heartstopper ausᥫ᭡

୨୧ weak without you ୨୧

prompt: sometimes saving someone isn't as easy it is in movies.

[angst, romance]

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I, watch, the moon,
let it run my mood,
can't stop thinking of,
you.
I watch-

"Char?"

The other line is silent with the cackled sound the wind dancing past the mic being the only thing Nick got in response to the call of his boyfriend's name. The lack of response was extremely strange, he pulled his phone away from himself to check the sound was on his end and back towards himself once he was sure it wasn't.

The wind was agressive and told Nick that the other was surrounded by it, giving the rugby lad an idea on where the other may be less he have to go looking for him. However it worried the boy to think Charlie was outside in the cold by himself.

Questions of where, why, how and what flooded his mind. Had somthing happened?

"Love?"

More silence. Nick quickly became tense and straightened up on his bed dare he miss anything the other may say in a whisper. Nellie had shifted to look at him from her place on his lap but he didn't reach a hand to reassuringly stroke her furr, his hand shook gently where it was gripping his bedsheets.

Charlie was calling him, needing him, and Nick was quick to shake away any lingering sleep in his mind.

"You don't usually call me, is everything-"

"Nick.."

A call of his name.

A simple, soft but desperate breathe of his name whispered through the phone, choked out and forced through tears.

A hiccup, "Nick.." the voice repeated.

"Char, love what's going on? Are you okay?"

"Talk to me, please.."

"Of course, want me to come over?"

"NO NO," The voice had suddenly yelled at him, not agry but so desperately scared that Nick almost choked feeling overwhelmed at hearing his lover in this state. The silence that followed was deafening, until he spoke up again more timid "Just stay on the phone, please"

Nick heard something clatter to the ground as if it was dropped weakly, a utensil he had assumed - however that changed Charlies location..was he near a window in the kitchen?

His mind quickly had quickly went back to the last time Charlie was alone in the kitchen.

Tori and Oliver.

The fight.

All his fault.

"Char-"

"Just talk..." the voice sobbed, vocals wobbly and shy "Please."

Nick's whole body was shaking at this point but at the beg was almost like a demand in his mind instead of a plea, a force of nature causing him to speak gently and freely in a way that would calm the other.