Nick and Charlie-one shots

"Tori called me over"⛔️

ahhh haven't done angst in a hot minute.
(listen to my playlist you n&c lovers)
hope it's good<3
-m🍂💕
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Charlie's pov:

I wake up with a pounding in my head. I clench my stomach from pain and roll over and grab my phone.
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13:38
Saturday

1 notification

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When was the last time I ate? Tuesday? Wednesday? Not sure.
I click on the notification and click nicks contact.

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Nick🍂💕
10:31 Good morning ❤️
morning❤️ 13:40
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"Charlie." I look up from my phone to find Tori standing at my door, drinking her lemonade.

"Hm?" I say while rubbing my eyes and sitting up.

"Did you just wake up?" I nod at her question and she sips her drink.

"Are you going to come downstairs for breakfast?" I sigh and look at her fingers fidgeting with her cup.

"Not hungry."

"You need to eat something." She smiles very slightly and walks away.

All of the days have been the same.
I wake up, use the bathroom.
Take a nap.
Wake up.
Take another nap.
Wake up at 2 in the morning.
watch YouTube.
fall asleep.
Wake up at 1 or 2.
Repeat.

Sleeping is the only thing that helps the stomach pain. I lay back down and go to Spotify to listen to music. I reach over to my headstand and take my headphones. The song "bet it'll make his ribs show" starts to play. Hm, ironic.

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Tori's pov:

I walk away from Charlie's door with tears forming in my eyes. He hasn't ate in a while. I saw him eating Wednesday and that was only a granola bar. He's always 'not hungry'. I enter my room and pull out my phone.

Sighing, I press on nicks contact.
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Nick Nelson

"Come over please. Charlie isn't eating."

"I'll be over in 20."

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I hear a knock on the door and run downstairs to open it.

"Hi."

"Hi." He comes in and takes off his shoes.

"He hasn't been eating, he ate Wednesday but that's it. Something's wrong."

I see his expression change to worry. He nods and pats my arm sympathetically. He walks upstairs and I hear a door close.

I really hope Charlie's okay.

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Nicks pov:

I open the door letting out a shaky breathe. I find Charlie laying in his bed on his phone. He immediately looks up confused.

"Nick?"

"It is I."

I say jokingly. He gets up and hugs me. I carry him and spin around. He feels lighter, really light. He lost at least 5 pounds.

"What are you doing here?" He says smiling. I shrug and follow him to his bed to sit down. He dangles his feet off the bed as he lays his head on my shoulder.

"Tori called me over." I face him, his once smiling face turned blank. He sniffles as he gets his head off my shoulder.

"I'm fine. Everything's fine." I sigh looking around his room, trying to find something to say.

"Come on char. Why haven't you been eating."

He smiles as tears roll down his face.

"I just can't, oh god I just can't." He tries to play it off. As if it's no big deal. I've been through this before. I know why he feels like he can't.

"Charlie. Nothing bad is going to happen to me or anybody else. I promise." I wipe the tears off his face as I bring him in closer to kiss his head. He hugs me as he sniffles into my shirt.

"I know. It's just so hard. It feels like I can't control it. It's just. Hard." I nod trying to show my support. I hate seeing him like this.

"Weird how your own brain can cause harm instead of good, huh?" I say trying to lift up the mood. He giggles and I smile.

"Sorry I got your shirt dirty." He wipes his eyes as he laughs.

"Nah, all good. Don't worry at all."

I look into his eyes and take all of it in.
"I love you"

"I love you too."