Good Boy

Chapter 44

Charlie's POV

I wake up the next morning with a very stiff neck. Damn it, I slept on it the wrong way.

Plus, this couch isn't the best place to sleep.

"Fuck it," I hear mumbling from the kitchen along with a pan being thrown against a wall and a loud thud.

I stand and go into the kitchen and find Louis quietly cussing out the mess on the floor. Instead of speaking, I find myself trying to keep him from noticing me standing here. At least until the laughter I was holding in is released.

"Did I wake you?" Louis turns and asks me as I calm myself.

"Not really.. you alright?" I go to start cleaning up the food on the floor and bends down to help me.

"Yeah, I was just.." he begins but stops himself.

"You were just what?" I press.

"Aren't you mad at me anyways?" He harshly reminds.

"When am I not mad at you?" I tease. I'm in a good mood today for some reason, he better enjoy it while it lasts.

Louis shrugs and picks up the remainder of what I believe is eggs off the floor. I grab a mop from the corner of the kitchen and clean up the orange juice spilt on the floor.

"So.. you cook?" I ask.

"No, I am shit at cooking," he chuckles as he picks up the pan on the floor.

"Depends on what you were trying to make," I say while tossing the mop to Louis who rolls his eyes as I grab a rag from the sink to scrub the sticky floor.

"Breakfast," Louis puts the mop back in the corner and I shoot him an evil glare.

"You were suppose to finish up the mopping job," I tell him.

"I'll make Niall do it when he wakes up."

"Louis, this is your mess. No one else is going to fix it for you."

Louis groans before flipping me off and grabbing the mop once again to help clean the floor.

"Now, what were you making for breakfast?" I ask.

"Eggs and orange juice," he pouts.

I swear he is the biggest child I have ever met.

"Why not just eat some leftovers?"

I notice that Louis is usually eating something he finds around the house, never cooking. What did he eat while he was in New York?

"Well I would but uh.." he begins but gives up.

"You need to learn how to finish your sentences," I tease again.

"I was kind of making this for you.."

Wait. Did Louis just say he got up early to make breakfast just for me? I freeze in place trying to put the pieces together.

"What did you do to it?" I ask, finally catching on.

"Nothing, why?"

He maintains a straight face, smart boy.

"Why else would you make me breakfast.. or at least attempt to?"

"Because I wanted to. Well I was actually thinking about when we went out for lunch and I realized that we never got to eat really," he explains and I nod for him to go on "so I took it upon myself to make breakfast for you, since you're mad at me."

He can be so sweet sometimes, my favorite Louis has returned.

"I'm sure it would have tasted amazing," I glance at the garbage can and Louis flips me off again and I giggle.

"We need to start talking.. like actually discussing everything.." Louis tells me and I nod in agreement.

"Let's talk now," I sit criss cross on the newly mopped floor in front of Louis.

"In here? Where anyone can hear?" Louis raises an eyebrow.

I sigh and stand up so I am looking directly at Louis.

"My point has been proven. You want to talk but you want it to be kept between you and me so you can get what you really want. This breakfast idea was part of your plan. You noticed that I was the only one in the livingroom so you came in here and did your little breakfast thing, knowing I would be the only one easily woken since you were so close. Once I got in here, that's when it started. Your scheme to fuck with my feelings when no one is around so you can stomp on them the second a shadow appears. I have caught on to your game, Louis. I'm not stupid."

Louis stares at me with the biggest smirk spread on his face. I am so close to slapping the shit out of him.

"How long did it take you to come up with that?" Louis leans down to my ear, sending chills down my spine.

"I could ask you the same thing," I back away, holding my ground.

"I wouldn't have an answer, Charlie. Because that is not at all what I am doing."

Louis has now wrapped one of his inked arms around my waist and I am backed up against the counter.

Damn it, he's good. And I don't mind it.

"What exactly is your plan then?" I choke.

He always glides his way out of situations, and I am always falling for the trap.

His other arm wraps around my waist and I suck in a breath when his strawberry scented lips reaches my neck.

"To have you. My ultimate goal is you, Charlie. Whatever it takes for you to be mine."

Well tables turned here quick haha. I was rereading a few chapters and I noticed that this story is crap wow thanks for staying with me guys *kissy face* and NOTICE THAT CHARLIE WAS SLEEPING ON THE COUCH LOL REREAD LAST CHAPTER AND FIND OUT WHERE SHE IS SUPPOSE TO BE SLEEPING! The explanations will appear soon ;) love you guys! x
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