My hands shake softly as I take another look in the mirror. We'd just returned back to the hotel to continue filming. Charlie went out with Owen and Jeremy to get some drinks. I stayed behind. I wasn't feeling myself as much as I used to. Constant comments on my posts ever since I began to date Charlie. The fans knew about us and they didn't like it one bit. Many comments calling me ugly or telling me I shouldn't be alive anymore because I found my person. I was only wearing my bra and a pair of leggings as my eyes traveled over my self. My shaky hands tug on my stomach softly and the tears continue to well up in my eyes. How could Charlie ever like someone like me? I wasn't a beautiful model. I wasn't an inspiring actress. My face grew pale as my hands shook more. He deserved someone beautiful, someone perfect for him. It wasn't me. I turn to the side and the more I look was only making it worse. The tears stream down my face. I lift a hand to wipe them away quickly. I hear the door open and close the bathroom door just a crack to not make Charlie suspicious if that was him. I hoped he didn't bring Jeremy and definitely not Owen. My breathing came out ragged.
"Babe?" Charlie knocks before slowly pushing open the door. "I didn't hear water. Are you crying?" He says, his voice becoming concerned and he moves over to me to wipe them away. I close my eyes once I feel his gentle touch. "I don't know.. If I can handle it anymore. I can't handle the constant hate when I'm just trying to love you." I whisper quietly and lean into his touch. His face grows more with anger instead of concern. "You've been receiving hate? Why didn't you tell me?" He asks, his hands still cupping my face as soft as he possibly could. Like I was a piece of glass. "They're your supporters. How could I tell you that?" I look down at my hands. He moves and takes my phone from the place on the counter. I watch him as he scrolls through the recent comments I've been getting. "My gosh.." He says quietly, sitting on the counter a bit. I play with my fingers softly and look at him. Charlie turns my phone off. My face turns into a look of confusion when he does. "No social media. Just us. Okay?" He takes my hands and pulls me closer to him. He notices my hands shaking as he lifts them to place a soft kiss on both of my knuckles. The feeling I was experiencing before he walked in began to leave. I move to wrap my arms around his neck. "Just us." I smile softly as he leans his forehead on mine. He moves his head briefly to kiss me on the cheek. I close my eyes and hold him closer. It felt safe. It felt extremely safe to stay here like this with him. He made me feel safe. Charlie was my person.
Charlie decided he wanted to clear things up by going live. We sat together as he set up his phone to where they could see us. People begin to join and my nerves start as well. I move to sit behind him a little, my head buries into his shoulder. "Hey guys. I'll wait until we get some more people in here because this is important. Screen record and spread the message too." He says, his voice soft and he still sounds as kind as ever even if he was upset. I wrap my arm around him and watch the comments flood in. I tried to ignore them as I was nervous to read what people were saying. "I understand you guys support and love me, I love all of you too. But what isn't cool is hurting my girl-friends feelings and leaving terrible things in her inbox." Charlie explains, comments starting to turn into apologies this time. Most of them were probably fake as they just wanted to make Charlie happy. I didn't care though. Charlie was sticking up for me. He didn't have to but he did it for me. I loved this boy so much.
"Please guys. I love this girl. She's apart of my world just like all of you." He says, making me look at him. I smile softly and lean in to kiss his cheek gently. He smiles and wraps his arm around me. He finishes his live after he gets his point across. "I love you too." I say, cupping his face gently. He leans into my touch and rubs my back. "I'm glad." He says and kisses me softly. I smile more and kiss him back.
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My Brother's Best-friend
JugendliteraturMila-Rose Joyner, the eighteen year old-younger sister of Owen Joyner, decides to visit her brother while he's been filming. She doesn't realize he's been basically living in with his best-friend, Charlie Gillespie from set, in a small apartment. Sh...