Niall’s P.O.V.
“What’s up?” I asked her as she had a slight frown on her face.
“It only comes with three pancakes…I want more than that…no I NEED more than that!” My jaw dropped as soon as she spoke. She wants more than three pancakes, wow. And she wasn’t even embarrassed that she wanted more. I vaguely heard all the lads crackin up but I was just staring at Charlotte with what must have been a huge grin on my face because when she looked over at me she started to blush. “What?” She asked in a confused voice.
“Just get two orders!” Lou told her, trying to contain his laughter.
“But that is only six pancakes…” My jaw dropped even farther. She wanted MORE than six pancakes…she must be an angel sent from heaven.
“I have never seen a girl eat more than six pancakes!!” Harry exclaimed.
“Well, better get used to it with me! I LOVE my food!” I joined in the laughter this time as well as Char. We were all crackin up and I was vaguely aware of the lads exchanging looks and then staring at me with smiles on their faces, but I only had eyes for Char.
Our usual waiter, Carson, came up and asked for our orders.
“Can I have three orders of the chocolate chip pancakes? Oh and some water!” I couldn’t believe that she had actually ordered three plates. She seriously is everything I have ever looked for.
“I’ll have the same as her.” I told Carson, rubbing my hands together in anticipation for the food. The rest of the lads ordered but I wasn’t really paying attention to them. I was more focused on Char.
“What?! They have whip cream!? I didn’t know that…” She said in a slightly sad slightly pouty voice. I laughed again, could she be more perfect?
“Hey, Carson! Can we get a LOT of whip cream?” I called down after him, anything for Char.
“Thanks Niall!” She gave me a huge smile that made my heart melt.
* * *
“I am SO full!” Char said as she pushed her plate away and slumped against the back of the booth. She had finished eight out of the nine pancakes she ordered. I had eaten all nine, obviously, but I was EXTREMELY impressed that she was able to finish at least eight. Harry, Lou, Zayn and Liam all stared at her with their mouths open.
“You do know it’s rude to stare…” Char trailed off in an attempt to act serious. At the same time we both burst into laughter at the lads faces. They soon joined in and we were all crackin up at the stupidest thing.
“Hey guys, here’s the check, have a good one!” Carson dropped off the check and walked off.
“I got the check last time!” Lou yelled.
“I didn’t bring my wallet…” Harry trailed off.
“Umm, right who wants to pay?” Liam asked.
“I got it.” I said, I wanted to buy Char her meal; it was the gentleman thing to do.
“Whoo!!” The lads chorused as I got out my wallet and put a card on the table. I then saw Char reaching in to her bag and pulling out her wallet.
“What’re you doin?”
“Paying for breakfast?” She said in a questioning voice.
“No you’re not, I am.”
She looked like she was going to protest before putting her wallet away. “Thank you!” She gave me a huge smile.
“Now its decorating time… I’m gonna head back to the apartment then go shopping. Is there a decorating/paint/furniture store around here you could point me to?”
“Sure, I’ll take you there once we all change.” I told her as we cautiously walked out of the café. Luckily all the paps were gone.
“Oh its fine you don’t have to take me, I’m just gonna get some paint, and I’m sure you guys are busy.” She said in a sweet voice, like she didn’t want to intrude in our lives.
“Nah its fine we aren’t bus-” Liam cut me off.
“We have an interview at 3 and its 12:30 now, we need to be going, but we should be back around 5 if you still want our help.” Damn it. I forgot about that interview.
“Ok, cool, and ya that’s fine, if you still want to help you are welcome too.”
Yeah, yeah
When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly
I pimp to the beat, walking on the street in my new lafreak, yeah
This is how I roll, animal print, pants outta control,
It's Redfoo with the big afro
And like Bruce Leroy I got the glow
Sexy and I Know It started blasting from Char’s purse and she quickly rummaged around in it until she brought out her phone. Zayn and I were walking next to her and she looked at the screen.
“It’s my mom.” She sounded panicked but quickly answered. “Hey Mum!” Her smile quickly faltered and she looked at Zayn with a worried look. He nodded at her and then said “Niall lets go catch up with the guys.” They were walking about thirty feet in front of us and Zayn pulled my arm to try and get me to catch up with them. But I was confused as to why Zayn didn’t want me to listen to the conversation, or why Char looked panicked. I looked at her face and I could tell that she wanted to speak privately so I let Zayn drag me forward.

Charlotte’s P.O.V
“How did the treatment last night go?” My mom asked over the phone. My eyes got wide as I looked at Zayn with worry. If I started to talk about it now I would break down, or at least get teary. Zayn seemed to understand and said something to Niall then started to drag him ahead to where the rest of the guys were walking.
“Umm, well not so well, but I am just about to head into my apartment and I really don’t want to explain everything right this second. I will call you back in five minutes when I am alone, okay?” I tried not to make it seem like it had went really badly but I knew my mom could tell that it wasn’t a good day yesterday.
“Sure sweetie, but make sure you call me, okay? Would it be better if we skyped? I miss seeing your face.” I smiled at the thought.
“Of course I can skype you. I will call you in a few.” I hung up the phone, took a few deep breaths and then fell into a slight jog to catch up to the guys.
Zayn heard me coming and looked back at me, his eyebrows rose, silently asking me if I was okay. I smiled, nodded and fell into step with them just in time to reach the complex.
“Hey have a good interview! And thank you for breakfast!” I told Harry, Lou and Niall as they were in a different building than I was. “Niall can you text me the address to that store? I’m just gonna catch a cab over there.” I went over to them and gave them each a hug.
“Sure thing Char! But are you sure you don’t want Paul to give you a ride? He’s our bodyguard, he’d be more than happy to take you.”
I smiled at his use of my nickname and at how thoughtful he was being. “I’m fine, you guys need protecting more than I do!” I joked. “Bye!”
Liam, Zayn and I all walked into the complex and headed into the elevator.
“So…” Liam and Zayn looked at me and started raising their eyebrows and winking.
“So…what?” I asked in the same tone with a confused look.
“Zayn, did you see Niall’s face when she ate all those pancakes? Liam directed his question at Zayn.
“Why, yes I did. Did you see his face Lottie?” Zayn smiled in a suggestive manor at me.
“Umm, no?” I was suspicious as to what they were talking about. The elevator finally came to a stop and the doors slid open. We all walked out, Zayn and Liam both had knowing grins on their faces. “What?” I asked in a curious tone.
“Oh, it’s nothing…see you later Char!” Liam smiled and casually walked away, whistling as he went.
“What was that about?” I asked Zayn.
“Oh, nothing…” He smiled mischievously at me. “Did you talk to your mum?”
“I told her I would call her back, I wanted to be in a private place in case I got upset.” Zayn nodded in understanding.
“Good luck with your chat then. I will swing by when we get back just to make sure you’re good for the boys to come over, ‘kay?”
“Sure, sounds good! Have fun with the interview!”
* * *
Surprisingly my chat with my mum didn’t go that bad. I told her all about the treatment, and I told her that I met some friends, but only one of them knew anything about what I was going through. She was glad I found someone to talk to about it. I had been on the phone with her for about a half-hour. It had been about 45 minutes since the boys and I split so I figured it was time to go buy some paint.
I headed into my closet and pulled on some capri length black yoga pants with cheetah print on the top, a long sleeve button up jean shirt, grey vans, grey arm warmers to help cover the bruises, and my favorite brown bag. I put my hair up into a cute bun because I didn’t feel like wearing a beanie. Grabbing my keys and wallet I locked the doors and headed out to get a cab. I found one quickly and told him the address that Niall had texted me.
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I hopped out of the cab and gave him some money before walking into the store. I walked around the paint section before deciding on a pretty blue for the kitchen, a light blue for my bedroom, a red and white for the other bedroom, a pretty purple for my bathroom, a simple grey for the other bathroom, and a darker blue for the living room. I bought a few other accessories as well, and I bout paintbrushes and rollers.
I grabbed a cab again and it took me a couple trips to get all the cans of paint and other stuff I bought into the car but the driver was very helpful. He helped me unload as well then tipped his hat at me and drove off. I hauled everything I bought into the elevator and finally into my flat. I took off my jean shirt to reveal a tank top underneath since I was sweating from carrying the cans. I tried not to show it, but I was very weak, ever since I started chemo I have been losing my muscle which is one reason the doctors want me to maintain a regular exercise schedule.
I started to move the furniture in the living room so I could set up a drop cloth. It took a lot longer than it should have, but I knew the boys would be there soon to help me. I had just finished putting drop cloths down around the living room when I heard a knock on the door. I peeked through the peephole to Zayn standing there alone. I quickly opened the door and he walked inside.
“How did the interview go?”
“It was fine, a little boring though; they asked all the same questions. There’s never any variety!”
“Aw man that sucks! I got all the paint I need so if you guys want to come over to help…” I trailed off a huge smile on my face.
“Haha of course we will come help! But, you might want to put on a longer sleeve shirt; the bruises haven’t even started to heal yet.” He told me this while he delicately lifted my arm to examine the bruises.
“Oh yeah, I will I just took it off cause I was so sweaty from carrying the supplies and moving the furniture.”
“We will do that so you don’t have to be hot. I’ll bring the guys over in five, they are all changing.” He waved as he left the flat. I walked over to the couch and put my jean shirt back on. I didn’t mind getting paint on it seeing as I had bought multiple of them when I got it. I went and changed into some old cotton shorts that I had no care for and took off my arm warmers. Grabbing my iPod I ran over to the stereo system I had bought and hooked up my music, turning the music up loud, but not too loud.
I was dancing around when I saw the boys walk in. I stopped dancing and walked over to them. I laughed and grabbed Harry who was in front and started dancing like a goof with him. We all cracked up and soon it was a full on dance party as we all jammed out to ‘We Are Young’ by Fun. By the time the song ended I was on the floor rolling around, dying of laughter as were the rest of the guys.
I tried to contain my laughter as I got up. “So, who’s up for painting?” They all cheered and grabbed a paintbrush. I put the music on shuffle and we all danced around as we painted the blue on the walls. We were all having a blast, snacking on the food that Niall had brought over and occasionally painting each other’s body. We had just about finished the last wall when a new song came on the stereo.
‘Fade to Black’ by Metallica started playing and I froze. I literally didn’t move a muscle; Zayn seemed to notice and quickly came over to me. He searched my face for what was wrong. He saw my eyes start to fill with tears and silently asked me what was wrong. This was her favorite song. She listened to it all the time. She said it explained the way she felt perfectly. I never really listened to it until after her death, and never truly realized it was about depression. A tear escaped my eye. I had been having a good time, I had gotten her off of my mind for the time being, and I didn’t want to be reminded right now. But how could I have fun now that she was gone? I had hardly thought about her since I had left the U.S. I started to feel extremely guilty and set down the paintbrush before going into the kitchen, sit down on the floor and lean against the counter.
I listened to the words of the song and the guitar, it truly was an amazing song, I just wished I had truly listened to it earlier, if I had she might be here today. Niall came over and took a seat next to me. He didn’t say anything, or smile; he just put an arm around me and pulled me in. I rested my head on his chest and let the tears start to fall.

Notes

Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to update, i've been really busy, so the next update will prabably come on thursday (sorry). So what do you guys think? What do you think of Zayn and Char's relationship? Char and Niall? tell me what you think!!
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