Wrapped Up

11 • Baby Girl

  Charlie's POV:

  "Charlie, you fucked up big time," Meghan says as she walks towards me.

  "What did I do?" I say defensively.

  We were standing in kitchen of my tiny apartment. She just randomly walk in here like she owned the place and started yelling at me.

  "This," she says as she points to her neck.

  "Shit," I say as I examine her flushed neck.

   I walk toward her, and she flinches as I gently touch her exposed shoulder. I watch her as her eyes become glassy.

  "Ryan Seacrest knows about us, and we both know that's not good," she says.

  "Why'd you tell him?" I ask as I become flustered.

  "Because he turned the mics and cameras off and asked me, and I wasn't gonna lie about it," I say.

  "Calm down. He's not going to tell anyone, okay?" I say.

  "How do you know?" she asks.

  "I will make sure," I say.

  I turn away from her and grab my keys. I walk around the kitchen for a minute, glancing around for my wallet. I finally see it, and I grab it and stick it in my back pocket.

  "Where are you going?" she asks.

  "I'll be back. I'll only be a half an hour," I say as I walk out the door.

  ***

"Is Ryan here? I'd like I speak with him. I'm Charlie Puth, and I was just asking him a question," I say

  "Yes. Let me get him," he says.

  I follow him into the sound booth. I see Ryan there and sigh.

  "Hey, Charlie," he says.

  "What can I do for you?" he asks.

  "Can we talk somewhere private?" I ask.

  "Sure," he says.

  We walk out of the studio and into one of the other rooms across the hall. Once we get in there, I sigh and turn to him.

  "Look, you had an interview with Meghan earlier, right?" I ask.

  "Yeah," he says.

  "I'm the guy she talked about," I say and sigh.

  "Holy shit," he says as his eyes widen.

  "I swear if you tell anyone, you won't be doing interviews anymore," I say as I point at him and look at him sternly.

  "Hey, don't worry," he says and puts his hand on my shoulder.

  "No, I'm not joking," I say as I take his hand off my shoulder.

  "Okay. I won't tell," he says seriously.

"Thank you," I say.

***

   "I fixed it," I say as I walk towards Meghan and put all of my stuff down.

  "Thank you," she whispers as she sets her hands on my chest.

  "No problem," I whisper back.

  She slowly and seductively snaked her arms around my neck. I smirk as she begins to plant light kisses along my jawline. I run my hands up and down her waist as I begin to lift her shirt.

  "Mmh...are we doing anything in the next few hours?" she asks.

  "I don't think so," I say as I move my hands to her ass.

   She moans against the skin on my neck, and I smirk in triumph. She moves her lips to mine, but she stops just centimeters away.

  "Why do we do this?" she asks.

  "Because we want to," I say and chuckle a bit.

  "No, I'm serious," she says.

  "Because it feels good," I say.

  "It does, but that doesn't mean it's right," she says.

  "Hey, we can do what we want," I say.

  "But I want to do what's right," she says.

  I sigh as I know that she's right. Before we can argue, I capture her lips in a kiss. She kisses me back, but I feel the salty tears against her cheeks.

  "Don't cry, baby girl," I say as I caress her cheeks.

  "But–"

  "Please don't cry," I say as I feel her lips start to tremble against mine.

  "I want to do what's right," she says.

  "I know," I whisper.

  "One more time," she says.

  "Okay," I say as I kiss her again.

  She kisses me passionately and hard. I groan against her lips, and she shakes as a sob threatens to spill from her lips.

  "Baby," I say as I disconnect out lips.

  "Don't call me that, please," she says as she sobs again.

  "Stop crying," I whisper.

  "I can't do it," she says as she backs away.

  "What?" I ask.

  "Charlie we should just be friends and stop all of this," I say as I walk toward the door.

  I stand there, speechless, as I watch her leave my house. She shuts the door, and I'm left all alone.

  What did I do?

  Meghan's POV:

  I just walked out of Charlie's house. Why in hell did I do that? I basically just broke up with him even though we weren't dating. I have no clue what to do with myself.

  I drive home in silence as I contemplate my decisions in the past half an hour. I pull into my driveway and sigh before I step out of my car.

  I walk inside and head straight for my room. I open the door, but someone grabs me from behind.

  I try to scream, but their hand is already over my mouth. They let go, and I try to scream, again, but there is tape on my mouth before I can.

  I immediately know who it is when I see the cheetah print tape.

  Brooks.

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I'm just saying that shit is about to go down in the next chapter.