Complementary

eight

you haunt me - sir sly

zayn

It has been yet another week since I have last heard from Carlie.

I am starting to expect this to be routinely for her and I. We spend some time together, slowly learn more and more about one another, and then she disappears for just a bit. If it is deliberate or not - that is something I am still trying to figure out.

Louis mentioned her being 'fucked up in the head' when I had first asked about her. I don't know what his idea of 'fucked up in the head' is, but maybe he is referring to a situation like this. He said himself that he doesn't see her for days at a time, due to the fact that she is usually cooped up in her room, just writing. Maybe that is what she is doing now. Or maybe she is sleeping with another guy who doesn't care about her.

Either way, I should not be thinking about her this much.

But it is just so damn irritating. She has consumed my every waking thought ever since I met her that night in Louis' kitchen. There is something that draws me toward her. I love listening to her speak, I love watching the way her eyes ignite with a fire of passion while talking about her work. I love that she is unpredictable, and I love that she is like no one I have ever met before.

I sigh with annoyance, pushing myself off of my couch to answer the knock on my door. It is Harry and Niall, for sure this time. I had invited them over earlier, deciding time with someone who isn't Carlie - or related to her - is definitely something I could use.

They are chatting animatedly about something when I swing open the door to let them in. Niall greets me with a pat on the back and Harry plants a big, obnoxious, wet kiss on my cheek, walking straight past me and right to my living room.

"What's gotten you so happy, Harry?" I ask, amused by his way of greeting me.

He grins, placing a hand on Niall's thigh as he looks over at him. "You want me to tell him? Or do you want to?"

"Just get on with it." The blonde smiles.

I raise my eyebrows, anticipating what they are about to tell me. With the two of them, it could really be anything.

"Okay," Harry sighs. "We're moving in together."

I shake my head with a laugh, having expected something much bigger than this. Despite that, I am happy for my friends. They are crazy about each other and I secretly think they have wanted to move in together from the moment they first met each other.

"That's great, guys. Congratulations." I finally say.

"Thanks, Zayn," Niall chirps. "We're moving downtown - into one of those penthouses. You know where I'm talking about? Right near that bar where we first found you about a year ago -"

"Yes, I know where you're talking about." I snap, referring to when they first met me. I was drunk off my ass.

"Isn't that funny though, man?" Harry asks. "We're moving in to a place that's right near where we first met you."

I shoot him a mock-excited face. "So funny, Harry. I'm so happy to be a part of your love story."

He rolls his eyes, laughing a bit. "You should be."

I chuckle and get up, offering them a coffee or beverage of the like and they accept. I go to the kitchen and fumble with the coffeemaker, which reminds me of that time Carlie sat in my kitchen and told me I made her the worst cup of coffee she ever had the displeasure of tasting. I smile to myself.

"Anyway," I hear Niall's voice as him and Harry come to the kitchen, sitting at the small wooden table I put in the corner. "We're having a housewarming party. You should come, and bring someone. Maybe that girl you always talk about."