Made Up

Chapter 5

Louis POV
    I wake up to a new day determined to make it better than yesterday. I lay in bed most of the night thinking about Charlie and what I should do about her. I came to the conclusion there is nothing I can do. I would never break up with Harry to be with her, or anyone else for that matter. I'm not even sure I would want to date her if I were single. She is a beautiful woman who I have to work with and respect so I have reverted back to a tried but true measure for helping with my problem that keeps popping up. Every time I think about Charlie I think about something gross. It sounds ridiculous but it does help.
    I am once again the first one awake so I make coffee and tea for everyone. I sit at the table and wait for everyone else to wake up. We have two live stream interviews to do today plus a show tonight. I'm sure Lou will fuss at me for the dark circles that are most assuredly under my eyes. After laying in bed for hours I finally fell asleep only to dream of Charlie and Harry once again.
    This one was way more intense than the first dream I had and I remember way more details as well. I remember sitting in a room with a huge bed with four post and bench seat attached to the foot board. In the dream I was sitting on the bench watching Harry and Charlie put on a show for me.
     Charlie was standing directly in front of me with Harry behind her. She was wearing her joggers and a t shirt which Harry slowly takes off. He starts rubbing his long beautiful fingers all over her body. He made slow circles on her belly and then up over the center piece of her bra. That must have been where her bra was clasped because after a few run ins with Harry's hands it comes lose and falls to the floor. Charlie's dream breast are the most beautiful things I've seen in a long time. Harry cups them in his hands as he once again kisses her neck. She puts her hand around to grab a handful of Harry's hair and the look on her face is pure ecstasy.
   "Earth to Louis. Hello is anyone in there." I come back to reality with Harry and Liam both in the kitchen. Harry and taking the kettle off the stove and refilling it with water, while Liam is still waving his hands in my face.
    "What in the bloody hell are you doing? I just put water in that kettle. Now we have to wait for it boil all over agin."
     "Louis the kettle has been going on for almost five minutes the water was all boiled out. What is going on with you lately." Liam yells back.
   "I....I didn't hear it." I know they must think I'm crazy because I'm sitting right here. As dumb as it sounds I was so lost in the fantasy and I don't think I would have noticed a bomb going on let alone a tea kettle.
    Harry sits beside me and puts an arm around me. "What's wrong babe? You've been really strange acting since yesterday. I know you said it was over dream but maybe I could help if you let me."
   I can't tell Harry what I'm feeling. Hell I can't tell anyone.  I don't understand it my damn self. I just shake my head, lay it on Harry's shoulder, and close my eyes. Maybe if I go to sleep and wake up one more time I can turn this day around. Sitting here I remember how much I really do like being in Harry's arms. He is so strong that being in his arms feels safe. I don't think I would feel safe in Charlie's arms. I shake myself awake; I don't like comparing Charlie and Harry. There is no comparison. Harry is my everything. I'm willing to give up my entire career and lifestyle with one sentence from him. Charlie is simply a phase or something I'm going through. When she leaves I doubt I will ever think of her again.

Charlie POV
     When I wake up I automatically know I am the only one on the bus. It's not just the silence but more of a sense of being alone. I can also tell that we've obviously stopped. I don't like the feeling I'm getting. I have only been with the boys for a little over two days, but being on my own on the bus feels like I really am trying to invade their lives or something. I quickly go look out the window to see where we are. We are stopped at a roadside park or rest station of some kind. It's very pretty and I see the boys all sitting at a picnic talk with Paul setting up a camera and tripod in front of them.
    I remember they said something about a live stream today but I never thought it would take place on the side of the road. I guess when you're on the road as much as the boys are you have to make do with what you're given. I can see that they haven't started yet so I decide to take the alone time and take a shower. The boys and I have come along way with being comfortable around each other but I'm still not sure about the whole shower situation. I just don't see myself walking around them in nothing but a towel. I don't think they would think badly about it I just don't feel it's appropriate given this is supposed to be a work environment.
    I quickly grab my stuff and head for the shower. Their bathroom is slightly bigger than the average bus/motor home/ camper trailer but it's still very small. I get the water running and get all of my clothes off when I realize I've forgotten a clean shirt for after. I open the bathroom door and look out. The coast is clear so I wrap my towel around me and run back to my bunk and grab the T-shirt I didn't realize I dropped.  I grab my shirt and turn back towards the bathroom when I hear I throat cleared. I turn and see Louis staring at me. I smile and say "Sorry I wanted to get a shower before you guys finished with your interviews. Are you already done?"
   Louis turns his whole body so that he is looking away from me. "No we still haven't started I just wanted something to drink."
     "Oh ok. Well I'll definitely be done by the time you finish" I say as I step back in the bathroom. I get in the shower and get my hair halfway washed before it hits me; holy fuck Louis Tomlinson just saw me practically naked.  I know it's probably nothing to him. I'm sure he's seen plenty of girls a lot more naked than I was, and I'm not sure if he's even into girls like that so it's nothing to really freak out over.
    I finish my shower and get dressed. I walk outside to watch the boys interview and Paul shakes his head. I stay where I am and he walks over. "You don't need to be out here for this. The boys tend to get distracted easily and I want these interviews to go off without a hitch."
   I swear the way he's acting you'd think I was trying to form a conga line or something. I don't want to fight with Paul. I feel like he could make his threat of replacing me with another writer very real if he thought I was causing problems. I turn around to head back to the bus when I hear Paul say "John why don't you talk Charlie on to the hotel she will be staying at tonight.
   I look back at Paul. I knew we would be staying over night because the boys have a show tonight and tomorrow, but I didn't realize I would be confined to sit there all day again. I start to protest until Paul looks at me like he waiting for me say something. I finally say "Can I at least get my things out of the bus first?" Paul nods and I head to get my things.
    When I get on the bus the thought occurs to me; what is Louis told Paul to get rid of me. Surely he wouldn't do that. I really didn't think it would be that big of a deal. What if seeing me on top of Harry yesterday and in the towel today makes him think I'm trying to come between them in some way? How do I get myself in these messes?