Charlie

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*Celine's POV*

Niall leaves the bathroom, I'm combing my hair un front of the mirror wearing a coca cola shirt of Niall and grey sweatpants.

I'm feeling a bit better but I'm still feeling like I can be throwing up any second. I'm as white as a ghost. I really need to eat something.
Suddenly my stomach starts turning around in my body and before I realize I'm bending down in front of the toilet.

What is going on inside of me? Like the devil got into me.


*Kate's POV*

I walk up the doorstep and knock on the door but after a wile still nobody opened it. I knock again and again but nobody seems to be home. Great. Every normal seventeen years old girl has a key of her own damn house but yeah, I'm not. Sooo... I need a plan.

Think Kate.. Use your brain for once.

I walk around the house to check if there aren't any windows opened. And yes, but of course the window of Louis' room is opened, on the second floor. I'm never getting there.

I look at the drainpipe and back to the window and back to the ground. It's not that high, maybe I can climb Using the drainpipe to the window.

Okay, Kate you can do it.

I walk to the pipe en start 'climbing'. It's more like a clumsy attempt to get a few inches of the ground.
When I'm at least thirty inches high I hear someone laughing.

"Kate, what are you doing?" Louis tries to hold back a laugh but I can see he's dying of laughter inside.

"That's what happens when the door isn't open." I growl, I can't help but a smile tugs my lips as I think about that I really should start to think about some better plans cause mine usually end up like a fiasco.

"So you got the fantastic idea to break into your own house Using the drainpipe?" He laughs.

"Yes indeed, and it would have worked if you wouldn't Have disturbed me."

"I'm sorry, I'll go through the door, you can use the pipe if you want." He smirks and start walking away.

I quickly get back on the ground and run after him. I hear him smirking as he puts his arm around me.
I love Louis's hugs, I always did and always will. The problem is that he can't hug me when he's in France.
Yesterday Louis was yelling at me, that already seemed like weeks ago.
We both can't stay mad for a long time. I feel sorry for thinking he was never really there for me, I know he has always been but I just blurted the first thing that came into my mind that could hurt him as much as he hurt me. Even though I never will be able to.

He opens the front door as we walk inside to the kitchen. I need food. Now.

As good as Louis knows me he starts making hot chocolate milk. He puts three big pieces of chocolate in a bowl and waits till they're smelted.
In that time he warms milk and puts to big cups on the kitchen table.

"I'm happy to have you back here." Louis says while I take a seat.
"You didn't tell me why you're back." He points out and pulls the cups with the hot milk. He takes the bowl and casts some of the chocolate into the cups.

"Liam and I got into a sort of a fight."
"I'm sorry to hear that." He says while licking the hot chocolate off his forefinger. "What about?"
I don't know if it's a good idea to involve Louis in this, it's better for all of us if he doesn't get to know about Sophia and her threatenings.

"Nothing in reticular." I lie.
"Oh I see." He says and takes a seat in front of me. I know Louis can see it in my face, the corners of my mouth if I'm lying so I cover them by taking a sip of my hot chocolate.

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