A/N: I have been asking around for some feedback and I've decided I'll get rid of my prompts, so reading the chapter is just that bit more exciting and instead I'll just write a sentence summarising what happens in the chapter! It'll be with a = sign. I am always down for more feedback! Also scrap the schedule I had, my mind has blown up with inspiration so.. whoops?
Refrain from reading if adult material upsets you, I liked writing the saucy stuff for this one! This one is a lil freaky.
= Mia and Char try and find a way to resolve their argument which took place in "25. When will you stop?" The pair struggle to communicate verbally.
The day passed by, and the tension was bubbling away at the surface for the two ladies. They couldn't even stand to look at each other, and they would huff every time the other was in their way or in the same room. This argument had severely tore them apart.
Char was drowning in a weird sense of guilt. She always knew Mia would never be unfaithful, but the sheer thought of it drove her to madness. It was a feeling she couldn't explain, like that alternate reality took control over her. Equally, the younger wanted to push at the reigns of her new backbone. It really wasn't fair that Mia hadn't communicated with her earlier, nor ever, about the fact that her 'flirtatious nature' was just a defence mechanism. It was so out of the blue for Charlotte. I mean, who thinks of flirting when they're in danger, she thought.
There it sank in, the insecurity... What if Mia was flirting with Char to just deflect from her true feelings? Did Mia really love her? Was Mia going to leave? Was Mia going to wake up one day and just tell Char that she hated her?
It all got a bit too much for Char to think about, and she felt her mind blank for a little while.
On the other hand, Mia was dealing with her own problems too. Her mind was on the nursery takeover, and she was slowly picking away at all the issues that had accumulated recently. Her argument with Char had her ripped to pieces, she couldn't even bear to think about the way they spoke to each other. They had exchanged some crude language, and they never did that. It was the first time Mia had heard Char swear so spitefully in so long. Although Charlotte nor Mia said any language directly aimed at the other, and the worst of it was the occasional "fuck's sake" from the brunette who would mutter under her breath. It still hurt.
Mia felt like an open wound with all the emotions regarding the takeover clashing violently with the misunderstanding she'd had with her sweetheart. She wanted to make it right but she knew her words would have no impact right now. Charlotte wouldn't believe a word that came out of her mouth since she saw the way she had talked to Ryan.
Mia decided she would head to the gym. The gym had become a place of refuge for Mia, for her to release her anger and to rethink decisions. Mia had always valued taking care of herself and her body, so when she was young, the gym was a no-brainer. But now, as she grew older, it was a comforting place to be, a place to be alone. A place to switch off.
She decided to write Char a note, and stuck it to the door, before heading out.
It wasn't long before Char noticed that there wasn't any ruffling around from Mia in a while, she couldn't hear the footsteps as Mia marched around the rooms thinking aloud, so she assumed the redhead was asleep.
As Char made her way downstairs again, she felt her heart poke a little. She cared enough to check on Mia, but she didn't want to apologise or talk yet. Upon reaching the end of the stairs, straight ahead - stuck on the door - was a post-it with Mia's handwriting. Char would recognise that handwriting anywhere.
Her heart sank, like she could feel it in her stomach, as a fleeting moment of fear struck through her body. If her fear of being abandoned was becoming reality.
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Mialotte: Eternal Sweethearts
FanfictionCharlotte's world turns upside down, but she finds salvation in a hot-mess redhead, who reads her like an open book, seeing her in ways no one else has ever dared to...