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Mr.Brightside

[Charlie's POV]

I chose to go talk to Henry. Clearly there was something that made him this angry. Even I wasn't this angry at Angel. Before I walked up the stairs I helped Angel get up, I told him to take a seat on the couch so I can help him later.

I walk up the stairs and went to Henry's room. I came face to face with his door. I wanted to knock, but I hesitated. 'What if he yells at me? What if he just wants to be alone? Am I being too nosey? Maybe he'd want to talk to Y/N or Alastor?' I suddenly thought.  I was scared, but there was something telling me that I needed to knock. So I did. There was a pause. 1 second passed. 2 seconds passed. Then 3 seconds passed. Before 4 seconds passed, Henry spoke up, "Who is it?" he barely spoke up. "It's me, Charlie... Can I come in?" A few seconds later he responded with, "Fine"

I heard the door unlock and I stepped in and looked around his room, making sure to close the door behind me so Henry can keep his privacy. His bedroom was 1960's style. With posters of singers and actors. It had pastel blue wallpaper with a tan carpet for a floor. His bed was big, about king size. He had two small dressers on each side of his bed. The one to my left a lamp and glass of water. The other one simply had a book. 

I sat down on Henry's bed and looked at him sympathetically. "So..." I started, he glanced at me. "Why are you taking what Angel did so seriously?" Henry sighed and replied with, "He pulled a dick move. As someone who takes loyalty seriously, I was pissed. You're in a struggling business with good intentions only, Angel just went and screwed it up. The reputation of the hotel was already a joke to other people since Angel it got lowered."

I thought of Henry's explanation, and it actually made a lot of sense. He seemingly took loyalty very seriously, I wonder why. "Why do you take loyalty so seriously Henry?" I asked him. He teared up a little and weakly replied, "When I was in high school I had this girlfriend who I planned on marrying. We starting dating in junior year, we went to the same college together. We were in love and I planned on proposing to her the day before graduation. That night I went to visit her to ask her on a date... but when I arrived at her dorm room... I heard her moaning... she cheated on me..." he finished and I instantly hugged him. 

He was betrayed by his true love... that's so sad. "Hey, Henry?" "Hm?" "How did you get those burn marks?" "Before I died I worked with the Air Force. My plane was shot down. It was me and my best friend in it. It blew up as me and my friend jumped out. But when we landed in the trenches an enemy grenade exploded." He cried more. This poor guy, he's gone through so much. "Does Y/N know?" I asked. He answered with a simple yes. 


5 minutes later

[Angel's POV]

Charlie finally came downstairs and went to the kitchen. I thought she was gonna help me! But then she walked over with a first aid kit and an ice pack. She handed me the ice pack which I put on my arm for a few minutes. "Damn..." I mumbled, "Never knew he could punch that hard..." "Well, he was in the Air Force," Charlie told me. 'Wait... What?' "He was? Henry?" I questioned. "Yeah... You wouldn't believe the crap he went through when he was living." "Well, he must've done something to get here." Charlie hummed, "I guess so. I wonder what he did." 

"Maybe he accidentally killed an innocent," I suggested. Charlie and I heard footsteps and saw that it was Y/N. "Hello there." he greeted and walked into the kitchen. "Hi" Charlie and I greeted. "Ange!" Y/N yelled "Yeah?" "Where's my teacup?" "Uhhhhh, check the top right cabinet!" "Thanks!" 

"Since when did you and Y/N become close?" Charlie asked to which I replied, "We just did I guess." 

"Attention everybody!" Alastor yelled as he walked through the front doors. We all looked at the strawberry pimp. "What's goin' on huh?" I ask. "Well..." he started

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