Narlie after hours (s)

love

story 10

This one is deeper and might need a trigger warning! Mentions of depression, self harm

Charlie pov

Its Saturday morning. I'm rotting in my bed. When people say rotting, they mean watching tv shows and staying in bed. When I mean it, I'm just staring into space, consumed by my thoughts. I feel stuck under my comforter laying on my side. I've been up for a couple hours, yet I still don't have any energy to even pick up my phone. I know I said I still have bad days, but I just feel so consumed by my feelings. My thoughts are running, and my eyesight starts to blur from water filling. I feel so overwhelmed but I can't do anything about it. I'm stuck.

BUZZ BUZZZZZZ BUZZ BUZZZZZ BUZZ-

My phones ringing. Nick's face pops up when I glance over at it charging next to me on my bed. I sigh and put on my best happy voice and slide across my screen to answer and put it on speaker, leaving it where it is next to me.

Hi baby! You awake?

Yea Ive been up for a little

...

He's silent

Nick? You still there?

Are you ok Char? You sound sad...

Fuck I thought I was hiding it enough. I clear my throat.

Yea! Sorry just a little tired.

...Oh ok. I love you! What are you up to today?

Not much. I was just going to stay in bed. You?

Can I come over?

Oh shit. I cant hide it now. I wipe my tears that are still sitting on my cheek and look around at my depression room. Great what now.

Yea for sure give me like an hour? I should clean haha

I don't care Charlie! I want to be with you.

Nick its ok seriously I know you just think im sad but im fine!

You can tell I'm trying my best to sound as happy as possible and I regret it as soon as it comes out of my mouth.

Too late, I'm already walking out. Love you- He hangs up. Fuck.

I jump up and hurriedly throw all my mess into my closet and run to the bathroom. I fix my hair and brush my teeth and jump back in my bed. I wrap myself in the throw sitting on my bed and I'm watching his location come closer to my house as he is walking street by street. I love him, but I don't have the energy to be fake happy like I always do. I just hate always being such a downer around him.

His jingle of the knock rings throughout the empty and quiet house.

I hop down the stairs, still wrapped in my throw and open the door to Nick still in his pjs too. Except his somehow always look more put together on him. He is steps inside smiling at me and picks me up in a hug, slightly spinning me around. I giggle and he lets me down.

"Nick you are insane"

"And?" He smiles and shuts the door behind him. He kicks off his shoes and follow me up the stairs into my room and onto my bed.

We are both laying under my throw on our sides, looking into each other's eyes. It feels like the whole world stops when I look into his eyes.

"So. Char." He rubs his hands up my side and up my arms. I shudder at his touch on my arms and he notices my new scabs along my forearm. I can he tries not to bring attention to it, but he stops his hands when he feels the rough texture. "Talk to me. Whats been going on?"