Evermore :||: Nick & Charlie

Chapter 31: I Never Meant to Hurt You, Though

Charlie's POV
A few weeks later

I've been back at school for a little while. It's been hard, but my teachers have been extremely supportive. Surprisingly, getting caught up on school work hasn't been too bad, most of that due to my teachers giving me extensions.

I'm glad to say that it does genuinely feel like I'm getting better, but there's some days that I've had recently that make it feel like all of my progress has been lost.

Today is one of those days.

Nick is supposed to come over, but I've been locked in my room all day, not texting anyone, barely getting out of bed as well. I really don't know why I'm feeling like this. There's literally no reason for me to be having a bad day. Nothing's happened in my life that would cause it.

I guess they just happened sometimes.

Maybe some are worse than others, but to me, I really don't see how it could get worse.

As I'm laying in bed, I hear the doorbell ring from downstairs. I know it's Nick, he's the only person that really comes over. I quickly sit up in my bed, trying to make it seem like I haven't spent all day in the same spot. Soon enough, there's a light knock on my door before it opens, revealing Nick.

"Hey." He says, shutting the door.

"Hey." My voice is flat. He's definitely gonna pick up on the fact that I'm not doing well. He sits down on my bed and kisses me before pulling back.

"Are you alright?" He asks. I feel my eyes start to well with tears. I hate when he asks me that question because I can't hide how I'm feeling when those words come out of his mouth. "What happened?" He asks, taking my hands in his. I shake my head, looking up, trying not to let the tears fall down my cheeks.

"Just didn't sleep all that well last night." I lie, finally looking at him.

"We could take a nap if you wanted?" He suggests. I shake my head, letting go of Nick's hands.

"You came over here to hang out with me, not sleep." I wipe my eyes.

"No, it's okay. I really don't mind."

"Can we just go downstairs or something?" I ask, trying to change the subject. Nick looks at me, taken aback by what I said.

"Oh...um, sure. If-if that's what you want." I stand up from my bed and walk out of my room, heading downstairs. I hear Nick's footsteps as he follows me. Lucky for me, my parents are out for the weekend and Tori's supposed to be going to some party tonight with her new friend Michael, so the only person that'll be here beside me is Nick. Even though I'm having a shitty day, I still want him to be here, but I know when I get like this, I start snapping at everyone, including the people I love most in this world.

I sit down on the couch, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. Nick sits down too, resting his hand on my knee. "Are you sure you're okay? You know you can talk to me if-"

"Stop trying to be my therapist. I already have one of those. I just want you to be my boyfriend for the day. Is that too much to ask for?"

"I'm not trying to be your therapist, I'm just trying to be there for you."

"Sorry." I mumble, sinking into the couch.

"You don't need to apologize, I just want you to talk to me."

"I'm so sick of talking about everything all the time. I talk with Geoff, I talk with you, I talk with Tori, god, I'm just tired of talking." I say in frustration.