Good Boy

Chapter 67

Charlie's POV

"Did you call yet?" I poke Louis and he shoos me away since I am constantly asking the same question.

Me and Louis went to the gorgeous house to see what we could do to get it. He called the number that was printed in small letters on the 'FOR SALE' sign once we got back to the boys' house. So, we can arrange when we can do a tour through the house which I'm very excited for.

"I left a voicemail," he tells me and hands me the remote to change the channel to whatever I want.

The front door opens and closes and we turn our heads to see that it is Harry.

I think he is coping insanely good with the whole Louis and Madison thing. Even I am still a bit hurt over it, I always will be. But it doesn't seem like it affects Harry at all. Maybe he didn't love her so he didn't care as much.

"Hey," I wave to Harry as he takes off his sneakers and tosses them to the side.

It seems like Harry and I should have a connection or closer friendship since our significant others were together.

"What's up?" Harry runs a hand through his hair and sits at a chair near the table.

"Watching TV, what does it look like?" Louis rudely buds in.

Harry flips him off and stares at the TV as I hand the remote back to Louis because I have nothing to watch at the moment.

"You want the TV?" Louis tosses the remote to Harry.

"Guess I do," He catches the remote and switches the channel to where an american football match is airing on the screen.

"You guys are getting along quite well," I whisper to Louis and he gives me an offended and confused look.

"Are you fucking calling me gay? Unless you're a dude which I happen to witness you being a girl.."

"No no not that type of getting along!" I swat Louis for his assumption "I meant he forgave you quickly for what you did. I thought I was the only person to forgive quickly."

"What did I do?" Louis asks and my eyes grow wide in disbelief.

"You slept with his girl--"

Louis puts a hand over my mouth before I could finish and Harry looks over and gives us an odd look but he shakes his head and focus' his attention back to the TV.

"Damn, you speak loud," Louis mutters before taking his hand off of my mouth. Good thing because I was seconds away from biting his hand.

"What the hell?" I gasp and swat him again.

"He doesn't know," Louis tells me.

They didn't bother to tell Harry? I look back and forth wide eyed between Harry and Louis. Harry has every right to know.

"Are you serious?" I ask Louis and he sighs and nods.

"Now's your chance to tell him."

"What you don't know won't hurt you. As long as we don't see each other no more, he has no reason to be hurt."

"Louis, whether you guys stopped or not, he deserves to know! Because it still happened! His girlfriend was sleeping with you every night so she can't possibly love him! I've seen how he looks at her and he doesn't deserve that at all!"

"She can possibly love him! You can sleep with someone and love someone else. I did."

"You sound fucking stupid, Louis! That shit may be what I accept but that doesn't mean Harry should."