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Charly

Chapter 6

It took her a while, but she finally heard the banging on her door. She got up and for a split second, she thought it was Ethan, but that was clearly not the case. He was at home fucking her best friend Dale. She rushed up to the door and opened it quickly. “What?”, she asked harshly and stared right into Liam’s shocked face. “Is everything alright? I heard you screaming ‘til the end of the corridor. I thought someone broke in and was raping you”, he looked honestly concerned and ready to attack. “I kinda got fucked, so you’re right there”, Charly couldn’t help but being sarcastic about it, it was her way to deal with things. Liam looked over her shoulder to scan the room. “No one’s in here”, she answered his unspoken question. “But something happened”, Liam wasn’t asking a question. Her face looked like she had seen a ghost or something. Charly didn’t feel like talking about it, but she had been there for Liam as Sophia had broken up with him about a week ago, she knew that he would understand. She took a deep breath and looked up. “Ethan wanted to talk to me tonight to tell me that…he ends the relationship with me because he ‘met’ someone new”, she explained, but couldn’t find the heart to go into more detail, but Liam didn’t need them.
“Oh, Charly, I’m so sorry”, he said and hugged her tight, which brought the tears back to her eyes, but she didn’t want to cry over that jerk. “Come on, let’s go”, he said after he let go of her. “Where? I really don’t feel like going out”, she said and shook her head. “Who said something about going out? Let’s get a drink. What you need right now, is to get really pissed”, Liam said and pulled at her arm. “I’m already pissed, but okay”, she replied and let him guide her to the elevators. “Wait, I forgot my purse”, she said and wanted to go back to her room. “Don’t worry, we’ll just go downstairs to the hotel bar and we’ll charge it on the room”, Liam held her back and at just that moment the doors of the elevator slid open. “But I’m not dressed for the hotel bar”, she said and looked down on her short jeans shorts. “Me neither”, he said and they both looked at his baggy sweatpants and his oversized shirt.
As they were about to enter the bar, Charly looked around and saw that the few people that were there, all looked dressed up and she suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Also she didn’t know if she could keep it together. “Liam, I really don’t feel like going in there”, she held him back at the entrance. “Okay, then just wait a second”, he said, gave her a reassuring smile and went in. After just a few moments, he came back with a bottle of what looked like whiskey or tequila and two glasses. “Come on”, he said and grabbed her hand. He led her through the lobby and through the doors next to the elevators, right to the stairway. “What do you think?”, he asked and opened his arms wide. “Perfect”, she smiled and sat down with him on the stairs. “I found this place earlier today. Someone rarely comes by”, Liam said, opened the bottle and poured some in the two glasses. “Cheers!”, they clinked glasses.
“Do you want to talk about it?”, he asked after their first sip. Charly wasn’t used to too much alcohol. “What is this?”, she asked and pulled a face. “Tequila. You didn’t answer”, he pointed out. “Do you like Tequila? I’m not sure, but I think I can get used to it”, she said. “You’re dodging”, he said and took another sip. “Isn’t that answer enough? I don’t want to talk about it”, she noted. “Okay. Then we’ll just sit here and get drunk”, he shrugged his shoulders. She took a second to think about it, he was really kind to her and he deserved to know at least a tiny bit, why she was so upset. “Ethan’s gay now, that’s way he left me”, she said while staring at the wall and took another sip. She pulled a face at the taste, but better than nothing. Getting drunk was her best option right now and at least she was not alone.
Liam almost spilled his drink as she told him. “He’s what?”, he asked shocked. She shrugged her shoulders and emptied her cup. “Fill me up, Payne”, she said and held her glass up to him. He poured the brown liquid and filled her cup right up. “That’s a though one”, he said, pulling his eyebrows up.”You don’t say”, she said sarcastically. The two kept drinking without talking.
“I kinda should have known”, Charly said after a few minutes of drunk silence. “There had been signs, I guess”, she continued. Liams head fell over to her side like it was too heavy for him to control. “When we had sex, he really loved it when I put my finger in his bum”, she recollected. “Why would you do that?”, Liam asked and pulled a face. “He really liked it and…oh”, she suddenly stopped. “Oh my god“, she sighed. „What? What just happened?“, Liam asked confused. „He always called me Charly, never Charlotte. AH-AND he loved me in baggy jeans and a wide t-shirt. I thought it was cute, but he was just turning me into a boy”, she laughed, but that laughter quickly turned into tears. “I am so dumb, Liam. I…”, she whined and got interrupted by her own sobbing. “Oh no, you’re not. Come here”, he said and pulled her in his arms. Now she legitimately started crying. All she had held back the whole evening came out now, right onto Liam’s shirt. “So-horry, I’m ma-haking your shirt a-all wet”, she sobbed at his chest. “Oh, don’t worry about it”, he wiped away her concerns.
After a while she sat back up and her head was spinning. “I turned my boyfriend gay”, Charly sighed sadly with a red nose and swollen eyes. “You know it doesn’t work that way”, Liam told her. “I know”, she resigned and looked down at her hands. Her vision blurred and she had trouble focusing. “But what should I think? I mean, I was with him for 3 years and now he left me for my best friend”, Charly told him. “Wait what? You said before that he was gay”, Liam recalled and had serious problems keeping his head up. The bottle was almost empty and that took its toll now. “My best friend is a guy, my gay best friend…well, now ex-best friend…but still very gay with my now gay ex-boyfriend…hand me the bottle, Liam”, she said and strechted out her arm. He handed it to her without any further comment, but with his eyes wide open. Even for his drunk and blurred mind, this was quite a shocker.
“Okay, to wrap this all up”, he said, twirled his finger in the air and that made him almost fall over, “the two are douchbags which you will never speak to again. But believe me one thing, love: you are not turning guys gay”, she almost didn’t understand his gibberish. She shook her head. “I cannot believe you, Liam. That’s the only experience with men I’ve got. Guy has sex with me, turns gay”, she listed. “Oh shut up, that’s total bullshit, you’re beautiful. Every guy would be happy to have sex with you”, Liam said to her with big gestures. “Every guy? Even you?”, she joked. “Yeah, why not”, he shrugged his shoulders. Charly looked at him with big eyes for a few seconds then burst into laughter. “What?”, Liam asked.
“Oh come on, I’ve seen your girlfriend. You can’t tell me you like things like that?”, she said and lifted her shirt. Liam stared at her half-naked upper body. He couldn’t hold perfectly still because of the alcohol. “What? Boobs? I like those things VERY much“, he finally said. “Oh shut up”, she laughed and covered his eyes with her hand while letting her shirt back down. As she wanted to take another sip of the bottle, she found it empty. “Damn, did we drink this whole thing up?”, she looked at with big eyes. “Seems like it”, Liam said and actually had to hick. “Okay, I think it’s time we go to bed”, she mumbled and pulled herself off the stairs by the banisters and swayed dangerously. “Whoa”, she said out loud and put her arms out to balance. She was totally hammered. “Help me up”, Liam almost screamed at her although she was literally standing next to him. She turned around and grabbed his hand. She pulled as hard as she could. “God, you’re heavy. Help a little, will ya?”, she grunted and as he pushed himself off the stairs they almost fell over to the other side. He held her up just the last second and they hit the wall, her head smashed against it. “Ouch”, she pressed her eyes together but had to laugh. His face was very close and she could smell the Tequila on his breath. “Why do I always get hurt when you’re around?”, she muttered and looked up. She had problems focusing on his face. “Cause I’m a bad guy”, he said in a low, husky voice. She stared at his eyes and had to swallow. His face came even closer. Charly couldn’t tell if it was from affection or just the alcohol giving him problems to hold his balance. Her mouth went dry and she tried to swallow again.
The door swung open and a couple in their mid-thirties stumbled into the staircase. They seemed also very drunk. “Scusi”, the man said and they left. Liam took a step back and got a bit out of balance. “We should go back up”, she said and supported herself on the wall while walking towards the door. Sure enough they ran right into the guys coming back from the club. As insecure Charly was about her outfit at first down in the hotel bar, the much it didn’t matter to her now. “Hey guys”, she shouted right through the lobby and stumbled towards Lisa and Lou. They were drunk too and Lisa carried her shoes in her hand. “BIG NEWS you guys”, Charly said and put her arms up in the air. Niall hung on Zayn because he had some trouble walking straight. “I’m a single lady now”, she said. “Wow, how crappy are your dates?”, Louis commented. “Oh, darling, sweetie, love, are you okay?”, Lisa asked and put her face between her hands to make Charly look her in the eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine…and drunk”, Charly chuckled. Now she could laugh. She didn’t know about tomorrow, but she didn’t care at the moment. “I’m pretty pissed as well”, Liam raised his hand in the back. “Hey gurl, does that mean you come party with us now?”, Harry said and danced in front of her. “Yeah, totally”, Charly said and joined in. She had never experienced such a low level of consciousness of herself, but also, she had never been that drunk. “But not tonight, you’re all pretty pissed”, Lou said and grabbed both Harry’s and Charly’s hand to pull them towards the elevators. “What time is it?”, Lisa asked. “About 3 in the morning”, Zayn said after quite a long look at his phone.
As the elevator came, the all squeezed in and waited for it to arrive at their floor. The shortness of fresh air all of a sudden didn’t do so well with Charly. “Uh, god, I feel sick”, she said and went all pale. “God, when do these doors open?!”, Louis jokingly screamed and banged against the closed doors. “If she throws up, I’ll join in”, Niall mumbled and talked with such a strong Irish accent that almost no one understood him. As the doors finally slid open, they all scattered quickly. “Are you alright, Charly?”, Liam asked and put his hand on her back. “No”, she said truthfully. “Come on, let’s get you to your room quickly. I don’t know what you had, but probably way to much of that”, Lisa said and guided her to her room. Liam was following right behind to make sure Charly was okay, but also because his room was next to hers. “It was half a bottle of Tequila”, he told Lisa. “And you took care of the other half?”, she asked and shook her head smiling. “Oh the kids have found a bottle of alcohol and had some fun”, she said to Lou staggering by. “Tequila? Lord have mercy”, Lou said and put up her folded hands like praying to god as she walked inside her room. “Does that mean I’m taking care of her all by myself?”, Lisa asked sarcastically. “I can help you”, Liam said and dropped against the wall. “Yes, you will be a big help”, she rolled her eyes. “Come on, man”, Harry said and guided Liam into his hotel room by his shoulders.
“I think I’m gonna throw up”, Charly said and held her hand in front of her mouth. “Then we better get in”, Lisa said and quickly pulled out her keycard to open the door. Charly immediately pushed it open and ran to the toilet. As soon as she saw it, the vomit burst out of her mouth. “Oh sweetie”, Lisa said at the door. That word made Charly even sicker. She had no memory of how her hair came up to a ponytail, but all of a sudden she wasn’t puking on them anymore. “Darling, the next time you think about drinking Tequila…just don’t do it, okay?”, Lisa said and rubbed her back. Charly just nodded her head. “Half a bottle…un-nece-ssary”, Lisa kept talking. “Shut up”, Charly pressed out. “Oh yeah, right, sorry, but really, no more Tequila for you, young lady”, Lisa ended and kept rubbing her back until Charly felt empty enough to go to her bed.