𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 | 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭✔

10. Fuck the consequences

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⭒ A knock sounds at the door that has Daniella running.

She opens the door and is met with her second favourite person. Charlie is standing there, running one of his hands through his damp curls. She has to stop herself from physically drooling at the sight. His other hand was holding a bag of her favourite lollies and chocolates.

"You got me chocolates but not flowers," Daniella pouts.

"Ha ha, very funny," Charlie said, rolling his eyes, although he couldn't help but let the corner of his lips lift. "They make you sneeze; I learned the hard way."

Charlie, of course, was talking about their date last week when he had come over and brought her a bouquet of these really pretty flowers. Daniella had taken them with a smile and said nothing about it. She put it in one of her pretty vases, placed it on display and prayed that she wouldn't sneeze too much.

The prayer didn't work and after she had sneezed for the sixth time in a row, Charlie had asked her if she had inhaled black pepper or something. She answered in between sneezes that it was the flowers.

Charlie had remained frozen for about ten seconds before moving to the vase and grabbing the flowers before throwing them away. He tied the bag and even went as far as to throw it out.

He had come back into the apartment and found himself looking at the girl he was planning to officially ask out dangling with half her body out the window. He put off his question because she was too busy trying not to die for the rest of the night.

"I was just teasing, Ray," Daniella smiled. "I'm glad you learnt."

"You could have just told me that pollen made your hay fever act up, honestly."

"They were so pretty though," she whined as Charlie hung his coat on the rack she had gotten for him.

"Your sneezing ruined the mood."

"The mood?" Daniella laughs. "I wasn't aware there was a mood for Mario Kart."

Charlie snorts. "I was going to ask you out officially, you dumbass."

"Oh, well then, in that case, I totally ruined..." Daniella stops midsentence and whirls around to face him, eyes wide. "You were going to ask me out?"

"You always make me repeat myself, Lia," Charlie sighs out.

She steps forward and slaps his arm. "Of course I do! You are always dropping things on me with no warning! This is like our first date all over again!"

"I thought I said that wasn't our first date?" Charlie said.

Daniella huffs. "Yeah, you said."

Charlie chuckles. "So?"

"So what?"

"Do you wanna go out with me, pretty?" Charlie waits for the reaction he knows he will get. It was the same every time he called her pretty.

She blushes, her ears going red. "What about the consequences? Fans might go crazy and hate this."

Charlie steps into her personal space. He tilts her head up and locks eyes with her, leaning forward. His breath fanned her face. Lips almost brushing hers. 

"Fuck the consequences."

Then his lips were on hers.

The kiss itself didn't last very long; it was likely only a few seconds long at most but to Daniella, it felt like an eternity.