Different

Chapter 49

Charlotte's point of view

I feel the mattress move under me and my eyes flicker as I see Harry getting off the bed.

"What time is it ?" I mumble, half asleep.

"Shhh, go back to sleep baby girl, it's only 9 . I'm just going for a run with Liam"

He gently strokes my cheek before heading to the wardrobe to get dressed.

"I said go back to sleep" he smirks, feeling my gaze on his bare chest.

"I'm not tired anymore"

"Of course you are. You have a hangover and you only slept for 4 hours."

"I'm fine, I swear"

I get up, maybe a bit too fast because my head starts spinning and I immediately fall on the bed again.

"Wow, easy love"

"My head hurts"

"You had too much to drink last night"

I nod and get up again, more slowly this time.
Harry steps towards me and pulls me into a hug, kissing my forehead.

"I'll be back soon, get some rest. Please."

I answer by standing on my tip toes and kissing him softly.

"I love you 'Arry"

"I love you more" he answers, imitating my French accent.
I giggle and pull back, pushing him towards the door.

"C'mon go, Liam must be waiting for you"

Once Harry's gone, I try to fall back asleep but memories from the party come back to my mind. It was a funny night, and it was nice to see all of my friends again - well except Ben that I kinda ignored. I had a lot of fun when Niall taught me -at least tried-  Irish dancing. The poor baby was too drunk to dance so he was falling on the floor at every move
Then I remember begging Harry for playing truth or dare and, jeez, I kissed Louis ! Weirdly, I don't know if it was because I was drunk or because he's a great kisser, but it felt... Good. It shouldn't be though. I mean, I love Harry. Louis is only my best friend. He's always been even more, like a brother to me. Well... He used to be my crush when I was 14 and I was totally in love with him but that was another time . Now I love Harry. Right ?

I sigh and check the time on my phone. It's been only 10 minutes since Liam and Harry left. I go downstairs to the kitchen to have my breakfast and run into Louis.

" 'Morning Char' "

"Hey..." I avoid his gaze, not sure about  how I should act after what we did last night. He probably notices my embarrassment because he adds:

"You know, about last night, I don't want it to come between our friendship. Anyway, it didn't mean anything, right ?"

"Of course !" I exclaim,  trying to convince myself more than him

"Good, good"

And then we have breakfast in silence, embarrassment in the air , until -thank God- Liam and Harry come back.

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Louis' point of view

It's almost 6pm now and we still haven't heard from Modest to give us information about the show tomorrow in Manchester.

"Harry, did Modest -"

"Shhhh, Char fell asleep" he cuts me off, glancing at Charlotte who's sleeping, her head burried in her arms, resting on the kitchen table. I open my mouth again to finish my sentence but I'm interrupted by a Skype call  from Harry's laptop.

"Talking about Modest..." he whispers before returning his gaze to me  "Louis would you mind carrying Charlotte to her bed ? I really need to take this call"

"Hm yeah sure"

Harry shoots me a smile before picking up and I wrap my arms around Charlotte to carry her. She's quite light.

I carry her up to her room, being careful not to wake her up. It'd feel really awkward if she wakes up and finds herself in my arms, after the day we've had. We kept ignoring each other, feeling super embarrassed about last night I guess. The thing is that if this kiss really meant nothing for the both of us, it wouldn't have made us so embarrassed. We wouldn't have paid attention to it and we'd have kept acting as we used to.

The problem is that I don't know if it really meant nothing to me.

I mean it was nice and it felt good. Maybe it was just because she's a good kisser and I was definitely very drunk. Or maybe it wasn't just that...

I shake my head to clear my thoughts. No, no fucking way, I can't have feelings for my best friend who's also my other best friend's girlfriend.

"Louis ? What are you doing ?" Her voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I realize she's woken up and my arms are still wrapped around her body, even though I've laid her down on the bed.

"S-Sorry, I-Harry asked me to carry you to your room so you could keep sleeping" I blush

"Where is he ?"

"In the kitchen, on the phone with Modest"

"Ah..."

Her eyes meet mine and she immediately looks down, her cheeks blushing. This whole situation is so embarrassing, I really hope it doesn't ruin our friendship.

"Well hum... I'm gonna go back downstairs"

"Yeah sure..."