True love doesn't just exist in fairy tales 💕

Sick day and a snitch.

TW: Sick, 

Charlie's POV:

I make up and see Nick on his phone.

"Morning, Char." Nick kisses my head.
"M-Morning, N-Nick..."

I pull myself up and automatically feel a wave of nausea hit me.

I sprint into the bathroom and sit in front of the toilet, eventually being sick.

"Oh, Char...Are you ok?" Nick rubs my back in circular motions.

Before I can answer, I'm being sick again.

Nick pulls my hair out my way and continues rubbing my back. I start crying.

"S-Sorry..." I mumble, trying not to be sick again.
"Shhh~ Don't apologise! You can't help it." Nick kisses my head and rubs my back.

I fall back onto Nick's chest and lie my head on his shoulder.

"I h-hate this..." I murmur.
"I know you hate it, but you'll be ok..." Nick kisses my cheek.

~~

Nick is frantically running around the room like a lunatic while I lie in bed with a bucket by my side.

"N-Nick..." I say in a raspy voice.

He continues pacing up and down the room.

"N-Nick, l-listen..."

He stops pacing but begins playing with his fingers.

"N-Nicholas...." I try getting out of bed to stop him, he runs over to me and stops me from getting up.
"Char, you're ill. Stay in bed!" Nick kisses my head.
"G-Go to school, N-Nick." I stutter.
"Yeahhh...no. Not a chance, Charles." Nick sarcastically laughs before going serious.

Before I can argue, Nick's mum knocks on the door.

"Nicky? Are you getting ready? You need to leave for school in 15 minutes!" Sarah shouts from outside of the door.
"Mum, I'm not going in today! Charlie's sick and I'm not leaving him here alone!" Nick sits beside me.

Sarah walks into the room and sighs before smiling sympathetically.

"Charlie, Dear. Are you alright?" She asks.

I nod.

"Nicky, please get changed." Sarah looks at Nick in a serious way.
"But, Mum-"
"Nicholas. Get changed, now." She folds her arms.

Nick walks over to his cupboard and groans, throwing his head back in defeat.

I chuckle.

~~

Once Nick's finished getting ready, he sits beside me on his bed.

"Are you sure you're going to be ok?" Nick holds his hand on my leg.
"Mhm..."
"You don't sound very sure."
"I-I'll be fine, Nick."

Nick nods in a sceptical way, he doesn't believe me.

~~

Just as Nick is walking out the bedroom door, I throw up in the bucket beside me.

Nick looks back at me and frowns.

"Char, are you sure you're ok?"
"I-I'm fine." I take a deep breath.
"Charlie, can you promise me something?" Nick kneels in front of me.
"Y-Yeah?" I blush as he moves my hair out of my face.
"If anything happens, if you feel worse, if you need me, call or text me. I don't care if I'm in class or if I'm at lunch, text or call me. Do you promise?"
"Y-Yeah, fine."

He kisses my lips and then my cheek.

"I'll see you later!" Nick shouts as he walks downstairs.

Before I can shout back, the door slams shut.