It was evening when Jaime came back to the apartment, hands full with her purse and shopping bags. Charlie glanced up from the television as she heaved her way through the small apartment, raising an eyebrow. Louis peeked his head around the corner to see Jaime disappear into the guest bedroom with her shopping backs and come out minutes later, arms free.

"I would have been back sooner if it weren't for Kimmie and her sudden shopping spree. That girl..." Jaime had no words to describe Kimmie and shopping. "She can't take no for an answer – at all. Did you know that?"

The grin on Louis' face was enough for an answer, but he spoke anyway, laughing. "Yeah, I did. You learn to live with it."

"She bought me three complete outfits," Jaime mumbled as she entered the kitchen. Grabbing a glass from the dishwasher, she poured herself a glass of orange juice. "No matter how many times I refused, she still bought me clothes – shoes included."

"What's so wrong about that?" Louis asked leaning against the counter opposite of her.

This question took her by surprise. She blinked up at him, wondering why he would ask something like that. Or maybe it was something in her voice that gave her away...

"I'm not used to people spending money on me," she shrugged, taking a large swig of her drink. "Never have been used to it, so I guess I'm uncomfortable with it, that's all."

He said, "Kimmie has always loved spending money on people. She can spend a hundred dollars on someone and not think twice about it. That girl... she has a very kind and generous soul."

Jaime chugged the rest of the orange juice, set the glass in the sink and followed Louis to the living room. Plopping down next to Charlie, she sighed as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I know," Jaime murmured quietly, replying to Louis. "But I just feel like I have to do something in return, you know?"

He shrugged in return. "You don't have to. Really, Kimmie doesn't mind spending money on her friends."

But Jaime was already asleep by the time Louis finished speaking. She slept peacefully, her breathing even and her chest rising and falling, with her head on Charlie's shoulder. The corner of his lips turned up at the sight, before he placed a small blanket over her.

Jaime woke up hours later, the muscles in her neck and shoulders sore. Sitting up, she realized she wasn't on the couch where she passed out, but instead on the bed. The room was empty, and unreasonably warm, so she kicked the covers off before running a hand through her messy blonde curls.

She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and sat in the bed for a moment. Falling asleep minutes after she got home wasn't her plan, but shopping was truly exhausting. With Kimmie, it was anyway.

Eventually, Jaime retreated from the bedroom and found Charlie in the living room alone. He smiled at her, teeth gleaming. She smiled back as she sat down next to him.

"All alone?" she asked him.

"Louis is in bed. He said he has to be on a plane early in the morning," Charlie said. He reached to the coffee table in front of them, snatching a white folded piece of paper and handed Jaime a letter. "He also said that when you wake up that you need to read this."

Frowning, she opened it to see Terrance's messy handwriting.

Jaime, it read,

I have to catch an early flight tomorrow. Work, you know. I will be gone for a week, I think. You and Charlie have the place to yourselves. Remember, don't answer the door for anyone or buzz anyone up. No one knows you're there besides a few of my closest friends and they won't bother you.

- Louis

There was a slight pang in her chest when she realized she wouldn't be seeing Louis for a while. But it was quickly replaced when she also realized she could spend time with Charlie. Her time was mostly centered around Kimmie and Louis lately, and she felt guilty. Charlie had come to Earth for her, to make her wish happen.

Forcing a smile on her face, she turned to Charlie. "It just says he will be gone for a week and not to open the door for anyone – as usual."

He nodded his head. "Are you hungry? Dinner has been made and there is leftovers. They are in the fridge, if you want them."

It was convenient that Jaime's stomach growled loudly at that moment. She laughed, looking down to her belly for a moment. "Well I guess that's one answer."

In the microwave sat a plate of slow cooker pot roast. Her stomach growled hungrily at the sight of food and hurriedly, she heated it up while pouring herself a glass of milk. Jaime took the plate of food and her drink to the dining room table, where Charlie was already sitting.

Taking a forkful of carrots and potatoes, Jaime began eating. Charlie didn't say anything for a few minutes, letting her eat in silence. The food tasted wonderful and had no doubt in her mind that it was Charlie who cooked the meal. The guy had gotten better and better at cooking until he was officially the best cook living underneath Louis' roof.

"This is good, Charlie," she mumbled quietly in between bites.

He beamed, a full blown grin being sent Jaime's way. "Thank you very much. It was on – what do you call it again? On the line?"

"Online," Jaime automatically corrected him. "Or internet works, too."

"Internet," he said, mostly to himself before continuing. "Yes. I saw it on the internet and it looked delicious. I thought you and Louis might enjoy it."

One thing Jaime learned about Charlie was that he was thoughtful and was always thinking of others and their feelings. Example: the pot roast he made. He did it thinking that it would please Louis and her, and it was truly touching how far this person went out of his way to please others.

Jaime popped a piece of meat into her mouth and chewed slowly. 

"What's your favorite food that you made so far?" she asked curiously.

His eyebrows pinched together, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he were taking his answer seriously. While Charlie pondered her question, Jaime popped a few more bites into her mouth and downed it with a drink of cold milk.

"Do you recall when we spent one day making cookies and desserts?" he asked, eyes lit up. When Jaime nodded, he continued. "We made cupcakes, chocolate chip cookies and Russian tea cakes, I believe. My favorite thing I have made were the cupcakes – because I had fun making them with you, Jaime."

Jaime's heart swelled as her cheeks turned a nice shade of red. How could someone be so sweet and adorable? She didn't know how to respond to that, but she just smiled at Charlie to show that she was touched by his words.

It wasn't long before Jaime finished eating the pot roast and her glass of milk. She rinsed the dishes when she was done and retreated to the bedroom to change into a pair of flannel pajamas. When she was finished, she brought her clothes into the guest bedroom and went out to help Charlie turn everything off.

Just as she finished turning everything off in the kitchen, however, she heard a loud thump followed by a groan in the living room. Her heartbeat picked up as she raced into the other room and found Charlie lying on the ground, holding his head in his heads.

"What happened?" she nearly shouted as she knelt by his side and looked him over. He didn't seem to be that hurt – nothing broken or bruised, it seemed. "Are you all right, Charlie?"

Charlie looked like he was in pain, his eyes screwed together while looking around dazed. Another soft groan left his lips. Jaime helped him into a full sitting position, keeping her hands on his shoulders so he would stay upright. Once more, she asked him if he was all right.

"Everything..." he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Everything spun around and made me feel weird for a moment. It did not feel good, Jaime. I do not want it to happen again."

Quietly, she explained, "You had a dizzy spell, Charlie. I don't know why it happened. Sometimes it happens when you don't eat enough food, but you ate enough today, didn't you?"

Charlie nodded his head. "Yes, I ate a lot of food today."

Biting her lip, she shook off the instinctive feeling in her gut. "Lets just sleep it off. I'm sure you'll be fine after a good night's sleep. Come on."

Rising to her feet, she helped him to his feet and led him towards the guest bedroom. Charlie climbed into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. She climbed in bed beside him.

Everything changed because of this one being beside her in bed. Ever since he showed up – stark naked, too – her entire world has been a whirlwind and a complete mess trying to figure it all out. However, if Jaime could have done it all over again, she would have done so without a second thought.

Getting to know this amazing person beside her – and Louis, of course – was something otherworldly. There was no one else like Charlie in the universe. Despite the fact that there were over seven billion people on the planet, not one of them could replace Charlie. He was one of a kind.

Without Charlie, Jaime would have never had the chance to meet Louis. Her heart beat wildly in her chest at that thought and she knew Charlie had done a lot of changes in her life, every single of them good.

Jaime glanced at Charlie. The black was fading from his hair, the brown showing through his roots. It was looking bad and soon, Jaime would have to dye it again, either brown or black. The hair dye was necessary back in Minnesota, but here in London where he mostly stayed inside? Not so much.

Charlie looked peaceful in his sleep. And though he had the face of Louis Tomlinson, the two of them looked entirely different to her. They were two different people, two separate souls.

Jaime raised a hand to brush away some hair that fell into Charlie's eyes.

Her gaze softening, she quietly whispered, "Thank you for everything, Charlie."

If you didn't realize it by now, this story is coming to a close soon. I'm not too sure how I feel about that, honestly but I'll find out when I get there. Thanks for reading!