Good Boy

Chapter 23

Charlie's POV

He wrote about me. When he invited me over that one day, he was writing about me. Was I suppose to find this?

I rip out the page and fold it up before putting it in the front jacket pocket.

He wrote about me, he kissed me, he fought with me, he has called me names. I'm so oblivious to Louis' feelings.

That small pinch of feelings he has.

Did Louis just want me to get that notebook and return it to him or are there actual papers?

I continue my search and I spot a red sweat jacket out of the corner of my eye.

Louis' red jacket.

I remember it on him perfectly. He was wearing that when he kissed me. So I know for sure it was his. How did he leave it here?

I walk over and grab the jacket, accidently knocking over a glass of what I hope is apple juice all over my jacket.

"Damn it," I groan. I take off my jacket and just lay on the floor, trying to dry it off with various useless things around me.

"Forget it, I'll just.." I quietly say to myself as I slowly put on Louis' red jacket. I mean, I assume this is his apple juice that spilled all over my jacket. So he owes me.

My phone rings in my pocket and I check it to find Louis calling me.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Did you get them?" He asks.

"Can't find them, do you have a clue where they are?" I ask "and you left a few more things than papers here."

"Check the top of the closet... if you can reach it." I can only imagine the smirk plastered on his face "and I know. Just leave that stuff, I just need my papers."

"You don't want your notebook and jacket?"

"No I.. wait, my notebook?"

"Yeah, I assume it's yours."

"Did you look through it?"

"No," I lie.

"Then it's not mine. Probably belongs to somebody who was in the suite before me. I don't use notebooks."

He is clearly lying. I hope.

"Okay then, what about the jacket?"

"Leave it."

"Why don't you.."

"I don't have to answer your damn questions, neither do I want to. Bye."

I will never get used to how shitty he is at goodbyes.

I sigh and put my phone in my back pocket. I walk to his closet and try my best to reach the top. Papers are peeking from the top, I just can't reach.

There is a white t shirt hanging up in the closet. Louis' t shirt from the party. I know it is because there is a small beer stain in the corner of it. I'm surprised he actually hung it up.

Louis didn't even bring anything to New York. How did he bring things back with him and leave things here? He is confusing.

I grab the t shirt and throw it on the bed to use the hanger and knock down the papers. Once all seven papers are knocked on the floor, I throw the hanger back in the closet and neatly pick up the papers. I would read them, but I've already invaded enough of his privacy and I feel guilty. Plus, his handwriting is really messy so why bother.

There is a knock on the door once I pick up my soaked jacket, Louis' notebook, white t shirt, and papers. As I head out, I decide to answer the door. There is a dark haired girl with a skimpy outfit on and makeup that looked professionally done. She was gorgeous, besides the hint of slut.

"Hi uh is Louis Tomlinson here?"

So this is a late update, I know. I fell asleep while writing yesterday and I was busy today so I was writing in between some free time I had lol. Love you guys! x
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