His dress (AnsonCharles)

Sick

My exam period is over for about two weeks, so for now I'll probably be writing more. Hope you enjoy and sorry it took so long for me to continue.
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Anson's POV

I walk to work thinking about different ways to mess with the janitor, but when I arrive, he's nowhere to be seen. Nice. I don't have to deal with him sabotaging me. I hope nothing breaks tho, since I really don't feel like running around to find him.

Charles's POV

I wake up too late. Great, it's not even the end of my first week at the new job and I'm already irresposible.
I try to get up quickly but I get dizzy and fall back on the bed. I get up slower and as I walk to the bathroom I feel like there's a snake (or something like that) crawling inside my stomach.

I get to the toilet and the first thing I do is throw up. Right after I call my boss and tell him I'm not coming, probably at least for two days. Then we'll see.

I don't feel like eating so I just take a quick shower and go back to bed. Hopefully I'll wake up hungry. Whenever that may be.

Anson's POV

I searched all over the place and he's nowhere to be found. Not that I miss him or anything, but my friend needs something.

"You don't know? He's sick." Sick? Yeah, sure, he just doesn't want to come to work. "Do you happen to know where he lives?" The boss reluctantly gives me his address and I decide to stop by on my way home (even tough it's not in my direction at all) to make sure he's here tomorrow to help my coworker.

Charles's POV

A loud bang on the door wakes me up. I slowly get up, walk to the entrance wrapped in a blanket and cough before opening it. "Sorry I-" I don't finish my thought when I see the person outside. "You! Why are you here?" I try to yell but it comes out as barely a whisper. Shit, I really did loose my voice right when I need it most.

"No need to pretend you're sick, it's just me, no inspection or anythung like that." "Oh, believe me, I would gladly yell at you, but sadly I can't," I say, surprises by the quietness of my own voice. I notice, he also jsut realised, I'm not faking anything.

"Do you want anything or can I go back to bed?" He's evidently confused or something so it takes a minute for him to respond. "Give me your keys." "What?" "Keys?" I just stare at him while he grabs the keys from my hands, says: "Go to bed," locks the door and leaves.

Anson's POV

Why on earth did I do that? I should've just left him instead of going out to buy him lunch. And I still don't even know his name. "How much?" I pay for the soup I ordered and return to his house. I let myself in and throw the keys on the first shelf I see.

"Hey! Come here! I don't know where your bedroom is and I don't intend on exploring your house!" I yell, hoping I woke him up. And he dpes show up, leading me to the kitchen, where he gets his cuttlery and starts eating. "Thanks," he says and I just leave. "Wait," I hear him whisper. "I'm Charles," he says. "Anson," I reply before closing the door.

Charles's POV

He actually got me food. That's kind of nice of him. Well also it was the only right thing to do in his place. Doesn't matter tho, I still don't like him very much.

I eat what he got me and go right back to bed. Before falling asleep, I start feeling like shit, so I get up and take a shower. I feel refreshed so it's easier for me to fall asleep now.

When I'm awake again it's morning and my voice is still not present. I have nothing at home that I could eat, not even eggs or something else to cook, so I get ready to go outside. When I finally get to the door and open it there's something on the doorstep. I look and see it's a foodbox. I open it and fine some fried rice with an egg omelette. Nice, no need to leave now. But wait... Is it from him again? How much will I owe him?

Anson's POV

"You're late today." "I know... Sorry." "Oh, no it's okay, I'm just saying." "Right... So... I have to get started." "Right. Well, see you at lunch?" "Sure."  Ugh, I was so awkward again. Why do I keep being like that. I've known Pam almost for five years now. She's like the prettiest person I've ever met. Also the kindest, funniest, most intelligent and mature. I just somehow still can't bring myself to tell that to her directly. Well, one day, when the chance is right, I'll do it for sure. Just not yet...

Pam's POV

I wonder where he was. He's never late, like ever. I hope nothing's wrong with him.

I get distracted thinking about it so a needle pinches my finger instead of the fabric. "Ouch!" "Are you okay?" He's always so nice to me. "I'm finey just a little clumsy, don't worry." He smiles at me and nodds, then continues with his work. He looks handsome when he concetrates, how come I've never seen that before?

Charles's POV

What should I do in the afternoon? I can't expect him to show up again. I mean I hope he doesn't, cause I don't want to see his face again. But hey, you never know...

I decide that I'll eat in a restaurant, since I'm already much better. I have no fever or anything, just my voice is still slightly hoarse. But I don't think it'll be a problem. I just have to decide whether I feel like eating noodles or sushi...