HARRY
I woke up with my arm around Char in her bed, and I don't really remember getting here. I remember asking her to go on the road trip and that's about it. We didn't fuck though, I know that for sure. I would've remembered that. Now that I'm thinking about it, I remember she rolled towards me throughout the night. She was cold and I was her place for comfort.
She smelled like daisy and a little bit of sweat and I loved it. I will not move my body from hers until she tells me to. My mind is too aware of the fact that all she has on is a tank top and underwear, and I'm only in my boxers. I don't even know what time it is or what time we got home through all thy traffic.
"I know you're awake, and I'm going to give you three seconds to get your arm off of me." Her groggy voice scared me as I moved slowly off of her, really enjoying those three seconds. "None of that, Harry." She turned around and faced me, her face glowing in the sunlight.
"You rolled closer to me." I stretched, hiding myself from the cold under the blanket.
"Whatever." She's going to pretend like she doesn't remember but I know she does.
"So I'm sober now."
"Thankfully."
"Let's talk about this road trip." I smiled at her and she sighed.
"I want to go, Harry. I do. It would be fun. But I have a boyfriend who probably wouldn't be fond of me going alone with another guy, and we already have plans to be in the Hamptons -"
"Oh my god, aren't you sick of this place?" I interrupted her. She chewed on her lip and we were both quiet for minute. I was watching her and she was thinking. "Literally. We go to the Hamptons every spring break and summer. It's old. I'm bored. It's our senior year, Charlotte. We have to do something crazy."
"I have a boyfriend who I like to be with, too."
"Not convincing." I sat up in bed. "Plus, it's not him you spent the last two nights with. It's me."
"Harry." She scolded me, but it was so fucking cute.
"Charlie." I mimicked her and she slapped my arm.
"Get out of my bed." She laughed, standing up and slipping a pair of shorts on right away.
"No, it's Saturday." I fell back into bed.
"I have to work." She laid her work clothes on the dresser and I watched her every move.
"Okay, I'll be right here." She rolled her eyes at me and took her clothes with her to the bathroom.
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CHARLIE
I do not have feelings for Harry. I do not have feelings for Harry. I definitely do not have feelings for Harry. I did not roll into him in the bed on purpose, it was a mistake. I think.
I don't have feelings for Harry because I love Nate. Right? I've been so used to Nate, we do the same things and I love it. I think.
I feel like going on a road trip with Harry would end badly, but we could just tell Nate my mom is coming. It would work. Spring break starts this Thursday, so I should probably make up my mind.
I got dressed and went back to my bedroom, where Harry was still in my bed. The white sheets wrapped around him looked really hot, but I can't think like that.
"Are you ever going to leave?" I asked and he shrugged, rolling over so he was on his stomach.
"Charlie!" My moms voice called as the door to the loft slammed shut.
