Heartstopper Oneshots

Flowers

Charlie's POV

I wake up to the sun in my eyes. Nick must've already gotten out of bed because I smell pancakes from the kitchen. I smell something else, too... flowers? I look to the nightstand on my side of the bed. There, in a small vase decorated with butterflies and leaves, lies two dozens small purple flowers. I don't remember them being there last night but I shrug it off thinking that maybe i was just too tired to recall. I shout out to Nick, "Love? Are you already up?" 

"Yep!" He shouts back. He sounds like a small child on Christmas morning. "I thought I'd get up early to make you..." I hear him walk to our room. When he opens the door, I'm overwhelmed by the smell of coffee and pancakes. In a good way, though. "...Breakfast in bed!". He always does this on Saturdays. He usually only makes pancakes and coffee, though, because they don't make my Anorexia go absolute haywire. Nick places the tray of food on the bed. I sit up and stare at the huge pile of pancakes. "This is a lot, Nick. I don't think I'll be able to finish them all..." I say, worried. Nick chuckles a little, well, it's more of an expulsion of air than anything else. "they're not all for you. I thought we'd share and watch a movie or something."

"As long as it's not another Iron-man movie, We've already seen all of those, like, three times!". This is not an exaggeration. If anything, It's an understatement. Nick has always been obsessed with the MCU, his favourite character being Iron-man. He's never told me why he is his favourite, but I'd imagine that it's either for his humour, looks, smarts or the fact that he fights bad-guys in a reinforced metal suit with a built in AI named after Nick's favourite day of the week, F.R.I.D.A.Y. 

Nick shoots me a disappointed look, as if to say 'I cannot believe those words just came out of your mouth, Charles'. I just shrug and say, "It's the truth, Nicholas,". At this, he just huffs and crosses his arms. he shrinks down into the bed and makes the most non-threatening angry face I have ever seen. Even now, with his large build, bushy beard and clear attempt at looking angry, all I see is a small little golden retriever puppy. we eventually decide on watching Pirates of the Caribbean again.

*After movie*

"Where did these flowers come from?" I asked. "Oh, yeah. I forgot about those! They're Heliotropes. I went to the flower shop this morning.". This confuses me. How has he had time to do so much in so little time? "What time is it?!". Nick laughs out loud now. "Honey, it's one o' clock!" I'm in shock. How did I sleep that long? "but I only sleep that long when..."

oh...

OH.

My eyes widen as I recall the events of last night. It gives me butterflies thinking about it. My face develops a deep red hue which causes Nick to laugh. "you just remembered?" he looks at me lovingly. "... No, I still can't quite remember.... How about you make me remember again?" I smirk. Now it's Nick's turn to blush, but he plays it off by scoffing and whispering something in my ear, "You're  a dork". His hot breath on my ear sends shivers down by spine. While Nick is still close to me, I grab his face and kiss him. I'm still tired, so I don't really have the mental capacity to kiss him with a whole lot of passion just yet. Nick does, however. I pull him back and he climbs on top of me. I can feel his smile through the kiss. After five seconds or so, he pulls away grinning from ear to ear, only to kiss me on the nose and forehead. He gives soft kisses all over my face until he gives one simple kiss on my jaw, then he pulls away and get's up from the bed. There's a glint in his eyes that shows that he's excited about something. "come on, let's get ready for the day." He walks out to the kitchen, bringing the now empty tray out with him. I sigh disappointedly but get up anyways. 

I get dressed and brush my teeth. I walk out to the kitchen to see Nick doing the dishes. He's wearing an apron over his... fancy clothes? "what's the occasion?" I ask mockingly to hide the fact that I think he looks really handsome in those clothes. Nick has on a sage green jean jacket with a simple white t-shirt under it with black jeans. Considering he usually just wears a hoodie with sweat pants on, this is fancy. I'm not complaining. Nick turns back and glances at me with a smile, then turns back to the dishes. "Nothing..." he is not convincing. "oh c'mon! now I wanna know!" I jump up on Nick's back and wrap my legs around his waist, arms around his neck. He lets out a small 'oop-' and regains his balance. I sit there, watching him do the dishes, chin on his shoulder.