Nick and Charlie-one shots

"Just one more please.."⛔️

⛔️= for this story it's going to be a little different, most ⛔️ are about Charlie's ed and self harm. Today though, I thought it was important to also discuss Charlie's ocd. Because of this, some descriptions might be triggering, ex:death, very detailed description of "taboo" thoughts(house burning people dying, ex)

Charlie's pov:

Today is going to be a bad day. I just know it, I can almost feel it. I had a bad dream. That's usually how I know todays going to be heavy. When I mean heavy, I mean heavy with thoughts. Usually on these days i have way more intrusive thoughts and compulsions than regular days. The worse of it  all though, is that today i woke up with Nick. Which means nick is going to try to stop me.

I hate that he has to stop my compulsions. They make me feel sane, even if it's for 2 seconds. Nick is still asleep but he's holding me, he's the big spoon, and I'm the little spoon. I get out of nicks grasp, and leave the bed. I go to the bathroom, and brush my teeth.

Tap the mirror three times or nick will die.

What???

Tap the mirror three times or nick will die.

The thought alone scares me. My heart is racing with I tap the mirror 3x.

God I just want to have no brain sometimes.

"Char?" I hear a croaked voice coming from nicks bedroom. I walk to the room and see Nick sitting up with his hair a mess, I giggle. "What?" He says confused.

I laugh again "your hair, it's, very interesting."

He grabs his phone and uses his camera to look at himself."HOLY- yk what, I look kinda hot." He says laughing. I laugh as well and walk over to him,"yeah I know." I give him a small kiss on the cheek, I feel a smile form.

Tap his headboard 3x or the house will burn down.

I suddenly get an image of the house, covered in flames, I can almost hear nicks voice yelling and crying while I see his body, he's dead on the floor. His body is charred, only thing that is left is his clothes. and it's all my fault.

Tap the headboard, tap the headboard. TAP IT.

I reach over and tap the headboard 3x, I feel nicks eyes examining me.

"Char? Are you okay?"

I'm shaking from the image I got.

"Mhm.."

He grabs me and hugs me. "Are you completely sure?"

I hate that I worry him. "Yes Nick." I give him a kiss and get off to go get water from the kitchen. I walk down the stairs.

Repeat your steps.

What?

Repeat your steps.

There's no "or.." I just HAVE to do it. So I do.

I hear nicks footsteps and he walks toward the stairs. I finish and walk downstairs. I turn on the faucet.

Turn it off and on 9x.

Oh come on, nicks right there.
I'm staring at the sink, and just standing in front of it.

Turn it off and on 9x.

"Charlie?" I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist, his head rests on my shoulder.

I reach for the faucet, I turn it on, I turn  it off, I turn  it on, I turn it off , I turn it on, I turn it off, I turn it on, I turn it off-

Nick grabs my arms. "No more Charlie."

I start to shake. No no no, i have to. That was only 8.

Turn it off and on 9x.

Just one more time, I try to free myself from his grasp, but he grabs my waist and turns me around to hug him. I start crying .

"Nick please."

"No more char."

"Just one more please..."

"No Charlie. Come let's go upstairs and get changed."

My breathing is all over the place. Nicks grabs my face and holds it to his, he doesn't kiss me, just makes our foreheads touch.

"Your going to be okay. I'm going to be okay. Thought are scary, but they are thoughts, nothing more, nothing less. I promise.

No no, you have to do it again.

No I dont, yes you do, no i dont.

No. i dont.

I don't have to. Thoughts are thoughts, just like nick said. I breathe I'm trying to catch my breath.

"I'm sorry Nick" I say wiping the tears off my face, he kisses my cheek.

"It's not your fault, it's your mind playing tricks. Let's take it easy today okay?"

I nod, he kisses me softly and then we walk upstairs. I look back at the kitchen, rethinking about my decision to not do it again. But I trust nick, Nick is right, it's just thoughts. Just thoughts.

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800 words.