Nick and Charlie One-Shots

Sick Days

Last week, the Spring household had gone on an on-a-whim camping trip to Spain—a spring-break vacation to relieve all the family tension that had been bubbling. Unfortunately for Charlie, Nick wasn't included on this trip, and that left him bored and uninterested for the entire week. Of course, they still texted every day, and Face-Timed when Charlie's parents weren't around to see that he was "neglecting his family," but it wasn't the same as seeing him in person.

When Charlie returned home the following week, the first thing he'd done was go over to Nick's and give him a hug and a passionate kiss on the lips. 

"I've missed you," Charlie had said into his shoulder.

"I've missed you too," Nick had replied, stroking his hair and pressing kisses to his head.

For about a day, everything was back to normal. Until it wasn't.

Day 1:

The following morning, Charlie woke up with a headache, upset stomach and sore throat. He groaned as he sat up in his bed and rushed to the bathroom for a glass of water. When his scratchy throat didn't clear up after a few gulps, he pushed the cup away, took a paracetamol, and crawled back into bed. He pulled out his phone and pressed on Nick's contact.

Charlie: sorry, i don't think i'll be able to come round today, i'm not feeling super well. i probably caught something while camping

Nick: That's okay! Do you want me to come round to yours instead? We can watch a film and just relax.

Charlie: i don't want you to catch anything though

Nick: I'll be okay. I want to be there for you. And plus, I don't get sick very easily.

Charlie: alright, you can come, if you really want to

Nick: I want to :)

Twenty minutes later, a knock sounded at the door, and Charlie removed himself from his extensive cocoon of blankets to answer it.

"Hi," Charlie said, his voice hoarse from not speaking yet that day. He cleared his throat.

Nick immediately wrapped his arms around him. "Hi. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just feel under the weather. I'm fine, I promise."

"Well, come on then. I'll help you get tucked back into bed so you can rest."

Charlie blushed, looking away to hide it. Suddenly, Nick scooped him up in his arms, put him on his back, and started climbing the stairs to his room. 

"Nick!" Charlie protested, giggling.

"Would you rather walk yourself?"

"Well... I mean... I guess you're right."

Nick only laughed and continued to Charlie's room. He laid him down on his bed, then brought the covers on to him, tucking in the sides like a burrito. He ensured that his head was comfortably resting on his pillow, then finally laid down next to him.

"Thank you," Charlie said.

"My pleasure," Nick replied. "Now, what do you want to do? We could watch a film, or listen to music, you could read—anything you like."