~|| Nick Nelson loves Charlie Spring ||~

~Morning~

Nicks POV:

I wake up to what would've been 2 years ago, my boyfriend, Charlie, stirring. But is now just a cold, empty space on the left side of the bed. I mean, Charlie does wake up an hour before me, what was I to expect?
I drag myself out of bed, and leave behind all the icky, lonely feelings. When I get to the bathroom, and look in the mirror, I see what looks to be just a slightly more tired version of usual Nick. "I can pull this off.." I mutter to myself, then continue to brush my teeth.
After throwing on an outfit smart enough for an interview, I fix my hair a bit, and walk to the kitchen. A little note is attached to a plate of buttery toast. My favourite.

"I know you love toast, so.. I thought that this might help you to forgive me for having to leave so early every day,

Love you loads, Charlie xxx
(PS SORRY IF ITS COLD :) )"

I laugh at the last bit and mumble "I love you too Char.."

Me and Charlie haven't had a lot of time together recently. He works at a giant editing house, working on shit from 6-5 way too smart and nerdy for me to understand. And I'm a rugby player. But, right now since it's not rugby season. I just have lots and lots of interviews. We were really happy with our jobs at first, but now... Aghh... I don't want to say I'm not happy with my job, cause I am, I really am... it's just... I'd way rather spend all my time cuddling with Charlie, watching YouTube with Charlie just... being with Charlie. But that's not my life anymore, and I'm an adult so I have to fucking get over it.

I walk out the door cramming the last bite of toast in my mouth. I have a bunch of things that you would need for an interview, some cue cards, my rugby uniform. I unlock the door to my BMW, and hop in. Let's just say me and Charlie aren't exactly poor. What can I say, hard work makes good money. God, now I sound like my dad. I put on the radio, and a Fleetwood Mac song is playing. I love Fleetwood Mac, their music has such a calming, but at the same time angry feel to it. After a few radio songs, I put on the playlist Charlie and I made when we were 16 and 17, and I'd first gotten my license.
I swear I can feel a tear trickle down my cheek... probably just allergies.

Charlie's POV:

I wake up around 6 to the sound of my stupidly annoying alarm, and the sound of Nick snoring. God, I love this bloody man. But, not just Nick needs me today. I have a HUGE meeting, which could lead to a promotion, which to could lead to less hours, which means more time with Nick, which is more then I could ever ask. Here's the thing. I have a pretty straightforward schedule. 6am- 5pm on weekdays, and most of the time, weekends off. But that's only cause I have an office job. Nick on the other hand, when he's not off in, I dunno, Poland, playing rugby. He has interviews. And lots of them. Which the times he has them are pretty random, but always painfully long, and boring. He says he likes them. But, I'm not so sure anymore.

!TW, IMPLIED EATING DISORDER!

After showering, and getting dressed, I turn to the fridge.
I give up trying to make something for myself, since I know I'll probably just end up wasting it. And instead make toast with butter for Nick. He loves toast, I write a little note to go along with it, and head out the door.

I debate on whether I should take the car, or just walk to work. The office I work at is just a 15 minute walk away, and it's a pretty lovely walk in fact, so I decide to take that route. I don't even put on any music, I just enjoy the scenery, and try to ignore how fucking starving I am.

(Sorry it's short, I'm young, and still trying to find the heart of this story. Suggestions and critique will be accepted, thank you so much for reading! Have a great day you lovely human <33)