Charlie Spring

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A month later, Nick and Charlie sat in Charlies bedroom. "Nick, stop unliking and reliking my Insta posts." "Its my hobby. What else do you want me to do? Stare at you for hours on end." "Make out..." Charlie muttered. "Say that louder, spring." "Make out." Nick smiled and laughed. "Of course, my liege." "Say that french thing you say, please?" Nick blushed "Mon amore." Charlie blushed aswell. "Just kissing?" "More than." "Okay then."

"You have a 'bruise' on your neck, Charles." Nick avoided all eye contact with Tori. "Do I? I wonder why..." Charlie turned to Nick. "I love the colour of your celing." "It's the same colour as nearly every other celing in Britain." Tori said flatly. "As long as it's a hicky, and not a bruise." she added. Nick noticed the food gone from Charlies plate. He leaned and wispered in Charlies ear "Well done. I'm really proud of you." "Thank you, baby." Nick snorted loudly. "What?" Charlie whispered "Baby?" "You call me that!" "Yeah, when your sad, or when we're alone, or we're cuddling." "But I can't say it?" "You can, it's just funny." "You're such a bully." Charlie continued eating. Nick smiled proudly at Charlie. Tori glared at the pair of them. "Care to share what you two were whispering about?" Nick smirked. "Charlie called me baby." Tori snorted. "I hate you both."

"Why is it such a big deal when I call you baby?" Charlie said, in his room once again, sat across from Nick. "It sounds wrong." "But you can say it?" "Yes, because its cute and suits me." "But you're the baby." "The irony makes it all the more better." "Fine. Anything you wanna do?" "F-" "Done that." "Kiss." "Done that. "Unlike and re-" "Done that. And thats obsessive." "Your the one with OCD." "Exactly. My parents will be here soon." "Okay." "And you want to deal with my mum?" "Fair. Do you want me to go?" "No. Of course not, I just.. nevermind." "Go on." "No." "Charles." "No!" "Okay, if it bothers you that much" Nick stood up and walked away. "Nick." "Yes?" "I love you." "I love you too." Nick left "You know, you think you're obsessed with him, he obsessed with you more." Tori said, appering in the doorway. "Impossible." "Charlie, he is infatuated you." "Wrong use of the word. He'll love me forvever." "Okay..." Tori said doubtfully, and then walked away.