Yours truly ; Charlie Weasley

Nineteen

I yawned with a hand over my mouth as I finished cleaning up my plate. I got up extra early to eat breakfast before Charlie woke. He was sleeping peacefully on the sofa and it was difficult for me to not walk over and run my hand through his hair like I used to do when I woke up before him.

I loved him so much that it hurt.

He still looked fucking adorable when asleep. He always looked adorable. Adorable mixed with hot mixed with beautiful.

One week.

He had been back for an entire week now and he was fucking exhausting to be around. Not because he was being annoying. He was being anything but annoying. I could tell he was trying his absolute best to gain my trust back, yet he was also treating me like he did before he left. He treated me like I was the only one for him. It was exhausting because I wanted to run into his arms and have him hug me, cuddle me, tell me he love me but that thought was scary as hell.

What if he leaves again?

Something I had noticed whenever I was awake and he wasn't, was that he sometimes muttered my name as if he was dreaming about me. It didn't sound sexual, it sounded more painful and that killed me because I was scared that I was hurting him in the same way that he hurt me.

Some people would want their revenge and hurt the ones who hurt them, but I didn't want him to get even the slightest close to what I have been feeling for the last five months— or, almost six.

We had passed the eight year anniversary of when we officially became a couple and in about a week, I would've been due with our baby girl.

I missed being all loving with him. I missed especially the little things. The nicknames.

I used to call him whisky. Mostly because he's a fun drunk and he absolutely loves whisky. When he wasn't paying attention to me, the only way to get it, was to call him daddy because that made him choke on his breath and his eyes go wide.

We worked perfectly together which is why we never really had stuff to fight over.

I love being cuddled but hate being the one to cuddle. He hates being cuddled and loves being the one to give them.

I always use up all the hot water in the morning but that was never a problem because he showered in the afternoon after work and the hot water would've been back by then.

I've always done most of the cleaning. I love cleaning so I never minded that he didn't do it. Though whenever I was sick, he'd clean the loft up as if the slightest dust could hurt me.

Something I really loved and still do when I think back, is that he'd always make himself some tea or some coffee but then he'd get distracted and forget about it so I'd later find a full cup of something that hadn't been touched.

He'd always pay for dinner too if we went out. He did that because I was the one to mostly cook at home. He can cook but it was rare so on occasions when we went out, he'd pay.

"Emmy?" Charlie's voice filled the room, much clearer which told me that he was awake and no longer talking in his sleep. I snapped my head up, staring right ahead and into the wall as I took a deep breath. "How long've you been up for?"

"Not uh—" I scratched the side of my neck before I turned around to face where he was propped up on his elbows on the sofa. "...not long. 'Bout an hour maybe."

His eyes scanned over my figure and his eyes widened a little before he sat up straight.

"Do you realise that thing's see-through?" He asked. "I can see your— uh— nipples."

I nodded and placed a hand on my hip, digging my nails into my skin.

I was wearing a see-through crop top with black edges and matching black lace knickers. It's what I sleep in when I want to feel sexy.

"Nothing you haven't seen before." I said, pushing myself away from the counter. Charlie's eyes stayed on me. He gulped, trying the hardest to keep his eyes on my face. Though I didn't continue all the way over to him. I stopped by one of the wooden beams that connected the floor to the ceiling. I leaned an arm against it. "I'm gonna take a shower. I've already eaten so you only need to make breakfast for yourself."

I pulled off my crop top, completely revealing my chest to him, though I didn't care because he had seen my naked body since we were seventeen and eighteen.

"Jesus fuck, Ember." He cursed as I turned my back to him and made my way into the bathroom.

When I finished my shower, I walked out with a towel wrapped around my hair but my body naked. The bathroom was right next to the bedroom so I never wore a towel around my body. I dried my body in the bathroom, then walked to my room to get changed.

I didn't do this because Charlie was here. He knew it was my routine but I couldn't say I didn't enjoy knowing how big of a struggle it was to him to see me naked right now.

Charlie was standing by the counter closest to the bathroom and I could feel his eyes burn into my back or even my ass as I walked into the bedroom. I pulled the towel off my head and ran a few fingers through my wet hair.

"Em." I heard his faint and raspy voice from the door as I got myself a new pair of knickers, pulling them on. I looked towards the door, seeing him stand there with his arms folded over his chest and his eyes focused on me. "You look really beautiful."

My eyebrows fell into a frown as I looked back at the dresser while finding a bra.

"Don't say that."

"Why not?"

"Because it hurts hearing you say it." I told him honestly. I closed the bra in front of me before I slid it around to my back and got it on properly. I heard the sound of the floor creaking as he slowly made his way over, and I froze when I felt him stand right behind me.

"Are you done with me?" He asked. Goosebumps rose on my skin when I felt his fingers brush down my shoulders and down my arms. "Is every single cell in your body screaming that you're done with me? That you don't want me?"

"Charlie." I sighed, closing my eyes. "What are you doing?"

"I miss you, angel." He whispered, his breath hitting my ear which was telling me that he was leaned much closer to me than I first expected, and then I felt his chest against my back and my shoulders, his lips grazing my ear. "I fucked up big time, but I promise that if you can find it in yourself to give me a second chance, you won't regret it."

He'll leave again.

"You can't just charm you way back in." I said, though my voice was speaking a different story. Suddenly I sounded weak, almost as if I were to give in.

"I'm not trying to charm my way back in." He whispered. I felt his lip against the side of my neck as he kissed my skin softly, making sure to let it linger. "I'm just asking for a second chance."

I closed my eyes and automatically tilted my head to the side so give him more access to my neck when he sucked on my skin, his tongue lapping against my pulse point.

What the fuck am I doing.

"Jesus, Charlie!" I snapped. He immediately ripped himself away, taking a long step back from me. I turned around, looking at him as I proceeded what just happened. We were both only in our underwear, his hair was messy and mine was wet from my shower. "We can't— I can't—"

"Okay." He breathed, holding up his hands in surrender. "I'm sorry. I'll leave you to get changed."