Made Up

Chapter 8

Charlie POV
It's been a week since I kissed Louis. When I woke up the next morning I really couldn't believe it had happened. Judging by the massive headache I had I had drank a good bit. I rolled off the couch and went in search of a bottle of water. I found Niall and Harry at the kitchen table looking at a plate of toast. I got my water and sat beside Harry. I didn't want to look at Harry because if I did I'm pretty such I would break out in hives from embarrassment. I can't believe I made out with his boyfriend in front of him and he seemed to enjoy it. Stuff like that only happened on sleazy bdsm novels. As long as I sit beside him I can look at Niall which is a slightly less embarrassing option.
After a minute I finally ask "Is anyone going to eat the toast, or it is just a new art piece?"
Niall looks at me with a half smile "I'm trying to work up the courage, but I just don't see it happening." He grabs my bottle of water and heads back to his bed.
So I'm left with just Harry. I go get another bottle of water and debate whether to follow nails example and go back to lay down or actually face the day ahead. I turn to go to the back when Louis walks out of the bathroom. I didn't even know he was up. I feel the fire in my face growing with every step he takes closer. What will he do? Will he saying something about last night? Will he ignore me? Will he try to kiss me again? I hope he doesn't try to kiss me I seriously need to brush my teeth first. I look down at my bottle of water. I guess I thought if I didn't see him and couldn't see me.
He stops in front of me and I look up. I'm so scared as to what I will see when I reach his face. I stop when I'm eye level with his collar bones. I can't make myself look him in the eyes. He puts his hand under my chin and pushes my head up to where I'm looking him strait in the eyes. "Good morning Charlie how are you feeling this morning?"
The asshole isn't even hung over. What the hell kind of nightmare is this?
Louis smiles at me and walks to the stove. "Who wants eggs?"
I hear Harry groan and I head back to the couch with my water. I drink about half the bottle of water even though I don't really want it. I lay down and pull the covers back over my head.
I woke up a little after noon that day feeling almost human again. All the boys were up and moving no worse for the ware. I kept waiting for someone to say something about the night before but no one mentioned it.
Here we are a week later and still nothing has been said, at least not to me or around me. I've wondered several times if the boys have talked about it when I'm not around.
This past week has flown by. The boys have had a show every night in a different city, so it's been non stop travel. I have sat down with all of them individually and gotten most of the interviews done. I have to finish them over the next week because I'm taking off a couple days to go to my cousin's wedding and when I come back I have to have the first section drafted to show at a management meeting.
I've never worked with such hard deadlines before. I'm not sure if I can write as well under the pressure of a time restraint.
Also tonight is the first night we will be staying at a hotel since the incident with John. I haven't even seen him since that horrible day. I try not the think about any of it. I will make sure I keep my room key to myself this time and no one will be able to get in.

Louis POV
     This past week has been torture. If I thought I wanted Charlie badly before it's only gotten worse since we kissed. I know what she taste like now and I crave it. I've tried to stay away from her as much as possible. Every time I see her I want to grab her again. The first morning I thought she might bring it up but after the whole day passed and she didn't I took it to mean she was probably ashamed or embarrassed.
    The boys keep picking on me about it but only when Charlie is not around. Harry wants me to try again. He thinks I will regret it if I let Charlie leave never having given it a real try. I don't know what to do. How do you walk up to a girl and say hey I know I'm in a serious relationship but I think your hot. I really liked kissing you and you seemed to enjoy it too. Can I fuck  you now just to see what we both think. Harry could say it. Harry could tweet it and women all over the world would be willing to line up and wait their turn.
    I've never been smooth like that. Most days I'm still in shock that Harry loves me like he does. The first time I saw Harry we were at the X factor auditions. I saw him across the room and I thought he was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. He was talking to someone and he laughed and I almost lost my breath. Later we ran into each other in the toilet. I just said oops and tried to walk on by but Harry said hi. When I looked up and saw who he was I couldn't speak. I walked out trying to not embarrass myself, but he followed me and said "Hi I'm Harry." I don't tell many people this but I think that was the moment I fell in love with him.
    We went through boot camp and continued to hang out. I knew that Harry would be a star one day even if he didn't win the contest. One day I asked him for a picture I said it was for when he became famous but I really just wanted a picture to remember him by.
   When we got put in the band I couldn't believe I was given a chance to spend more time with Harry. I really didn't think we would ever become anything that we have. Being able to tour the world and sing for millions of people has been a dream come true and I've loved every minute but I sometimes wonder what it would be like if we had never gotten called back that day. If I had walked out of the
X factor with just Harry's picture and a name to possibly look up on Twitter. I think we would have found each other eventually. Harry is my soulmate I don't think there is anything that could keep us completely apart.
   If my teenage awkwardness wasn't enough to chase him away nothing is. I remember always wanting to be beside Harry. Always wanting to talk to him or have a reason to touch him. I knew at some point he was going to tell me to back off and I lived in fear of that day. Luckily it never came. We continued to get closer and when we left the X factor we moved into a flat together. I remember one night the other lads had come over but when they left it was just me and Harry sitting on the sofa. It was the same as every other night but something about it felt different. I noticed Harry playing with his hair
a lot more than usual. That always means he has something on his mind.
    I went to get ready for bed and Harry followed me. "Louis can I ask you something?"
    "Sure! What's up?" I looked at him as I took my shirt off.
    "Have you looked online at everything people are saying about me and you. About how we look at each other like we are secretly dating and stuff?"
    Truthfully I had read a lot of the fan fiction and tabloid stories about us. I had even wished some of them were true, but I could never bring myself to admit that. "Harry you know better than to read any of that bullshit. It's just people who have nothing better to do."
    I saw his shoulder fall a little as he turned around to go to his own room. He even looked a little sad. I'll never know where the my courage came from that night but I followed Harry to his room and asked "If those stories were true what would you do? If I told you right now that I wanted to kiss you, what would you say?"
     Harry broke out into his most beautiful smile yet. His whole face lit up like I had never seen. Something in me just knew that he wanted me as much as I wanted him and I went for it. I walked over and kissed him. I won't say it was a very smooth move. I think I bit both of our lips in the process but it's still the best kiss of my life.
    I stayed in Harry's room that night and we kissed a lot but that was all we done. The next morning neither of us really knew what to say, so we didn't say anything. We left that day for a press trip and we were too afraid to do anything around the other lads. When we got back to our flat a week later I had all but given up on anything ever happening again. I was so tired I went right to bed and about an hour later Harry knocked on my door.
    He opened my door and said "Louis can I come kiss you, please?" I think that moment is definitely in my top ten favorite moments with Harry.
    Someone looking at us from the outside might think I pictured myself stud after having The Harry Styles fall in love with me, but it's almost the opposite. I know how lucky I am to have Harry in my life and how lucky we are to be able to live the life that we are, and to be able to do all the wonderful things that we have. I feel like if I tried to add Charlie to that mix that it may be too much for one person to ask for and I may lose everything.
   I know it sounds crazy but it's a thought stuck in the back of my head and I don't know what to do to get rid of it.
    We don't have a show tonight but we do have a full day of press interviews tomorrow. After so many radio stations got mobbed by fans we've had to do things a little differently than most bands. We stay at a hotel and rent out their banquet space. We break up into teams of two or three and take turns talking to all the reports, bloggers, radio stations, and who ever decides to show up. It's always a whole day affair and it gets really tiring towards the end but it's the easiest safest way we've been able to do things lately.
    We'll get to the hotel tonight so that we can wake up and get an early start tomorrow. Harry mentioned to me that he's worried about Charlie and whatever had her so anxious at the last hotel. I told him we would keep an eye on her and if she seems upset we can talk to her.