CHARLIE

After Harry dropped me off I walked inside my house and thankfully my mom wasn't home yet, I don't think I could listen to another one of her "talks".

Walking to the kitchen I set my bag down to search for something to eat. I make myself a sandwich and head up to my room.

As I walked to my door, I had this uneasy feeling resting in my gut. I rest my hand on the doorknob and turn it quickly, pushing the door open.

"Leah?" My brown eyes meet her blue. What is she doing here? Doesn't she hate me? My conscious fills with questions.

"Oh, hey Charlie. I was wondering when you were gonna get here." She turns around from looking out of my window. There was no trace of anger anywhere in her. She was just calm.

"Um." I clear my throat. "How did you get in here?"

"Your mom let me in." She shrugs.

I roll my eyes sitting on my bed, continuing to eat this sandwich. Silence flushes over us as she fiddled with her fingers. My eyes linger around, waiting for her to say something.

I finally hear her speak. "I just wanted to stop by and apologize." I nearly choke on my food, I don't think I heard that right. "You're what?" I stand up, eyeing her. This has to be a trick.

"I know I acted fucking childish over that stupid guy and I'm sorry." She smiles. Ugh, he isn't stupid.

"Are you messing with me?" I furrow my eyebrows. She laughs. "No Charlie. I really mean it. I miss my best friend."

A smile soon spreads in my face, I miss her too. "So you're not mad at me?" I can feel the awkwardness.

"Why would I be mad? You said there was nothing between you two." She tilts her head slightly. Yeah Charlie, what happened to that.

"Oh. I-I don't know. Things changed." I duck my head to prepare myself for whatever she's about to say.

Her smile fades as she looks away. "Oh."

I sigh. "I didn't know how to tell you. I knew you would be angry or something."

"No, no I'm okay." Her smile returns. I know she's pretending to be okay with this, even if she wasn't okay with it I would still see Harry. I like him too much.

"Are you sure?" I ask, giving her a sympathetic look. "Yeah, really." She pauses, taking a breath. "I'm fine with it."

She smiles pulling me into a tight embrace. Wow, she really did miss me. I can't say I didn't miss her.

"We good now?" She pulls away staring at me. I nod. "Good. Now I have to head to work. I'll see you in the morning." Leah says grabbing her bag and heads out. Wow.

Is it just me or did that all happen way too fast?

I watch Leah leave and head downstairs. Just as I walk into the living room I hear my moms voice. Perfect.

"Charlie? A little help please." She closes the door behind her. I walk out of the living room to see her with bags of groceries. What the hell? I take a few bags from her hand and walk to the kitchen.

"What is all of this for?" I'm amazed by all of the fancy brands my mom keeps pulling out of these grocery bags. This is nothing I'm used to.

"Your father and I are having some friends over for dinner."

"Oh, when is it?" I sit at the bar watching her, she's all over the place. This must be important to her.

"I don't know yet Charlie. I've got this now, you can go." She says frantically, shooing me off. Jeez.
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I lay in my bed, curled up. The moonlight coming in from the window. I should be asleep now but I'm waiting. I hold my phone in my hand as I stare at the black, cracked screen. He said he was calling soon. I sigh. I should just text him, to let him no I'm waiting. Would I sound to desperate though? Fuck I don't know.

Me:
Hey

I send him, hoping that will catch his attention. I'm really tired and I'm letting him keep me up. As I set my phone down, I hear it chime.

Harry:
Something came up love, I'll see you soon. Sleep well. H

"Great." I sigh. This guy has me so whipped, it's crazy.

Now I'm really curious of what he's doing, I'm too tired to do anything right now. I don't text him back because I honestly don't know how to respond. I lay on my side, and feel my eyes shut shortly after.
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HARRY

Finally back to my empty home. I'm tired of getting home so late and never having time for anything. Coach is the main reason for this, I think I'm going to quit soon. It's not that important to me anymore.

When I get home I immediately get to my room to get some clothes that aren't covered in sweat, and head to take a shower.

I stop on the way to the bathroom to grab my phone. Should I call her now? I should, I don't want to keep her up, but I really need to clean up. I'll try after.

Heading to the bathroom I noticed some lights in the guest room were left on. What? I never go back here. I reach the bathroom and I swear I hear water moving. What the fuck is going on?

Before I know it I'm swinging the bathroom door open, and all my questions are answered. "Shit! What the fuck?" I immediately look away when I see a women's naked figure in my bathtub.

"I was wondering when you were coming home Styles."

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