Good Boy

Chapter 72

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Louis' POV

Where the hell did she run off to? I don't have the kind of time to look for her and explain why I was awkward around Ellie. I know Charlie, she probably thinks I fucking want Ellie but that's not the case at all. I just want to find Charlie and go home, honestly.

"Niall, have you seen Charlie?" I grab Niall's arm and pull his attention away from a group of drunk people.

"Last time I saw her she was with you," Niall takes a sip of his drink and I release his arm. He was no fucking help at all.

I hope she didn't fucking leave. She would.

"Zayn, have you seen Charlie?" I yell over the music once I run into Zayn and he shakes his head.

"No, didn't know she was here! Would have said hi! Tell her hey for me," Zayn continues to dance with his crowd.

"Fuck no," I mumble and continue my search, until I see Liam and that annoying blonde bitch.

"Liam, have you seen Charlie?" I interuppt their 'discussion'.

"Last time I saw her she was talking to Harry," Blondie wraps her arms around Liam's neck and I cringe at the fact she is protecting him as if I wanted him or some shit. All I wanted was to ask him a question damn.

"Yeah I saw her and Harry walk to one of the rooms in the back," Liam says and both me and Blondie's eyes widen.

"What the fuck is she walking into a room with Harry for?" I raise my voice and clench my fists at my sides.

Before Liam or Blondie can speak, I am shoving past people and storming down the hall. Damn this is a big ass house.

I open one door and find the wrong group of people doing the wrong thing and I close the door quick before the thought of vomiting even comes to mind.

I open another door, walking in on a makeout session and walking right back out.

I swear if I walk into another room of people having sex I'm breaking their necks and leaving this place.

Charlie's POV

I open my eyes slowly and I find myself in a strange room. Where am I? Why do I feel so sick?

A body moves beside me but there is no arm wrapped around me. When I wake up next to Louis, his arm is usually around me. Is he mad at me? Did I do something wrong?

"Louis?" I whisper.

"No, it's Harry," he mumbles.

Harry? Harry? Why am I in the same bed as Harry in a strange room? Where is Louis?

I check to see if we are both clothed and we are but horribly. Harry's shirt is on backwards and I'm not wearing Louis' jean jacket.

"Harry," I shake him until he wakes up and looks up at me "where the hell am I? What the hell is going on?"

"You're going to fucking hate me," Harry groans and I am now officially confused as hell.

"What did you do?" I hesitantly ask "where's Louis?"

"I honestly don't know where Louis is," Harry says "but I can explain what's going on. You were mad at Louis and I could tell. So I brought a drink over to you and you gulped it down but it affected you way more different than I expected and I took that as my chance to hurt Louis. Like he hurt me. I was going to sleep with you, since drunk people are easy to sleep with. So I made out with you and led you back here. You took off your jacket once we layed on the bed and I removed my shirt. We made out more but once you started fumbling with the buckle on my belt, you moaned Louis' name quietly. Usually, I wouldn't have given a damn but I couldn't take advantage of you like that. No matter how much I hate Louis. You weren't aware of half of what was going on and I knew you really wanted Louis."