A Collection of Heartstopper Oneshots

Believe in me, dear - Caelge

Summary:

"I needed to talk to you," was the answer Charlie got, and he couldn't fully read the emotion in his boyfriend's voice. His breath was sort of shaky, and as Charlie took a closer look, he saw that Nick was shaking, his hands and knees wobbling.

"So you hopped on an early train instead of calling me?" Charlie was getting worried, the first shocks of seeing his boyfriend in his flat subsiding. "Evidently still in half your match outfit and I'm guessing that's not the bag you had packed for five days in London."

"I- well, no."

"Nick, what happened?"

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or, Nick gets news and needs to share them with Charlie.
Notes:

I would like to thank Alice Osman for creating the best of characters, and also Phlimsical for being the best beta. This would be a grammatical mess if it wasn't for you. I also thoroughly enjoyed your little comments throughout the story. They made me happy <3
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Work Text:
Charlie let out a defeated sigh, slammed his laptop shut and flopped down on his bed. He was frustrated. He actually liked to study, it wasn't that. But he had already been working on this essay for far too long, and he couldn't pull the strings together to actually finish it in a nice way.

It didn't have to be sent in for another week, but Easter break had officially started and Nick would join him in London tomorrow, for five whole days of being together. And Charlie did not want a stupid essay to get in the way of that. Knowing Nick, he would definitely not have his course work done ahead of time but he was graduating soon and for some unfathomable reason, Charlie had more to do for his courses than Nick did.

"Fuck," he let out, rubbing his hands over his face and groaning when he heard a knock at his door. He rolled over and pulled a pillow over his head, knowing one of his flatmates was home. She could get the door. He wasn't expecting anyone anyway, and he had let his flatmates know to leave him alone today so he could finish that stupid essay.

"Oi, Charlie, there's someone here to see you!" he heard Hannah's bright voice call out after a moment and he groaned again. What part of leave me alone included getting visitors? He pushed the pillow deeper into his face, let out a frustrated, albeit very muffled, scream and struggled to sit up as he heard footsteps coming closer to his door. It slammed open before he was fully up, ready to shoot back a remark about privacy being nice in his own room when he looked up and saw the scene in front of him.

In the door, now wide open, stood Nick. His Nick. Who was supposed to be in Leeds. Who wasn't supposed to get here until tomorrow. All frustration snapped out of him like a rubber band being pulled back, released in a whirlwind of joy.

"Hi," Nick breathed out, and Charlie took in the older boy. He took up the entire door frame, so tall and muscular and gorgeous. His hair was a mess on top of his head, face flushed and chest heaving from heavy breathing. Like he'd been running to get here. He was wearing his game shirt underneath an open, rather disheveled-looking zipped hoodie. It was dirty, dry mud caked on his stomach. He was wearing black trousers, his Vans and a bag hung over his shoulder. Which looked suspiciously like his rugby bag.

"Hi," Charlie breathed back. "What- you're- how- you're not supposed to be here until tomorrow." It was an obvious fact, but all he could manage to get out as his boyfriend closed the door behind him and dropped his bag on the floor.

"I needed to talk to you," was the answer Charlie got, and he couldn't fully read the emotion in his boyfriend's voice. His breath was sort of shaky, and as Charlie took a closer look, he saw that Nick was shaking, his hands and knees wobbling.