Never Sometimes

Charlie's POV

Charlie's POV
So I've been exiled to my parents house. Knocked up. No boyfriend. No friends. No nothin. As I sat in self pityMy phone started ringing. Zayn popped up on the screen. Great. "Hello" I said as I got ready for whatever blasting I was about to get

Z. I need you to come to my house immediately
C . um. Why
Z. It's Lecsy. She really needs you right now
C . what'd you mean
Z. Her da- you don't know. Do you
C . know what. Zayn what the hell is going on
Z. Lecsy's dad died this morning
C . he what. I'll be right there

I hung up the phone and grabbed my keys and ran out the door. I drove as I fought to keep the tears out of my eyes. I can't cry. Not when Lecsy needs me. Fuck. I finally pulled up to Zayn's place and ran to the door. He opened it and pulled me into a hug "I'm so happy to see you" he said. I was shocked. But I hugged him back. He took me into the living room where I saw a lump on the couch. He leaned over the couch and whispered in her ear "someone's here to see you love" he said. She jumped up "BROOKLYN?!?!" Then she looked at me "Charlie" she whispered. I nodded. She got up and ran over to me. I grabbed her in a hug and we both sobbed. Once we were done crying Lecsy pulled away "you're moving in with Harry and I" she said sternly "Lecsy. Niall wants nothing to do with me. Neither does Harry" I told her. She just gave me that look "either you move in with Harry and I or I move out and we buy a house" she said. I smiled at her "thank you" I said. She just smiled "no need to thank me. These are purely selfish reasons. I want to keep a super duper close eye on my future niece or nephew" she said wiggling her eyebrows. I just shook my head and hugged her again. Zayn said he'd be back in a few minutes. He'd headed out to get some stuff. Movies and junk food most likely. At least it gave Lecsy and I time to talk.

C . so. You and Zayn? How're things
L. Pretty good actually. We talked and he said he still likes me but he knows how much Brooklyn likes me and he's just happy being friends and getting to know each other better after five years
C . good. So that means things with Brooklyn are good
L. That's the thing. Brooklyn has a really good friend. And she's gorgeous. But I can't stand her. I told him that I didn't mind them hanging out but I didn't want to be around. But I made it clear that their closeness didn't bother me
C . but it does
L. It bothers the hell out of me. She kept saying how she could turn Brooklyn against me and whatever
C . do you trust him
L. Of course. It's her I don't trust
C . well. She's probably a whore
L. CHARLIE! You don't even know her
C . no. But I know you don't like her. Which means that their is definitely something wrong with her