✨(Mature):Nick n Charlie's One Shot Stories✨

🎬Cooking Up🥣Your Love🍳: (Bonus)

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DashTheTransBoi

Nicks Pov.

I shivered as I hurried into the lobby, my shoulder was sore from accidentally landing wrong . I yawned as I started up the stairs, dodging the left over snow.
I sighed, irritated. I'm not slipping and falling on this shit.
I turned around and went back down stairs , deciding to take the elevator instead of risking it.
All the lights were dim except the fireplace..
I groaned , irritated at whatever Moron forgot to turn it off.
I headed into the den to turn it off and stopped.
My eyes locking in.

Charlie laid there curled up in his pajamas, his book on the table.
I snickered,
He fell asleep reading??
He really is a nerd..

Whatever, the fireplace needs to be off, it's a hazard.
As I sneaked past him to go between him and the coffee table in order to reach the switch, I accidentally stepped on something. I raised a brow, looking down as I lifted the front of my boot up.
It was a piece of fabric? Or rope?
I peered down abit more, and realized it was a handle.
A handle?
And then I noticed it was an overnight bag.
I chuckled.
He was so lazy he never even went to his room?

I chuckled as I went to reach the switch, until I heard something.
I pulled back, realizing it was coming from him.
I smirked, but raised a brow in curiosity as I leaned over slightly to look at his face.
He had his hands folded under neath his head, like it was a pillow.
I heard the sound again,
Realizing he was crying, and sniffling in his sleep.
I leaned over, awkwardly.

He cheeks were wet.

I sighed , and rolled my eyes upward, irritated at how bad I was starting to feel...

I turned the switch off and huffed as I grabbed his bag and slipped my arm through the handle, as I leaned down and slowly lifted him up into my arms.

Why Me...

This idiot doesn't have a room or what?!
Who the hell is he bunking with a-

I stood in the elevator, the doors closing.
Unable to help it as I looked down at his face, pained as he slept, then he snuggled his face closer into my bicep, his hand gripping onto my shirt.

"Hey this-" I started..

His face relaxed, as he drifted off, the pained expression fading.

"Is expensive.." I sighed , annoyed as the doors slid open. He would look cute like this...
Damn it..
How annoying...

I carried him out and down the hallway, ignoring the ache in my shoulder.
I unlocked my door to the top suite and headed inside, closing and locking behind me.

I sighed dropping his bag on the floor at the end of my bed, before going over to the side that always remained untouched.
I pulled back the comforter and laid him down , pulling the blanket back over. I sighed, crossing my arms as I watched him shift.
He snuggled his face into the pillow, a sad smile on his lips.

I rolled my eyes,
"Such a pain in the ass... "
I can't wait to yell at him for not going back to his room..

I changed for bed and came back, pausing.
The events finally connecting and making more sense.
I sat down on my side,

This idiot never even got a room.. did he

did he Seriously stay in that sofa spot all day long? .. why the fuck didn't he say anything ??!!
I looked over and glared at him.

He gently snored...
Until I heard it, my eye's widened.
"Nick.." he breathed.

I stared, frozen.
"What?" I answered awkwardly , confused..