True love doesn't just exist in fairy tales 💕

Regret is powerful.

OK!! I really enjoy writing in Nick's POV so I might stay in his POV for a while but if you want me to switch to another character just say!! And also, it might just be me but I think some people might be confused about Charlie's situation. Basically, Charlie's mum and dad are away to a wedding so Charlie's staying at Nick's for a few weeks. Hopefully that's explained enough!! xx

Nick's POV:

I can't explain how happy I am.

Charlie starts to stir as I climb out of bed.

I go downstairs and to no surprise, everyone's awake except Charlie.

Classical Charlie.

"Morning!" I say as I walk into the living room.

Tillie spins round and stares at me before running into my arms.

"So, Nick, what are you doing for your late birthday?" Aunt Diane asks.

Oh. Yeah.

"I was just planning on having dinner with my friends."
"Why not a party? 17 is a big age!"
"Yeah but I've not got much friends to invite when you think about it."

That made me sound so pathetic.

"You've got loads of friends!"
"I lost half of them."
"What about Harry? Or Ben?"
"No. Absolutely not."
"Why? I know they were a bit different to you but still!"
"I hate Harry and I despise Ben."
"Why? Ben was a nice boy!"
"I was never his friend. And Harry just used me for popularity."

Before she can say anymore, I walk into the kitchen.

"You ok?" Charlie mumbles, rubbing his eyes.
"Mhm."
"You're a terrible liar, Nicholas. Tell me."
"Apparently I should have a party since I'm 17."
"But if you don't want one you don't need one. Didn't you say you wanted to go to dinner with all our friends?"
"Yeah but Diane is making me overthink."
"Do you want a party?"
"No."
"Case closed then. We'll go out for dinner."
"God, I love you."

Charlie chuckles as I pull him into a hug, kissing his cheek.

~~

"What're we doing today?" I ask, sipping my tea.
"I'm not sure." Mum replies, walking into the living room.

What are we doing today? That's the thing. So much has happened, we don't know what to do.

"I'll be back in a second." Aunt Diane says, looking rather scared.

She leaves the room and I look at Mum.

"What's going on?" I ask, trying to look into the hall.
"Not sure, Love. Want to go check?"

I nod my head, get off the couch and go into the hall.

"Are you-" I get cut off by screaming.

She's arguing with someone?

"WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME!? I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE UNTIL I SORT THINGS OUT!" She screams into the phone.

"RICHARD I HONESTLY COULDN'T CARE!! YOU HURT HIM!! HE'S FAMILY, RICHARD!!"

She's talking about me.

"HE'S 17!! YOU CAN'T EXPECT HIM NOT TO GET MENTALLY HURT!!"

I am hurt.

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!! HE'S MY NEPHEW AND I LOVE HIM WITH MY WHOLE HEART AND WHEN HE WAS BORN I PROMISED I'D DO ANYTHING TO PROTECT HIM!! AND GUESS WHAT!! HE MADE THAT PROMISE TO OUR CHILDREN!!"

I did make that promise. And I'll keep it.

"NO!! I DON'T CARE!! YOU CAN LEAVE IF YOU WANT!!"

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