The sound of heavy, loud snores woke Jaime up the next morning. Groaning quietly, she turned over and covered her head with her pillow, hoping to drown out the sounds. It almost worked before the snores became louder and louder. Eventually, Jaime was forced to climb out of bed.

She almost grabbed her pillow and went to sleep on the couch when she saw what time it was. It was almost eleven in the morning! She shouldn't have been surprised by sleeping in this late since she took a long nap yesterday, but still. It was a lot of hours she spent sleeping.

So instead of going back to sleep, she wandered into the kitchen to start up a pot of coffee and make a small brunch for her and Charlie. Jaime wasn't sure if he was still feeling okay, but letting him sleep a little longer couldn't hurt.

Jaime pulled out a box of pancake mix and made a small amount, enough pancakes for two. Along with it, she fried up some pieces of bacon and boiled a couple of eggs. She split the food between two plates and set Charlie's in the microwave until he woke up.

While Jaime ate slowly, she finally looked at her messages – she felt she had been so busy with Louis and Charlie she didn't have time to even see if her best friend had messaged her, which she had. Five unread messages were from Macy.

In order from first sent to most recent, they read:

Are you ever going to tell me what's been going on? You never called me back.

Jaime Butler, you owe me an explanation.

Why aren't you answering your messages or calls?

Are you even alive?

You know what, I won't text you anymore. Since you're oh-so-busy with your new life in London, you don't have time for me anymore and I guess I get that now. Sorry for bothering you.

Guilt sent a sharp pang through Jaime's heart. It sunk into her stomach as she read her messages. Jaime realized she hurt Macy. She really, really hurt her feelings in trying to keep this situation from her.

Immediately, Jaime called her. As the phone pressed against her ear, she heard the ringing of her phone. Three rings.... Five rings... Seven, with no answer... Then her voice mail hit.

"It's Macy!" her cheery voice. "Either I'm away and can't answer my phone or I'm asleep and refuse to wake up to answer. I'll call you back as soon as I can! Leave a message at the beep!"

There was the sound of the beep that signaled the okay to leave a message.

"It's Jaime," she said, her voice trembling. "I... I just got your messages and I think we need to have a long conversation. Today, hopefully. Call me back when you can. I love you."

Macy never deserved this treatment. She was Jaime's best friend, and she deserved the truth – no matter the consequences. No more lies, no more half-truths. Whenever Macy called back, Jaime was going to tell her everything and leave nothing out.

To pass the time, Jaime cleaned the apartment and every room with exception to Louis' bedroom. Halfway through cleaning the bathroom, Charlie stumbled out of the bedroom, running a hand through his faded hair.

"Good afternoon," she greeted him with a grin. Charlie grunted back a response. "You were in bed all morning, sleepyhead. I made food and a plate's in the microwave for you."

Charlie said something under his breath that Jaime couldn't understand but he was already in the kitchen, digging out his food. She disappeared into the bathroom again until it was finished.

All day she waited for her phone to go off, for a message or a phone call – anything. However when Louis sent her an occasional text to see how she and Charlie were doing, she was slightly disappointed it wasn't Macy.

Jaime knew she really hurt Macy's feelings. So it shouldn't come as a surprise that Macy wasn't responding to her text messages and calls. After all, it was a little expected. Jaime did keep the truth from her best friend. Macy had every right to ignore Jaime. So that's why after the third unanswered message and phone call, she called it quits. If she was going to respond, she would have done so already.

To distract herself she and Charlie played the game console in Louis' living room. Though he'd seen Louis play it and Jaime occasionally, Charlie got a run-through of one of the easier video games.

The rest of the day was slow. With no response from Macy, Jaime purposely kept herself entertained so she wouldn't have to think about her, but it was difficult. Her best friend would invade her mind more often than she wanted.

Charlie went to bed early, however, claiming he was tired. This piqued Jaime's curiosity. He nearly slept until one in the afternoon today, he couldn't have been tired unless there was something wrong.

That instinctive feeling tugged at her gut again. She could feel her gut telling her that something wrong was going to happen, something bad. But like before she shrugged it off. She was being silly, that's all.

So until she was tired, Jaime flickered through the TV channels and watched a few movies.

The next day was just as the same, only Charlie was awake before her. He had dark eye circles underneath his eyes, his eyes drooped heavily. Charlie looked exhausted and like he barely got any sleep last night. And when asked, that's exactly what he said – he barely got any sleep last night. For some unknown reason, his body wouldn't let him sleep any longer. A couple times throughout the day he attempted to take a nap, but it was unsuccessful.

The third day without Louis was much like the first. Charlie was tired, exhausted, had darker eye circles, and was significantly paler. The instinctive feeling tugged harder at Jaime's gut. It was hard to ignore and she had a feeling she knew what was going on, but she squashed that thought down before her mind could dwell on it any longer.

"Are you okay?" she asked as Charlie passed up on lunch that same day. "Honestly, you don't look to well, Charlie. What's going on?"

He rubbed his forehead, his face scrunched up in confusion as he spoke. "Strange dreams... Memories, they felt like. Ones that I've had before when I was fulfilling wishes on Earth in previous times."

Jaime's heart thudded loudly in her chest.

She whispered, "Do you remember anything?"

A weight lifted off her shoulders and she sighed in relief when Charlie answered. "No. The dream... it was a blur. Everything happened so quickly but I knew. I knew what I was dreaming about."

Jaime rubbed his shoulder comfortingly and offered to make him a cup of tea, which he accepted gratefully. Charlie was tired all day, like the day before and even dozed off a couple times on the couch.

Most of the day, however, was spent reading. Jaime read aloud the few books she found in the apartment and the ones she had brought with. She spoke loud and clear so Charlie would hear her well enough. He sat in perfect silence, never interrupting or complaining. Jaime finished one book by late evening and by that time, she and Charlie were tired enough to crawl into bed.

After putting on a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt, Jaime slid into bed and raised the blankets up to her chin. Charlie hadn't yet fallen asleep, he was staring at the ceiling with a blank expression.

"Charlie?" she whispered.

He turned his head so he was facing her. There was a peaceful expression in his eyes when moonlight filtered through the window, shining on his face. Jaime almost looked taken aback. She hadn't seen something like that in his eyes before. He looked content, like everything was all right no matter how the future panned out to be.

"I have something to tell you," she whispered quietly. He said nothing, waiting expectantly. "For the past few days, I've gotten this feeling... I don't understand it. It's bad, definitely, but I'm having a hard time understanding it. It's what I would feel when someone tells me goodbye, as if they're leaving my life."

The words she just said finally clicked and realization dawned on her. She glanced up at Charlie with wide, panicked eyes, grasping his hand tightly.

"No!" Jaime cried out. "You can't leave me just yet. Please, stay with me. Don't go."

Charlie smiled at her sadly. He knew it was his time soon and that he couldn't delay it much longer. His time here on Earth was coming to an end, but to see the pain so clear in this human's eyes – his human, his Jaime – made him want to stay the night with her. Just this night. Then, he would have to leave. He was not human, he did not belong on Earth.

So he told her, "Yes. I'll stay."

Charlie squeezed her hand softly and assured her again he wasn't going to leave tonight. He promised her, even. Then, Charlie whispered her about a story where a lost star fell from the sky and found his home with a special human who took the star completely by surprise.

Jaime fell asleep with her hand wrapped tightly around Charlie's. He didn't untangle their hands as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. This was the last time he would be near Jaime like this, so close and so comfortable. He didn't want to forget how warm her hand was, how soft it felt against his hands.

Charlie woke up before Jaime did. He was losing his power to tie himself to Earth, to Jaime. Therefore, his body was weakening. He was tired all the time, aching in places that hadn't ached before. Charlie was exhausted and he knew it the moment it started happening.

But telling Jaime what he knew was a mistake. He saw the pain in her eyes when she realized he would be leaving soon. He didn't want to face that pain again, to see it written so clearly on her face.

So one last time, he stared down at his human sleeping peacefully. Her blonde curls were spread out around the pillow in a tangled mess, her eyelids shut and hiding those wonderful green eyes of hers. She looked beautiful when she slept. Peaceful and happy, like she was in a land where nothing and no one could touch her.

This human was his, in a manner of speaking. He was chosen to fulfill her wish, to make her happier and open her eyes to newer and better things. He intended to occupy her all throughout the holiday season. When he began to see through Jaime and see her true personality he realized what needed to be done.

Jaime had a tendency to deny every romantic feeling she ever felt for someone. He suspected that was the case and it was only confirmed when they found Louis. Even the blue-haired woman Jaime and Louis were friends with saw the attraction she held for the singer in her green eyes. It was there, but Jaime didn't want to see it.

But still, he knew Jaime didn't see it. She didn't believe it was anything worth pursuing.

As a last resort he found a pen and paper and jotted down a letter. He stuffed in a place where only Jaime would find it, no one else and returned to her side in the bedroom.

This human changed his life. Throughout the many times he'd been on Earth, she was the first he was able to befriend. The first human that talked to him, laughed with him, and didn't think anything other than him being a friend. Jaime was special, and he would never forget that.

He would never forget her – his only and closest friend.

I totes cried while writing the ending. Bye bye Charlie. </3

EDIT: I'm still figuring out what to do with this story, publish it or not. But regardless, I'm not posting anymore chapters. No matter what I do with this story it's turning into an original novel. That means no One Direction or anything - original only. And that means lots of editing. So I want the ending to be a surprise. 

Don't kill me for cutting it off here. I love you all. Thanks for the support.

More information to come soon, stay tuned!!! Keep this in your libraries!