𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲. 𝐉 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 （ℋℐ𝒜𝒯𝒰𝒮）

𝒮𝓉𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓈ℯ𝒹 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑔ℯ𝓇 & 𝒶 ℒℴ𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 ℱ𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹

                          𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝓍 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞
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𝒲ℴ𝓇𝒹 𝒞ℴ𝓊𝓃𝓉：𝟏𝟏𝟓𝟏
𝒯𝒲； 𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝒢𝒜𝒟 － 𝒢ℯ𝓃ℯ𝓇𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏ℯ𝒹 𝒜𝓃𝓍𝒾ℯ𝓉𝓎 𝒟𝒾𝓈ℴ𝓇𝒹ℯ𝓇．
ℳℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈； 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 @𝟒𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐱𝐱 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫!!
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It was the night before 'Focus'. Dior, was found in a uncomfterble state of stress and the worst part of it, she didn't know how to get out of it or who to talk to.

Her parent were out of town as well, so she didn't have anyone, just her in the house, alone.

She was pacing back and fourth in the room, hands in her hair while mumbeling to herself.

Then she heard a knocking on the door and a familliar voice, calling out to her.

"Dior? It's me, Charlie." he asked. Oh my gods, she had compleatly forgotten that they were supposed to hangout today.

Earlier during the week, Charlie had asked Dior to hangout and sleep over, since he lived like three hours away from her house.

She always loved having just him over even tho she loved everyone else in the cast as well, it was just something special with Charlie that she couldn't understand.

In a rush, Dior blinked back the tears in her eyes and put on a fake smile. She opened the door to a huge flower bouquet and a smiling Charlie standing behind it.

"You got me flowers?" Diors voice was still fragile from the stress, but that didn't stop her from not sounding put together.

"Yeah, I did. Hope you like them and Hi" Charlie grinned and held out the flower for her to take them.

Dior invited him in and the door closing behind them.

But Charlie wasn't stupid, he noticed right away that something was wrong.

He also knew that Dior had GAD, which caused her to have difficulty with situations where there a lot of pressure on her and a lot of unwanted anxiety.

And this day, was absolutely one of them. He'd experienced one of her GAD moments, during filming and she had been petrified and angry at herself, which caused her to not focus and listen to anyone around her.

It was only when she came in contact with his hug and found his necklace hanging around his neck, she'd actually calmed down.

But to Dior, it came as a shock when he heard him ask,

"Dior, are you okay? I can see that your pupils are not centred and all over the place. How are you actually feeling, because I know how difficult these situations might be for you" he said while his voice went soft.

Dior continued looking at the flowers in her hands and then she turned her attention to him, pupils blown wide with a terror hinting in them.

And then, her eyes welled up and the unshed tears were cascading down her cheeks. Charlie's heart filled with sorrow and hurt, watching the girl in front of him break down.

Charlie dropped his bags, took the flowers out of her hands and hugged her, and hugged her tight, never letting her go again.

Dior nestled her face in the crook of Charlie's neck and cried like never before. Her gasps for air were becoming more and more intense.