WOSO Oneshot

Charli Grant x Reader- Whispered Secrets

You never imagined a Saturday afternoon nap could turn into such a revealing moment. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as you lay curled up beside Charli Grant, your longtime crush and now, unexpectedly, your close friend.

Charli shifted beside you, her steady breaths a comforting backdrop to the quiet of the room. Her arm was draped over your waist, the light pressure of his touch sending a flutter through your chest. As you started to doze off, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you.

Minutes ticked by peacefully until Charli stirred, her voice barely audible at first. "Did you know..." Her words trailed off, and you blinked, unsure if you had heard correctly.

"Know what?" you murmured, not entirely awake but intrigued by the hint of something deeper in her tone.

Charli shifted again, her breathing evening out once more, and you relaxed back into the comfort of her presence. But just as you were about to slip back into sleep, her voice pierced the quiet again, this time more distinct.

"Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

Your eyes snapped open, heart pounding in your chest. Did she just say...?

With a mix of embarrassment and curiosity, you turned to face her, careful not to disturb his peaceful slumber. Her expression was serene, innocent even, as if she hadn't just dropped a bombshell revelation.

"What do I say?" you whispered, hoping he would continue to reveal the secrets your subconscious apparently spilled.

Charli chuckled softly, her eyes fluttering open to meet yours. "Mostly about how amazing your spaghetti carbonara is and how you think my playlist needs more indie rock."

Your cheeks flushed at the unexpected confession, but the warmth spreading in your chest overrode any embarrassment. "Do I say anything else?"

"Sometimes," Charli admitted with a playful glint in her eye, "you mention my name. Just... in a way that makes me wonder what you dream about."

Your breath caught at her words, realising the implications of your unconscious confessions. But before you could overthink it, Charli leaned closer, her hand finding yours beneath the blanket.

"You know," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, "I think you might talk about me more than you realise."

You couldn't help but smile, your heart swelling with a mix of joy and nervousness. "Maybe... maybe I do."

In that quiet moment, with the sunlight painting patterns on the walls and Charli's gaze holding yours with a newfound tenderness, you realised that sometimes the things left unspoken could be the most telling of all.

And as you drifted back to sleep, hand in hand with Charli Grant beside you, you couldn't help but wonder what other secrets might come to light, whispered between the dreams and reality that intertwined between you.