaning towards him. Henry felt a blush creep on to his cheeks as she came within inches of his face.
"I love you, Hen. I love only you." She whispered to him, peppering his face with gentle kisses. Henry felt himself smile up at her, and his heart fluttered at her words.
"Really, you love me? No one else?"
"Yeah, Henry. Who else could there be?" Charlotte said, looking at him like he was stupid. Henry didn't care. He just needed to hear it from her. He pulled her head down to kiss her, but that's when she pushed him away. She jumped off of him with a look of pure horror on her face, and that's when Henry realized that the shirt she was wearing wasn't his. It was someone else's. Henry reached for her hand anyway, just wanting her back next to him. Charlotte recoiled away from him like his touch would burn her. Suddenly, there were tears streaming down her face, and she was screaming at him.
"Get away from me! Don't touch me!"
"Char-"
"Stop it! Just stop!"
"But I thought you loved me?"
"I thought you were someone else..."
Henry jerked straight up on his couch, in his room, where he had fallen asleep. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, sweat was dripping down his back, and his breath was coming out raggedy. Charlotte's screams were ringing in his ears, and her words were playing on repeat in his head.
"I thought you were someone else..." He put his hands over his face and grunted into them loudly, hoping that the noise would distract him. It didn't. Henry couldn't take it anymore. He searched around the couch, which was littered with empty chocolate and root beer bottles, fudge wrappers, empty chip bags, and various pictures of Charlotte, for his cellphone. He found it underneath a recent picture of him and Charlotte. He cringed when he saw it. It was his favorite picture of the two of them. Henry had pulled her into his lap at some restaurant, and she had wrapped her arms around his neck and was looking at him with a cute shocked expression. He flicked the picture off of the couch with more force than was necessary, and it joined the arsenal of pictures on the floor. Henry scrolled through his music library, looking for a song that wouldn't remind him of Charlotte, but it was no use. Everything reminded him of Charlotte. He ended up putting on some Coldplay because at least, they understood how he felt.
It had been two days since Charlotte had told him that she didn't love him, and Henry was a mess. He had pretty much refused to leave his room, and the only time that he did was to take Piper to and from school and to buy more junk food. (He refused to cook or be anywhere near the kitchen.)
Piper had no clue what had happened, but she knew it was something bad because Henry hadn't argued with her for the past two days. He didn't even flinch when she told him that she was going out with Peter. He just muttered a 'have a good time' before bringing a bottle of chocolate sauce up to his lips. Piper would never, ever admit that she lov-cared about her brother, but she was pretty concerned. Especially when she heard him start to play Coldplay, in the middle of the day, loudly. Piper put her phone down, and she walked over to the guest room from her bedroom. She wasn't sure why Charlotte hadn't shut this down already, but she was going to find out. She ripped open the door to find Charlotte curled around a pillow, tears streaming down her face. Piper stood there in shock when she realized that Charlotte was crying. Piper held back a string of curses. Charlotte never cried.
"Charlotte, are you crying?" Charlotte seemed startled, and she looked at Piper in shock.
"P-Piper! Psh, no. I just had something in my eye." Piper didn't believe that for a second.
"Yeah… sure. Why haven't you fixed Henry yet? He's been acting all weird and depressed for the last two days…" Piper watched as Charlotte's expression morphed into one of intense guilt.
"I can't. He doesn't want to talk to me." Piper scoffed.
"What are you talking about? You guys are best friends. He always wants to talk to you."
"You don't understand, Piper. I hurt him. He's not just going to forgive me." Piper glared at Charlotte from her place in the doorway. Her arms crossed across her chest.
"I don't care what you did. You're gonna go fix it. Now."
"I can't, okay?" Charlotte said sharply, meeting Piper's glare with one of her own. Just as Piper was about to open her mouth, Charlotte felt her phone buzz. Her stomach dropped as she saw who the text message was from: Taylor.
Oh, go talk to him. Rub salt into the wound.
–Taylor
Taylor was pushing Charlotte to the edge. She could feel her fear and concern start to get obliterated by the flaming, hot, rage that was burning inside of her. She didn't like being played. Charlotte had done exactly what he had said, but he had the audacity to ask her for more. Henry was hurting so much that Piper, who pretty much only cared about herself, was concerned. Charlotte was done. She was sick and tired of Taylor's threats. She had been living in fear and living in guilt for the past two days, but she wasn't going to do it now. If Taylor wanted her to talk to Henry, that's exactly what she would do, but definitely not how he wanted her to.
Charlotte threw her phone across the room, causing Piper to jump in her spot in the doorway.
"Dude, what was that for?!" Piper screeched. Charlotte ignored her.
"I'll go talk to Henry." She threw her covers off of her bed and stormed past Piper. She took a deep breath before knocking loudly.
"Go away." Henry croaked out. Well, she tried to be polite. She tried the knob, and it was unlocked, typical Hart behavior. She opened the door slowly, and she was bombarded with the strange scent of sugar and salt that can only be caused by junk food. She cringed as she saw Henry laying in the midst of a pile of junk food wrappers and soda bottles.
"I thought that I said to go aw-" Henry sat up straight with a blush creeping on his chest, causing a root beer bottle to crash on the floor all over the pictures of Charlotte. His eyes bulged out of his head in embarrassment, and Charlotte blushed once she saw the pictures of herself on the floor. They stared at each other for a second, but Henry tore his eyes away from her.
"What are you doing in here? Shouldn't you be with someone that you actually love?" Henry said, bitterly. Charlotte winced as she walked into his room, closing the door behind her.
"Your room is a mess." Henry scoffed, raising his eyebrows.
"Why do you think that is?" Henry said, sarcastically.
"Because you're a slob?" Charlotte said, trying to crack a joke. The comment seemed to make Henry even madder. He got up off of his couch and stormed down the steps.
"Or maybe because the girl that I'm in love with kissed me and led me on while being in love with someone else." Henry said, his emotions spiraling out of control. She had hurt him in a way that words could never begin to describe, and she thought that she could just waltz in his room and tease him about being a slob?
"Henry, I'm sorry, and I know that's not enough." Charlotte said, and she meant it.
"Of course it isn't enough! I told you that I loved you, and you threw it in my face. Then, you come waltzing in here, like you didn't just break my heart." Henry put his hands through his hair so roughly that Charlotte was concerned that he was going to pull it out.
"What do they have that I don't? Why don't you love me?" Henry said, moving closer towards her. Charlotte's heart beat loudly in her chest as he moved closer. He looked terrible in a chocolate stained red shirt, uncombed hair, and a pair of plaid boxers. Yet, all she could think about was his chocolate covered lips on hers. For the first time in her life, she told logic and sense to go to hell. She and Henry would figure something out. They would get through this because they were Henry and Charlotte. She moved closer not caring about the consequences, and before she could second guess herself, she let the words fall out of her mouth.
"Nothing. I love you." Henry stared at her incredulously.
"What?"
"I love you. I'm in love with you. I don't want to be friends either. That kiss meant everything to me. In fact, I want you to kiss me right now." Henry's jaw dropped in confusion, and Charlotte moved even closer to him. She pulled him down towards her by his dirty shirt.
"There is no one that I love more than you, and there never will be. No matter what."
Henry stared at her with eyes as big as saucers.
"… What?" Henry said again, but this time his voice was thick with different emotions. Charlotte gripped his shirt tighter, pulling Henry even closer to her. Their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still, even the music in the background stopped. Charlotte's heart pounded frantically in her chest, and the hand holding Henry's shirt shook slightly, but she needed him to hear what she was saying. She was determined for him to understand, even just a little bit.
"I said," She titled her head slightly, bringing her face within centimeters of his own. Charlotte watched with desire pumping through her body as Henry's brown eyes turned into almost inky black, pools of darkness.
"There is no one that I love more than you, Henry, and there never will be. No matter wha-" Charlotte was cut off by Henry crashing his lips against hers. Charlotte's eyes fluttered closed while Henry's hands cupped her face. Charlotte wanted to say that the kiss was sweet, but it wasn't. They were both hurt, broken, and searching for solace in each other. Charlotte wasn't sure if she would ever get to kiss him again, and Henry wasn't sure that this was real. Charlotte sucked at Henry's bottom lip, and he opened his mouth to give her entrance. They kissed each other with so much passion that it made Charlotte dizzy. Henry's tongue moved frantically against hers, and Henry moved his hands away from her face, to hoist her legs around his waist. Charlotte released her grip on his shirt and put her hands through his dirty blonde hair. Neither of them was willing to tolerate a centimeter of space between their bodies.
When they broke apart for air, Charlotte felt like crying. She didn't know how much she had truly missed him until that moment. The physical space between them felt like it hurt, and in that moment, all she cared about was getting closer to Henry. She stared into Henry's lust filled eyes, and she swore that he was thinking the same thing. He walked them over to his bed, but Charlotte felt his body freeze a foot away from his bed. Henry suddenly dropped Charlotte on her feet. He backed away from her quickly with wild eyes. Charlotte's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion.
"Hen, what's wro-" Henry pointed an angry, accusing finger in her direction.
"You don't love me! You lied to me. I cried over you for two days. I couldn't even sleep on my bed because it still smells like you. You let me suffer for two days for a lie. You didn't even check up on me! How can you say that you love me?! How can you even consider yourself my friend?" Henry growled out, hurt and pain leaking from his body. Charlotte froze in shock. The words coming out of Henry's mouth felt like acid being thrown at her chest. Tears sprang up in her eyes, and she couldn't even think of anything to say in response.
'Cause you really hurt me…
The words of the song hit them both like a ton of bricks, and Charlotte desperately wished that he had turned it off earlier.
"Coldplay really does understand how I feel." Henry muttered, and Charlotte felt her soul being torn out of her chest, as he put on a mask of indifference.
"I think that it would be best if you left. I agree with what you said two days ago. You coming here was a mistake." Henry said in a monotone voice, and he looked at her in the eyes with no sign of remorse or regret.
"Henry, please don't do this…" Charlotte said, moving closer to him, but he shook his head at her. His demeanor was stone cold, and she knew then that he meant it. He wanted her gone.
"I'll ask Jasper if you can stay at his house for a little while."
"Henr-"
"Goodbye, Charlotte." Charlotte ran out of Henry's room back to the guest room. She started packing up her stuff, but she froze when she saw her phone lying on the floor. She took a deep breath to try to steady herself. After she closed her eyes and took a big breath, she picked up her phone to see that she had one text notification.
Tsk. Tsk. Charlotte. You risked it all for nothing, and now, you have to pay the consequences. ;)
-Taylor
Charlotte didn't know that she was crying until she saw the drops of water on her phone screen.
Author's Note:
I know what you're thinking:"... Lizlen, I hate you. Also! You lied to me." Haha, so sorry guys, but also, I'm kinda not sorry? I'm literally sitting here with a half-grin, half-grimace? I've never actually written a song fic before, but the song that goes with this chapter (The Coldplay song that they were listening to) is: Princess of China ft. Rihanna. It's kinda old, but it's one of my favorites. This chapter is dedicated to ArdenThayer because: OMG, they are literally the most helpful person like ever. (*digital hugs*) XP I luv you! They helped me write one of the scenes, so this is probably one of my best chapters. (If you're wondering why I say literally all of the time, it's because I'm literally Chris from Parks & Rec. Except I never go outside because I'm a vampire.) By the way, I know that no one cares, but I survived yesterday, and my team is going to district! Also, feel free to tell me how much you hate Taylor! I love that you hate Taylor. XD Btw, if you've given me a request, I will most likely be doing it. I haven't decided what my next one-shot will be because I have like 7 going right now, but I owe you guys some fluff. So, some time this week probably one will be up.
-Lizlen