My Hockey Boy

Chapter 30

Haley's POV

As I pulled up in front of Charlie's house, I turned my car off just staring up at the home. I've only been here a couple times, yet so many memories are inside those walls. So many times that Charlie was there for me when I needed him most. I could never repay him for that but I'm certainly going to try to make up for the things I said.

Stupid and naive Haley once again. My subconscious scolded me as I tried my best to block the damn voice out.

I checked the time again. It was just around 3:45 a.m. and I really didn't want to wake him or Mrs. Adams. I know she still isn't fully healed. But I couldn't wait any longer to see him. We needed to smooth all of this over. I needed to tell him how wrong and sorry I am for what I said.

Damn, I screw up a lot.

Maybe that's just a part of life. Making mistakes. But maybe it's a bigger part of my life compared to everyone else's. I looked out my car windows as the rain ceased to let up. As the door swung open, I climbed out walking towards his house. I reach his porch, freezing like a statue. I don't know why. I almost feel like I can't bring myself to knock on the door. Maybe it's because of the nagging in the back of my mind that's screaming this is a bad idea and Charlie and I need this space. But I guess that's why I make so many mistakes.

Before I could stop myself, my hand was knocking on the door as I hugged my arms around my chest to keep warm while waiting. After a minute or two, to my surprise, the door swung open revealing a wide eyed Charlie dressed in a tshirt and plaid lounge pants.

"Haley?"

"Yeah. Look, you were right. You were right about everything. And to be honest, I hate you some times. I hate how you make me feel, I hate how I act when I'm around you, I hate how I want to be with you every moment of everyday, I hate how you hate yourself sometimes, I hate how even when we argue I want to be with you, and I hate how much I love you."

Charlie's arms were crossed over his chest as he stared at me.

"So, what're you saying?"

"That I'm sorry." I breathed out as my chest began to rise and fall. "Can I come in?" I timidly asked as I saw the corners of Charlie's lips curve into a small smile. He reached his hand out, grabbing my hand to pull me into his arms and kiss me. Once I was inside, Charlie pushed the door closed my body being pressed back against the wood as he continued to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands moved to the backs of my thighs to lift me up so my legs wrapped around his torso. Charlie's hips rocked against mine as he pushed my back right to the wall behind me. A small moan fell from my lips as his kisses moved from my mouth to my neck, his head moving mine to the side. My fingers tangled in his hair as I quickly pulled myself back to reality.

"Charlie," I stopped him as he continued his torturous actions. "Charlie," I repeated his name a second time as he retracted his lips from my skin to look at me.

"What's wrong?" He questioned searching my eyes for the answer.

"We can't do this." I shook my head as I felt my feet touch the floor again from him letting me down.

"You just said you were sorry." Charlie's voice came out on edge as he backed away from me and in an instant I wished I had kept my mouth closed. Better yet, I wished I hadn't come here in the first place.

"I know I did. But that doesn't mean that our relationship is back to the way it was."

"So what if we have some problems, some differences? Every couple does."

"Charlie, you and I both know we aren't like normal couples." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I can't believe this." Charlie muttered under his breath as he ran his hands through his hair before walking to the living room to sit on the edge of the couch. I cautiously followed behind him as I watched his head fall into his hands, his elbows resting on his knees.