Charlie (Charles) Gillespie Imagines 💙

I am what?! Pt. 1

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Story: 2777

Your Pov:

I wake up and look to my side, but it's empty so I just assume everyone is out of the apartment. I lay in the bed for a second, then I feel the need to get up and run to the bathroom.

As soon as I'm in the bathroom I slam down on the ground and just throw up. I hear the bedroom door open and I turn to see Owen running in.

"Y/n! Are you ok?!" he asks as he looks around for me.

"I'm fine, Owen...." I say as I wipe my mouth and flush the toilet.

"Are you sure?" He comes over to me and I only nod.

"I'm fine, I swear," I say and he just gives me a look of disbelief.

"Should I call Charlie? Tell him to come home?" he asks as I start to brush my teeth.

"No, really, Owen. I'm fine. He's working. I don't wanna pull him home for a small bug. I'll be fine till he's done for the day," I say and put my toothbrush away as he keeps watching me like a hawk.

"Owen, not that I don't like you being home and all, but what are you doing home? Don't you have work today as well?" I ask, genuinely confused why he's home.

"Oh, I already finished most of my scenes for today yesterday, so I have most of the day off. I thought Charlie told you I'd be home today. Did he not tell you?" Owen says and I try to remember if he did or not.

"Honestly I don't know....." I say and shake my head.

"Y/n that's the sixth time in two days that you've spaced...." he says as if he's thinking it all though.

"I think I'm sick, that's all. I'll be fine in a few days," I say as I walk into mine and Charlie's closet so I can change out of sight from Owen.

When I'm done changing I walk back into my room to see Owen still there. I put some socks on and then I head to the kitchen with Owen watching my every move.

"Would you stop!" I say as I turn around and see him still watching me from the table.

"Stop what?" he asks and I scoff.

"Watching my every move like I'm fragile. I'm sick, nothing else," I say and he just shrugs then starts to make a bowl of cereal.

When he's done staring at me I sigh and start to find food. I look around in the fridge and decide on pickles. I set the jar down on the counter and grab a bowl then turn around back to the fridge only to open the freezer to get ice cream.

I put the ice cream tub next to my bowl then grab the scoop from the drawer. Owen walks over and puts his bowl in the sink.

"Ice cream and pickles for breakfast?" he questions with a disgusted expression. I just give him a smile.

"What can I say? They both were appealing to me," I say with a shrug.

"Hmm, well ok. You and Charlie really are made for each other. Anyway I'll be back, I'm going to change," he says and I raise an eyebrow at him.

"What for?" I say, extremely confused.

"You're shopping today right?" he asks and I perk up at my forgotten plan.

"Really, what is up with you? You've been forgetting things and you're eating crazy food combinations-" he says but I cut him off.

"I always eat crazy, this is nothing new...." I say and he chuckles.