Good Boy

Chapter 57

Louis' POV

I fucking love this girl. I know I do. I would kill to keep her with me, to stay as some part of my life. I want more of her, as much as I can get before she remembers all that I've done and leaves me again.

"Come home with me," I whisper inbetween kisses and she sighs.

Shit, too soon.

"I don't know, Louis..." She pulls away from me and lightly kick a rock nearby, before I murder a random pedestrian in the street to release some sort of anger.

"I'm not going to sit here and beg you to come home with me. If you don't go, fine. If you do, then shit tonight will be fun," I smirk before stepping back and walking away towards the house.

I swear if this damn plan to get her to go with me doesn't work then I will officially give up on trying so hard to get her to be mine for sure again. I'm not the fucking romantic type, what kind of guy could she possibly want? Why are girls so picky?

Her eyes darken and all the blood in my head leaves and floats straight to my--

"What about Linda?" Charlie pauses my thoughts and I roll my eyes.

That blonde girl is so clingy and creepy. She thinks I actually have a thing for her. Yeah she is attractive but she is not Charlie. Therfore, I don't want anything to do with that crying slut.

"Leave her here, it's her apartment," I suggest and Charlie shakes her head.

"You're so selfish and inconsiderate," she huffs.

My automatic response, give her the finger. But, I'm trying to get her on my good side. So I hold back, for now.

"Well what are we suppose to do with the blonde bitch?" I shove my hands in my pockets and lean against a wall.

Can't she just forget the damn girl and come home with me?

"Her name is Linda, you ass," she looks at me in disgust "you have such low respect."

"I only respect the woman I love," I smile proudly.

That was my one attempt at a romantic gesture, she better take it or fucking leave it.

"Then you don't love me, you have low respect for me, too."

I roll my eyes and she giggles. Her pink lips form into a smile, reaching her crystal blue eyes that smile with her. She is truly the most beautiful thing to me, I could stare at her for days.

"Why don't we go home, take care of things, and then pick up blondie," I suggest and take both of Charlie's hands and place them in mine so she is standing in front of me.

Charlie looks down at her feet and thinks for a second before looking back up at me.

"That's not my home," she reminds me.

"Yeah it is," I tell her.

"We don't live together."

"Does that even fucking matter? Let's just go to my home."

"Hmm," she hums and walks from my grasp and starts walking down the sidewalk.

"Where you going?" I call out to her.

"Your house," she responds, not bothering to turn around.

Not that I mind her not facing me as we walk, it's a nice excuse for me to stare at her bum.

She reaches her hand out as if she were reading my thoughts. This is just a cute way to get me to stop staring. Little does she know, I'll find a way.

I wrap one arm around her as we walk to the apartment. I haven't been home since we left for Zayn's party last night. Once we walk in, I see the other boys have. As they are all passed out on the floor. With the exception of Harry, he's passed out on the couch.

"My room?" I ask Charlie and she nods, her eyes still on the boys as we head down the hall to my room.

I close the door behind us and Charlie hops up on the bed.

"Good girl," I smirk down at her and she smiles and shakes her head.

"You're going to wait, I'm tired," she says and I groan.

"I've been waiting too fucking long."

"Wait a couple more minutes, then your wait will be over," she whispers in my ear.

"Well damn, it's gonna be harder if you do that," I wink at her before crawling onto the other side of the bed.

"You can wait."

"I'm not talking about the wait. I'm talking about my--"

"Okay Louis!" She cringes and waves her hands in front of my face in attempts to silence me which does stop me and make me laugh.

I don't genuinely laugh often, but the corniest joke can make me laugh if it's coming from Charlie.

"Good boy," she applaudes me for actually listening.

"I love you, so much," I laugh and grab her and pull her closer to me. She lazily drapes her arm over my torso and I keep my arms placed around her waist.

"I love you too," she kisses my cheek and closes her eyes and I nudge her awake again.

"I said I was tired already," she defends and I sigh, realizing she's right and let her fall asleep.

She is her most beautiful in her sleep. She is so unaware of things. She is so peaceful and beautiful. She isn't trying to accomplish anything or prove anything. She isn't worried, sad, or anything. She is just her. Her lips lightly parted as soft snores escape them. I enjoy watching her sleep. It's creepy as hell but soothing to me.

I stand to my feet, lightly releasing her before walking to my closet and grabbing my notebook from the top shelf and a pencil off the floor. I return to the side of the bed as quiet as possible so I don't disturb her.

"Night Changes"

The first thing I write down as soon as my pen hits the paper.

Aww! I love this chapter so much i don't know why!! Louis POV throughout the entire chapter! It's been awhile since I did his pov mainly because his pov is hard but i wrote it for you guys (: So much is coming up still so keep reading! And yeah I had night changes stuck in my head while writing this lol. Love you guys x
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