True love doesn't just exist in fairy tales 💕

But I promise you, it won't happen again.

Sorry for this!! But I did say I'd post the next chapter so here ya go x

TW: Self-harm attempt

Nick's POV:

I hate this.
I hate him.

It's been 2 hours and we've received 10 letters. They all say the same:

"I love you"

Charlie's been crying for the past hour, and there's nothing I can do to help since Ben moved and I don't know where he stays, even though I really want to kill him, I can't. Charlie's just been sobbing on the floor in my arms, not speaking a word.

"Nicky...there's a letter." Mum mutters, not wanting to draw attention.

She hands me the letter and I open it. Yet again, It says the exact same thing as the other 10.

Mum sits with us on the floor and holds Charlie in her arms.

I crumple up the letter and chuck it at the wall. I stand up and curl my hand into a fist, walking back and forth and punching the walls, hitting my head with anger.

"Nick, calm down." Diane whispers, putting her hand on my shoulder.

I flinch.

"Nicky, you need to calm down." Mum says, looking up at me with fear.

I just shake my head and punch the wall again, but this time, I've hit a framed photo. The photo falls to the floor smashes, glass flying everywhere.

I instantly feel guilty and apologise repeatedly.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry..." My voice turns into a whisper before tears start falling down my cheek.
"Baby, it's ok...I can get a new frame."

Charlie stands up and walks upstairs, saying nothing.

"I-Is he ok?" Diane asked, scared.

Before I can answer, the bathroom door slams shut and I instantly know what's about to happen.

"No. No! NO!" My voice raises as I sprint upstairs. "Charlie! Let me in!"

No answer, just sobs.

"Charlie...please."

Water starts to run, but quickly stops.

"Charlie..."

I slide my back down the door and lean my head against it, tears dripping down my cheek, onto my chin, and down onto my shirt.

The door unlocks and I turn myself around and slightly push the door open.

"Char?" I ask, hoping that it isn't too bad.

I walk into the bathroom and notice Charlie curled up in a ball, head in his legs and his arms around his legs and crying.

"Sorry..." He repeats.
"Hey...shh...you have nothing to be sorry about! You've been through a lot and that's really difficult to deal with right now."

I pull him into a hug and he just sobs into my arms.

"I-I didn't do it..." He mumbles.

He holds out his wrist and there's nothing there. Just old scars...

"I'm so proud of you..." I whisper and kiss his head, pulling him back into the hug.

~~

Once everyone's calmed down, we decide to have dinner and go out to the park, for some fresh air.