Baby on Board! (A Heartstopper Fanfiction)

June (pt.2)

Charlie and Ben continued to exchange stunned looks with each other.

"You two know each other?" Josiah questioned.

"Yeah... Unfortunately," Charlie replied.

Ben tried his best to show that Charlie's words didn't hurt, but he was failing miserably. He stood up and reached his hand out to shake Charlie's. "You look well."

Charlie couldn't hold back his feelings anymore. He balled up his fist and punched Ben square in the face with all his might.

Ben fell onto the floor, clenching his face.

Josiah's jaw dropped at the scene he just witnessed. "Ch-Charlie! What are you doing?!"

The adrenaline in Charlie began to die down. He looked back and forth between Ben, who was still on the ground, and Josiah, who just saw a side of Charlie he'd never seen before.

"I.." Charlie started. He then quickly turned around to leave the restaurant.

"Charlie!" Josiah called out. He quickly helps Ben up before chasing after him.

Charlie slammed his car door and tried to start the car, but his hand was still shaking so violently that the key kept missing the ignition.

Josiah catches up and repeatedly knocks on the car window. "Charlie, talk to me please!"

Charlie leans back in his chair and starts to do some breathing exercises.

Josiah opens the door and leans in. He worriedly studies Charlie as Charlie continued to try to study his breathing.

"Charlie, what's going on? What happened in there?"

Charlie looked over at Josiah and furiously shook his head. "I can't work on this story," he said with a shaken voice.

"What!? But Charlie, you're my number one editor! I need you to get this story to succeed!"

He continued to shake his head as he lightly pushed Josiah out of the way so he could close the door. He was finally calm enough to start the car. He rolled down the window and looked at Josiah. "I'll find you another editor that I believe is just as good as me. I promise."

"What?" Josiah groaned. "I don't want that though! I want you!"

"I'm sorry. I'll call you." Charlie rolled up the window and drove off. He looked back in the rearview mirror and saw Josiah still standing there with a confused but hurt look on his face.

Charlie stayed silent the rest of his drive home. When he arrives home, he drops everything at the entrance and runs up the stairs to take a shower to calm himself down from the events that just happened.

As the cold water was rushing down his body he constantly cringed as the thought of how he thought a story, a story written about his own trauma, was excellently written. A story written by Ben Fucking Hope of all fucking people. His worst mistake.

Constant flashbacks of his interactions with Ben began to play in his mind. From their abysmal secret relationship to the day of his assault.

Charlie cuts off the water and stares at himself intensely in the mirror after he got out. He suddenly startled at the knock at the bathroom door.

"Char, are you okay?" It was Nick.

Charlie opens the door. "Hey."

"Hey," Nick said back as he looked over Charlie. He then gasped. "Charlie, your hand!"

Charlie quickly looked at his hand. A reddish-purple bruise covered his knuckle with a small gash between his middle and ring finger. How he didn't notice it before was a mystery to him.