Charlotte's P.O.V

*1 month later*

Why is my arm vibrating? I groaned and searched for the shaking device. I picked it up and threw it. The sound of it smashing against my wall made me smile. I lifted the blanket over my head and sighed. Another hangover. A smooth breeze shifted the sheets on my bed. The glow of the sun from my bedroom window drifted through, making it a nice calming light. I smiled.

This has to be the best hangover I have ever had. Then again, my brain has probably just gotten used to the large amounts of alcohol I have digested over the few weeks. I rolled over and breathed in the nice smell of my sheets. They smelt like fresh washing. I guess I did wash them yesterday... I think. I lifted the covers off of me, stretching my sore muscles and jumping off of the bed. I was dressed in only my underwear and a plain black tank top. My phone began to buzz again and I glared at it. I picked it up, staring at it's cracked screen. I went to my bedroom window and chucked it out, flinging it onto the road. "Stupid fucking phone" I muttered. I scratched my head and padded into my bathroom. Brushing my teeth and washing my face.

My home phone started to scream out for me. I rolled my eyes, ignoring it. The answering machine answered it. "Hi. This is Charlotte, sorry I'm not here at the moment... but you know... just leave a message. Huh- yeah. Bye?" I snorted at my message. "Charlie. Please. Answer the phone. It's been a month. Please. I love you" Gerard's desperate voice echoed into my ears. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. There was light knocking on my front door. "Who the fuck is that?" I groaned. "CHARLOTTE?! IT'S JACOB! OPEN UP!" My brother shouted. "Hold on Jake! I'm getting changed. Try a fucking window or something!" I screamed from my room. "Wha- Fucking hell" My brother muttered. I laughed and pulled an old pair of jeans on. I pushed my hair into a ponytail and tried to clear the bottles of Jameson from my floor to under my bed.

"Are you decent?" Jake asked from the hallway. "Yes brother dearest" I smiled. "Charlotte... what are you doing?" Jake looked at me seriously when he walked into my bedroom. "I don't know what you're talking about" I shook my head and looked into my wardrobe. Finding a pretty cat jumper. "Charlie. Frank is sorry for what he did-" Jake started. "I don't care" I spat, cutting my brother off. "Ray misses you" Jake sighed. "I-I don't... I don't fucking care" I stuttered. "Mikey isn't doing so well without you" Jake continued. "I-I don't... I still don't care Jake" I slammed my cupboard shut and faced him. "Charlotte. Gerard loves you. He needs you" Jake put his hand out. "I... I-I... I don't c-care" I breathed out. Jake frowned and folded his arms over his chest. "Charlotte. Stop being so immature. Frank was worried about you. He did what anyone would do. He pulled you out because he didn't want you to turn into something you'd regret" He sat down on my bed and looked up at me.

"Something I regret? What does that mean?" I tried to argue. "You smell like alcohol. You look horrible-"

"Thanks" I scoffed. "You know what I mean" He looked at his hands. I sighed and slumped onto the bed beside him. "Don't even get me started on how Chelsea is. She's stressed out. You haven't called her in a while" Jake smiled. I rolled my eyes got up. I got the cat jumper out and placed it over my head, pulling it over my chest and flipping my hair out. The home phone rang again and I looked at my bedroom door, into the hallway. "It's probably Gerard. Answer it" Jake stood up. I didn't move. "For fucks sake Charlotte. Answer the god damn phone" He raised his voice. I blinked my eyes, tears started to build up. "Fuck this" Jake stomped out of my room. "I can't do this shit anymore" Jacob shouted. The front door opened and slammed closed.

***

I played with my pretty heart ring, the one Gerard bought me. "Charlotte. Call me. Please" Beep. Beep. Beep. The same thing, every hour. I'm such a pathetic excuse for a human. I lifted the bottle of whiskey to my mouth, pausing to hear my home phone ring once more. I took two mouthfuls and placed it onto the night stand beside my bed. I slipped off of the comfy bed. Stumbling over a bit. I tried to walk into my office, falling over a few times. I held onto the walls and found my work area. I picked the phone up. I took a deep breath and brought it to my ear. "Yello" I giggled. "Charlie?" Gerard's voice was surprised and happy at the same time. "Yep! That's my name" I smiled. "H-How are you?" He asked. "Peachy" I mumbled. "Yeah... Look. I was wondering if you'd like to come on tour with us again" Gerard chirped. I closed my eyes and felt a pinch of anger. "I don't think that's a good idea" I replied. There was silence. "If that's all you had to say... then Bye" I almost hung up. "Charlotte! Wait! Please don't hang up!" Gerard called out.

"I'm still here" I huffed. Silence again. I rolled my eyes. "Charlie... I need you" Gerard whispered. My eyes snapped open. I know that I heard it a million times over the answering machine, but it was never this emotional. "M-Mikey isn't the same without you. R-Ray won't even speak to us. F-Frank... he... Charlotte. We need you" He sounded like he was crying. I don't know where it came from. I don't know why my voice said it. But in that moment, I felt like I wanted to cut my tongue out for doing such a thing. "Too bad" My fingers pressed the 'end call' button and a heavy feeling weighed my chest down. What the fuck did I just do?

***

Silence. Nothing. No ringing noises alerted me. The beeping stopped. My room was pitch black. The only thing illuminating it was the moon and my cigarette. I know that this was bad... The drinking... the late nights. It wasn't me. I felt so disgusted with myself. I felt like I was falling into a pit of darkness.

I finished the bottle of poison beside me and laid my head back. The whirring feeling of the alcohol in my system made me smile. My iPad lit up. I flicked my cigarette, dusting the excess ashes off the tip. I unlocked my iPad and saw my Twitter pop up.

@Frankiebaby @_Hey_assbutt_ Thought you should see this. xo #missyoucharlie

I frowned. I clicked on the link and watched the video clip. I watched with clear eyes. Gerard was singing on stage, Ray was playing his guitar, Frank followed and Mikey played his bass. Only it wasn't like normal, they weren't as energetic. Gerard had his sunglasses on. He took them off and dropped them. He wiped his eyes and paused, he stopped singing. "I'm sorry guys" His voice wavered in emotion. He let go of the microphone and walked away. Ray looked after him and dropped his guitar, walking off the stage as well. Mikey looked down and shuffled after them. Frank made me gasp. He took his guitar off and flung it to the ground. He stomped off to the side of the stage. Someone began to chant something, causing the whole crowd to erupt in shouts. I couldn't hear what they were saying but it was heartbreaking.

The camera turned around and faced the recorder. "#Missyoucharlie" Was what the girl said. I dropped my iPad and rubbed my face. Fuck this.

***

"Next plane to California arrives in 20 minutes" The nice flight attendant told me. "Thanks" I smiled. I got cleaned up. I washed my hair and had a shower. I changed into clean clothes and straightened my hair. My beanie was nice and fluffy. It was snowing, should be Christmas soon... I bit my lip and looked around nervously. I should just go home. I might make it worse if I go there. Gerard is probably pissed with me. I closed my eyes, my leg was hopping up and down, a nervous habit I have. I leaned back in the blue chair the was close to the window. I watched as planes lifted off and landed on the large runway. "Mummy. When are we seeing Daddy?" A small girl asked her mother. I watched as the pretty lady knelt down to the little girl's size. "Don't worry sweet heart. It won't be too long" She cooed. I felt my face soften. I want that. I want to be a mother, to kneel down in front of my daughter and tell her that she'll be seeing her father soon. It might be cliche but I don't care. I want cliche.

"All passengers to California, please make your way to the boarding area. Plane 29 is ready for departure" The monitor next to me announced. I picked up my backpack and went to the boarding area. I clutched onto my ticket as I walked. My suitcase had already been put into the plane so I didn't have to worry about that. "Hello" The ticket lady smiled at me. "Hi" I handed her my ticket and she nodded. "Have a nice trip" She waved and I waved back. "Hmm" I mimicked while walking to me seat. I passed by random people until I found my spot. Good. Window seat. I put my backpack on my lap and looked outside. I should call my brother real quick. I turned my new mobile on and dialed his mobile number. After 3 rings it answered.

"Hello?" He asked.
"Jake! Hey! It's me Charlotte" I beamed.
"Charlotte? What are you doing?" He asked.
"Well. I took in what you said and I've decided to do something completely and totally crazy!" I grinned.
"Charlotte... What does that mean?" He sounded a little scared.
"I'm going to surprise the boys!" I waited for his reply. There was nothing. Just silence.
"Hello?" I asked, frowning.
"You should call them" Jake said after a while.
"Why?" I frowned harder.
"It's just not right for you to show up out of the blue like everything is okay" He argued.
"Well, where's the fun in that?" I pouted.
"Exactly. There is no fun. Not after your crazy addiction to alcohol" Jake said.
I gasped. Tears springing to my eyes.
"Jake. Just be fucking thankful that I made this decision. I'm seeing my friends and I'm going to fucking surprise them because I'm fucking Charlotte Holmes and I can do whatever the fuck I want" I spat.
"There's my sister" He cheered. I giggled and said good bye.

***

There it is. The bus filled with everyone I love. I glanced down at my suitcase before looking up. There were no lights on inside. The ground was white with cold snow. I shifted my trench coat and moved my scarf around tighter. My fingerless skeleton gloves were on tight and my beanie was almost glued down. I bit my freshly re-applied red lips and shook my bright silver Tiffany bracelet. I remembered to put all my jewellery on. Mikey's ring, Gerard's ring, Frank's locket and Ray's bracelet. My black and silver nail polish glittered and Gerard's favourite cat jumper was hidden underneath my coat. My boots shined and my thick black skinny jeans hugged my legs.

Hopefully everything will be okay. I walked to the bus, looking around as I did. I finally got to the door. Should I knock? Should I just walk in and sing the lion king? I closed my eyes and took a very deep and very long breath. I've been doing that a lot lately. I placed my hand on the shiny black door. Knock. Knock. Knock. Here we go Charlie. You're either signing your death warrant or making four grown men very happy. That last one sounded kind of weird.

Butterflies swarmed in my stomach. There was no loud stomping. I looked at the door for a moment. Are they out or something? I knocked on the door again. Maybe they're asleep. Just as I was turning to leave for a hotel, the door opened. "Hello?" a soft voice asked. I turned around and faced a tired looking Gerard. His eyes widened. "Ch-Charlie... You're here" His face didn't look sad, nor did it look happy. I was a little worried. I let go of my suitcase and wrapped my arms around his neck. He didn't hug me back, just kind of stood still.

I let him go and stepped back. "Uh- Hey" I rubbed my neck awkwardly. He stared at me, almost through me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and smiled nervously. "So... I'm- I guess- sorry. Hah. Yeah... You know, kind of went M.I.A for a month. L-O-L am I right?" I looked away from him and played with my thumbs. Silence. "Uh- right. So... I'll go to a hotel... I'll see you in the- uh- morning? Morning! Right! Yeah. Cool? Good. Um. Bye?" I looked up and then back at Gerard's pale face. He made a short nod. "Fucking hell" I muttered to myself. "Sorry. Bye then" I waved and walked away. "I'm such a fucking idiot" I mumbled, slapping my forehead. I felt like I forgot something. Shit. My suitcase. Hopefully he isn't still standing there. Oh. Yep, he still standing there. Great. Now I have to look like a fucking dumb ass. I jogged over to my suitcase and grabbed the handle.

"Hah! Forgot this. Their like children these suitcases, always running off- right. Yeah. Bye" I cut myself off from rambling and walked away, with my suitcase this time. Great. Now I look like an idiot. I made it to the side of the road where I started. My brother was right. I should have called. I'm so fucking stupid. I kicked my boot into the snow, a light wave of the white powder moved in front of me. I smirked and built a little hill from kicking my boot. There is a taxi. It's coming this way. Move your hand up Charlotte. Just as I did, an arm pulled me back. I looked up and gasped from the sudden touch. Then two lips found mine.

I opened my eyes wide and saw Gerard's closed ones in front of me. Gerard was kissing me... He was kissing me! I smiled and kissed him back. His arm was on my lower back his other hand was touching my face gently. I didn't even hear him behind me. He must have gone pretty freaking stealth for me not to hear. Then again I was kind of building a hill with snow. I loved the feeling of his warm lips on mine. They tasted of mint and... cinnamon? Nice. We broke apart. He placed his forehead against mine. He still didn't say anything. I looked up into his closed eyes. What's going on in there? In that little brain of his. I then glanced at his slightly red lips. Foggy air was coming out. He pushed back and smiled at me.

I raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to speak. I wouldn't care if he sang the alphabet to me, as long as he said something. "I've missed you" He whispered. I sighed in relief. Finally, he speaks. Gerard looked around, noticing the snow. "We should get inside. It's pretty cold" He smiled down at me. "Yeah" I nodded, a small smile on my lips. He grabbed my suitcase and went to the bus, I was holding his free hand as we walked. He led me up first and closed the door behind us. "Are you going to stay for the tour? Or for a few days?" He asked quietly. "The whole tour hopefully" I smiled. "Fantastic" He placed my suitcase on an empty bunk silently. He closed the curtain to the bunk area as I sat down. He sat beside me and grinned.

"Look. Gerard, I'm sorry for my behaviour. I just- I didn't know what I was doing... You know?" I asked him, grabbing both of his cold hands in my warm ones. "I understand. It's fine. I'm just glad that you're here" He looked at our entwined fingers. I looked over to the bunks. "Will they be okay with me?" I asked. His eyes met mine for a moment. "They should be fine" He swallowed a small lump in his throat. "Oh" I looked away. "At first... I thought it was normal, you know, the feeling of missing you. Then it got worse, I saw things, things about you. People said you had been drinking a lot. Your brother called me, basically begging me to come back. I was really worried about you" He sighed. I felt the tears again.

"I wasn't even addicted when you guys left me behind. I don't know why... but I felt drawn to alcohol after that" I lowered my head. The sudden urge of drinking came on. "Don't worry now. You've got me to stop you" His bright smile made me happy. He kissed my forehead and I blushed. "Are you tired?" He asked. "Hell yes!" I cheered softly. "Come on then. Let's get some sleep" He helped me up. "Oh. Uh. Shoes" I pointed down and he laughed lightly. "Here! I'm an expert at this" He started to tug on them. I held onto the booth's table as he roughly pulled my shoes off. I giggled at his frustrated face. "Fuck. You tied this suckers on tight" He cursed. I bit my lip and tried to help. "One down, two to go" He smirked.

***

I couldn't be bothered getting changed into any pyjamas, so I just went with my jumper and cute underwear. They had cats on them... Don't judge me. I slipped into Gerard's bunk, hearing the light snores of Frank, Ray and Mikey around me. I smiled and snuggled into Gerard's chest. He slid his arms around me, holding me tight. I laid my head on his chest, my legs tangling inbetween his. I lifted my head up to look at his face. His red hair was still visible in the tiny light provided in the living area. I reached up and touched it. "I like this" I smiled, twirling a strand of his hair between my fingers. His eyes glittered and his lips formed a nice grin. "Thank you. I got it done by a beautiful girl" He rubbed small circles into my back. "Oh you. Little cutie" I squinted my eyes at him. "Just saying" He shrugged. I leaned upwards and kissed him lightly.

"Good night Gerard" I sighed. "Sweet dreams" He whispered back.

Notes

Hey guys,
Here it is. I hope you liked this chapter.
I'm getting better with things lately. Emotions are out of the way right now!
Hopefully I won't break down again in front of millions of people at school.
...Anyway... So! I have started writing the new fic on High school Frank and Charlotte.
Thank you to dark-angelic for making me super happy! I love you!
Also, thank you to everyone that has been keeping up with this story.
I honestly didn't think that this story would go as far as it has and I want to thank everyone for reading.

Bye! xo

P.S.
Charlotte's outfit