Charlie.- Completed

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I closed the door quietly, leaving the guy who I'd apparently brought home last night to sort his own way home. Who even was he and where did I bring him home from? 

All of last night is complete blur. I remembered leaving the house with the 5 boys and Noah. I kind of remembered his face but it was hazy. Like it was from another life time. I don't remember a thing after the first tequila shot. 

I put my hand over head, rubbing my temples as I tried to relieve the growing headache. I needed water and painkillers and silence. 

I hope I didn't wake the boys up kicking out my 6th one night stand in 2 months. This was getting ridiculous now but I really didn't feel like speaking to anyone if I could help it. Men can be shitty at the best of times. I really didn't need the added stress of dating right now. 

I slowly made my way into the kitchen, still rubbing my temples. I pushed the door open and looked up, stopping in my tracks as some other random topless guys sat eating cereal at the kitchen island. I turned to the door quickly and then looked back at him. I was sure I only brought one guy home and I'd just let him out. 

"You don't even recognise me now you're sober do you?" I narrowed my eyes at him. Noah. Okay that makes sense. I walked in and closed the door behind me, quietly clicking it so it didn't swing open and wake everyone else up. 

"I do. I'm just hungover." I walked over to the cupboard, opening and pulling out the box of painkillers, gently placing it down before getting a glass of water. 

"I can see that, you look a right mess." 

"I can see you still have the same manners you did in year 5." I rolled my eyes and popped the tablets out onto the side, taking them quickly. 

"I didn't mean it like that." I stared at him as I drunk from the glass slowly. His eyes were still the same. I remember them from back when we were about 10. They were hazel, you could see the faint outline of the brown around the edges, but they always looked green. A murky kind of green because the brown offset it. It reminded me of the playing field we all used to sit on at break. The green grass mixed in with patches of mud. "Charlotte?" 

I shook my head, pulling my mind from his eyes where I'd apparently gotten lost and back into reality. 

"Sorry. What were you saying?" Focus Loz. He's speaking. Stop thinking. 

"I just said sorry for telling you you look a mess this morning when I don't exactly look amazing." 

"You look fine." I rolled my eyes and turned around, filling the glass up. "I can't remember any conversation we had last night so I'm just going to ask, how are you, how've you been?" 

"I'm good. How are you?" 

"I'm fine." I smiled and jumped up onto the counter opposite the island, putting my glass down carefully. He chuckled and tilted his head. Had they really already taught him that? 

"You know you cried like 3 times last night and kept saying you're going through shit?" I dropped the smile from my face and stared at him, wide eyed. Jesus I must have been super wasted. 

"Did I? Don't know why." I shrugged and turned my head down to the glass. "Everything is grand. Sunshine and rainbows." 

"Is that why you were alone for your 21st birthday?" Okay now I know for a fact I didn't even mention that to the guys. I was specifically so brief about when I came home so they wouldn't know. They'd make even bigger of a deal about me being alone on the biggest birthday of your life than they would to me being here alone for so long without telling them.

"How did you-" 

"Your birthday's the 17th of June right? You said last night to George you came home after a couple days at your parents. Now I don't know about you but 3 weeks isn't a couple of days."  I stared at him. 

"You're cocky." 

"And you're a liar."

"I am not a liar." He laughed and sat back on the stool so he was sat up straight now. "I just like to keep things to myself." 

"So what's going on then?" I tilted my head at him. "You're obviously not all good like you say." 

"Look, Noah. I know we went to school and we were good friends back then and everything but I haven't even spoken to you in what 10 years?" 

"And? You guys are all still best friends. You all are still literally the same people. Well the guys are. You're not."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" 

"You were a crazy hopeless romantic, obsessed with books and princes and dancing. Now you're cold. Like you're a whole different person. But the guys are the same so I know it's just you." 

"Are you studying psychology or something? You're creeping me out." I moved in my seat and he chuckled. 

"I am actually. And I think your fascinating. Knowing you as a kid and seeing how much you've changed I bet after a few days of just being around you I could tell you exactly why you've changed." I stood up and grabbed my glass. 

This guy was insane. Like stalker level insane. Its a shame too because he is really really attractive. Not only in how he looks, but the deep voice, the confidence radiating from him. It's not a cocky kind of confidence, its one that says he knows what he's talking about. 

"Like right now I'm thinking you're feeling cornered because I can tell its scaring you, the thought of me knowing what's going on in your head." I stood still as he stood up and started walking around to me. I slowly turned, putting my back to the kitchen door and facing him. He was a good foot taller than me, maybe more. 

"I can tell your scared to have a long term thing relationship, hence the one night stand and judging by how quiet you were, it definitely isn't your first one. I can also tell by how you still haven't moved you think I'm attractive now. Just like you did when we were younger." I could feel my heart in my throat as I took a slow, stumbled step backwards. "Careful Charlie." He put a hand around my waist and I snapped back from my head. 

"I should go. I've got some work to do." I turned quickly, walking out the room and running up the stairs without even looking back. 

Jesus.

What the FUCK was that.