You're in your bedroom, head against the headboard, looking over your quickly scribbled list once. Your housemates out, went out, like the sweet boy he is, to surprise his girlfriend who got stuck at work. You've taken this time alone to at least attempt to sort some things out in your head.

A while ago, something plagued your mind. What's the difference between loving someone and being in love? There were people you loved a great deal, but you certainly aren't in love with them. How do you tell the difference? Does anyone understand, or are you the only one sitting here on a Sunday afternoon with nothing better to do than list out people in your life and write whether or not you loved them or were in love with them? Maybe looking at it all written out could help you understand what exactly love was, and how you really felt about everyone.

Your mum, you loved of course. Tom, Edd, Michael, and Liam were like your brothers. You loved them. There were a lot of girls you didn't include because you at one point thought you were in love with them, but now you're not quite sure. Then there's the name with nothing written next to it. Charlie.

You're certain that he's at least reached the 'love' stage. You're close enough that you would be horribly sad if you ever lost him. But it scares you that maybe he's reached that other point. That maybe next to the words "Charlie McDonnell" you should write down "in love." You're confused. And that's why you've been trying to figure this out for the past hour over multiple cups of tea instead of doing something productive with your life.

Speaking of Charlie, you jolt your head up when you hear the front door slam. Something is definitely wrong. You bolt down the stairs and come to a halt at the foot of the stairs when you come face to face with a teary-eyed Charlie, gasping for breath. You look at him with concern, and he mutters something inaudibly. When you don't respond, he repeats it again with more clarity.

"She cheated on me Alex. On my way there, I saw her with someone else. She saw me too, but she didn't say anything or apologize or even give me a proper breakup. She just glared at me for a second, before she started making out with the guy in the leather jacket." As he spoke, he got more and more choked up, until, upon finishing speaking; he collapsed, sobbing, into your chest.

The shock settles uncomfortably in your stomach. You knew that chick was bad news the moment they started dating. How could anyone be so cruel to do this to such a kind, caring person? She had never deserved Charlie. Such a gentle person, and that—she had just crushed his spirits without a care in the world. How could a person be so heartless?

You look down at the boy in your arms. You note how soft his hair is as you soothingly rub the back of his neck. His breathe is raspy and unsteady as he releases hiccupping sobs into your shirt which is slowly becoming soaked through with the tears he's crying over someone who's so unworthy of them. He's so broken, so completely ripped apart right now. You just wish you could take all the pain away. Just take it and throw it right back at the person who'd caused. Or you wish you could just take the pain for yourself. Hold it and suffer instead of him; instead of his delicate soul.

You're doing all you can to comfort him. You're holding him close, whispering comforting words to the person you care about so much, while quietly plotting revenge against the decimating cheater. You realize you can fill in the spot next to his name. You place the bottom half of your face onto the top of the head of this sweet, beautiful young man.

"I'll always be here for you Charlie. Even when everyone else is gone."

It's definitely in love.

I hope you've enjoyed. This is the first time I've tried second person. Please let me know what you think :)