Good Boy

Chapter 39

Charlie's POV

"Hey Charlotte," Niall greets me as Louis and I enter the house. I groan and roll my eyes at his name assumptions.

"Charlie. My name is just Charlie!" I correct.

"No last name?" He laughs and I smile and shake my head.

"Charlie Valentine," I finally say.

"Niall Horan. Nice to meet you Ms. Valentine," Niall takes my hand and shakes it and I laugh and swat at him. He fakes injury and at this point our conversation has bored Louis so he walks to his room.

"Well, Mr. Horan, would it be bad if I stayed here for a couple of weeks? Your evil friend kind of got me kicked out of my own home," I tell Niall and he gives me a strange look.

"How does Louis manage to get you kicked out of your own home? He can get you kicked out of many things but your own home?" Niall questions as he walks to the kitchen.

Someone is always in that kitchen.

"Long story," I sigh, replaying my day so far in my head.

"Alright," Niall gives up and Liam enters the room.

"Hi Charlie," he waves and I wave back.

"Where's Harry and Zayn?" I ask. I've seen Harry recently, but it's been days since I've seen Zayn.

"Harry's with Madison again. And Zayn took a trip to see Perrie. Their love sickens me," Niall buds in and chuckles and I roll my eyes again.

"Because you haven't found love," I tell Niall.

"What is 'love' anyways?" He sits on the couch and asks me and I take a seat beside him. Leaving Liam the only remainder in the kitchen.

"Love is when you would give anything to keep someone."

I don't really know the definition of love. It has many definitions really. But that one definition seems to be the most relevant.

A phone buzzes on the table near the door and Liam goes to get it but then leaves it once he notices who it belongs to.

"Charlie, can you go wake up Louis? Tell him he has a missed call," Liam instructs and I nod and stand to walk to Louis' room.

Once I walk in, I notice a huge lump of sheets on the bed and I go to uncover it. I see a sleeping Louis, so at peace. So perfect.

"Louis.." I shake him and he groans and swats at me.

"Stop doing that!" I swat back and I see a tiny smile form on his lips.

"Mhmm," he mumbles and turns over.

"Louis, please wake up," I groan and shake him once more.

"I'm up."

"Open your eyes and stand up," I demand and put my hands on my hips "you have a missed call. It might be important."

"Can't be that important."

"Why do you think that?"

"Because you didn't call me."

Even though he is still half sleep and there is a possibility that he doesn't even know what he's saying, my heart swells at his words.

"Go answer your phone, Louis," I tell him, not even bothering to hide the pathetic smile on my face. He isn't looking at me anyways.

He opens one eye slowly and I hide my smile quickly. I'm supposed to be mad at him, not smiling at almost every word he says.

"Can you bring my phone to me?" He asks and stretches. I probably shouldn't have watched that happen.

"I'm not your maid, Louis," I shake my head.

"Please?"

"No."

"Yes."

"No, Louis."

"Yes, Charlie."

"I said no."

"I said yes."

"I don't care what you said."

"I don't give a damn about what you said."

I roll my eyes and just give up battling with Louis as I walk out to grab his phone. Once I come back, I notice that Louis has put on a black t shirt and some of his tattoos are still peeking out plus his bedhead hair. I toss him his phone and he misses, causing it to hit the floor.

"Nice catch," I tease.

"Well I'm not a baseball player," he says and grabs his phone off the floor. He dials a number and puts his ear to the phone and I start to walk out.

"Charlie.." Louis calls out to me.

"What?" I turn around.

He pats the bed beside him, instructing me to sit down next to him. I hesitate for a second but then my feet carry me to the bed as he answers his phone.

"What?" Louis says into the phone and I look around the room, unsure what to do.

I wonder who he's on the phone with? Is it Aubrey? Another girl? Is it about his job? Does he have to go somewhere?

To take my mind off of his conversation, I stare at items in his room. He has a bunch of pencils. Weird, but he does. Many broken, many sharpened. He has some holes in his wall. Didn't one of the boys say that Louis punches walls? I wonder why he does. He has a lot of wrappers from many different foods and snacks in here. He eats alot, how is he not fat? I notice he has dark blue walls yet he said his favorite color is red.

"Yeah yeah I'll send it later. It won't be late, if it is then blame the mailman. Not me," Louis says into the phone before hanging up.

"Who called?" I ask without thinking.

I hate my nosy mind.

Louis stares at me before chuckling and I turn red. I don't want to seem obsessive.

"My boss," He tells me and runs a hand through his hair "can you lay with me?"

I stare at him and unintentionally smile. I like when he wants to be near me. There is no doubt in my mind that Louis likes me, I just wish he was better at expressing it. Although, he's doing pretty decent now.

I lay down beside him and he wraps his arm around me. He plays with my hair for awhile as we sit in silence.

Why are we so confusing?

"You know I don't hate you, right? I don't want you to think I do.." Louis whispers and I nod.

"Why do you say you do then?" I look up at him.

Louis shrugs and stays silent. I don't push him to say anything. It's either a dumb answer or no answer.

"I say it because it's all I know how to say," He finally says and I nod, not bothering to ask him why.

We lay in more silence before I hear Louis' small snores. I doze off to sleep as well. I wonder why he is the way he is. I want to know his full story.

I want to know him.

It's been like 2 days since I've updated! Sorry! I have alot of homework to do so I'm writing in my free time. And I changed the cover again! I kinda like it now (if yall wanna customize a cover for this story that would be awesome and I would love you forever) lol love you guys x
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