A Collection of Heartstopper Oneshots

That's My Boyfriend - mille_libri

Summary:

Being the boyfriend of the hot rugby player - or the hot drummer - isn't always easy.
Notes:

Thank you for reading! This is set somewhere around Charlie's 18th birthday, so he's old enough to play in a pub with the band.
Work Text:
Charlie walked Nick into the school, stopping at the door of the locker room. "See you after the match?"

"Wait, you're not coming?"

He smiled at the exaggerated disappointment in his boyfriend's brown eyes. "Of course I am. I love watching you play rugby."

Those beautiful eyes warmed at the admission. "I love having you watch me play."

"You're such a dork."

Since there was no one around, Nick leaned in to kiss him—not intimately, but slowly, and with a promise of more later that set Charlie's heart pounding. "Yeah," he said softly, "but I'm your dork."

"Lucky me."

Nick chuckled, disappearing inside the locker room with his rugby bag. Charlie walked out to the pitch to join Tara and Darcy. They came to nearly as many matches as he did—Darcy had picked up on some of Nick's feeling for the game, and they argued tactics almost as much as they egged each other on in ridiculous jokes and challenges. And Tara and Nick, having bonded over coming out, had become very close. They went out to lunch regularly. Charlie assumed they offered each other mutual support; he and Darcy were both challenging partners, in their own ways. He was glad Nick had someone to talk to when he needed it.

The three of them chatted about this and that while they waited for the match to start. Charlie was playing with Sahar's band later that night, and Tara and Darcy were disappointed they couldn't go, so he had to break down the set list for them.

Once the match began, though, conversation ceased. As always, Charlie was entranced by the sight of Nick playing rugby. Not just his strong legs and muscular arms, the fall of red hair catching the sun, but the focus with which he played, the way he anticipated the other team and guided his own team to counter them.

And, of course, there were the glances and winks and smiles Nick sent his way between tries.

After a while, Charlie became aware of Tara attempting to get his attention. He looked at her, and she gestured to his other side. To his surprise, he saw that two girls from the opposing team's sister school were standing there. He hadn't even noticed them. But once he started listening to them talk, he discovered why Tara had brought them to his notice.

"Oh, my God. Do you see him? He is so hot!" The taller girl, a blonde, made fanning motions.

Her companion, with a bright blue streak in her hair, nodded fervently. "Right? It's almost enough to make me wish I was single."

"Well, I am," the blonde said. "And that Number 10 is just what I need to get over my ex."

Number 10? Nick was Number 10. They were talking about Nick.

Even as Charlie made the realisation, the blue-haired girl squealed. "Did you see? He looked over here. Right at you! Oh, my God, I bet he'd give you his number if you talk to him after."

Charlie let them go on for a few minutes, debating what to do, but finally decided it was mean to let them keep fantasising about something that wasn't going to happen. "Uh ... sorry, but ... are you talking about Number 10?"

"Yeah, the hot ginger. Do you know him?" the blonde asked eagerly.

"Yeah. That's my boyfriend."

The blue-haired girl looked him up and down. "Sorry, we're talking about the one from Truham. The hot one."