Fandom Imagines| Book 1

Charlie Puth #34

A soft breeze rustled the golden fall leaves. The air just barely peaked 70 degrees though the soft wind caused a chill. The soft slapping of your boots seemed the only sound to echo around the barren streets and sidewalk. It wasn't unusual for the streets to be empty in your small town. The silence wasn't eerie in the slightest. Your town was small and charming, old Victorian townhouses lining the tree dotted pathways and neatly pairs of train tracks neatly criss crossing the neatly swept street. To some people, it could have been a dream land. And for a time, it was.

That was before he moved him. He being your devilishly handsome neighbor, Charlie. His joining of the modest community caused quite the uproar which was almost unheard of. You figured if nothing when the moving truck pulled up beside your house and barely bat an eye when they began to unload. However by mid afternoon, a gentle thrum of chants had built up beside your home. Wondering what it could possibly be, you peeking through your creme lace curtains, an abrupt gasp leaving your lips when you spotted the rippling crowd of teenage girls spilling onto your lawn.

The crowd wasn't quite a....crowd. Though your population was small, barely 6,000, it seemed the whole area of girls was on the green grass of your neighbors lawn. "What is going on?" You had wondered aloud, letting your curtains flutter shut. The moving truck had evacuated, finishing the job. The roaring of the girls never dulled until later into the night when dusk began to fall. Slowly they began to trickle away until it was only a select few ladies. And even they left when the clock struck 9:00. The next day you had decided to investigate, not having the slightest idea of who had moved in beside you.

Cradling a basket of freshly baked muffins in your hands, the sweet fragrance was carried by the wind. You approached the large white door that towered over your frame, feeling the slightest bit of intimidation grasp your stomach.nevertheless, you closed your fist and raised it, lightly knocking on the smooth wood. You counted the seconds in your head, but growing impatient with the tiresome activity, you leaning back on your heels and made speculations at who could be behind the thin door. You started when the soft click of a lock reached your ears, then the door being thrown open.

A young man stepped out of the threshold of the home. He wore tight fitted jeans and a tight black shirt, a flannel hanging unbuttoned off his shoulders. His chestnut brown hair was hastily styled to achieve an almost out-of-bed look. His warm hazel eyes shyly scanned the length of your body, faltering on the muffin basket and finally meeting your eyes. You smiled. You noticed the two pale scars that cut across his left eyebrow, finding it oddly charming. The man before you seemed familiar, like you had seen him somewhere. "Hello." You finally greeting. Your fingers the clenched the handle of the whicker basket tightly almost cautiously. Perhaps this wasn't the best of ideas.

The young man stepped out a little more until he was standing on his brown doormat. "Hey." He returned, voice low and smooth. You found your voice caught in your throat as you struggled to regain your train of thought. "Um...I-I'm your neighbor right there," you gave your thumb a quick jab towards the cheery yellow house that lay barely 5 feet away. His eyes never strayed from yours.
"And I-I wanted t-to welcome you to the neighborhood...." You trailed off.
"Charlie." He offered, eyes sparkling. You noticed the soft, intriguing tilt to his head as he inspected you closely.

You found yourself swimming in the brown pools of his eyes and it was a few seconds before you remembered why you were standing in the cold November air in the first place. Clearing your throat, you thrust the basket of cooling muffins to Charlie.
"I made these for you as a welcome gift. My names Y/N, by the way. I-I wasn't sure what you liked so I made an assortment of blueberry, chocolate," Charlie remained silent as you burst into a one sided conversation, tangled in the mysterious grace of...you. Charlie couldn't quite grasp that you were really real. He couldn't wrap his head around the idea that a beautiful, almost charming girl like you had done such a gracious act for a stranger like him.

Tearing from his thought, Charlie took the basket gratefully and rested a hand on your dainty shoulder.
"Y/N?" Charlie interrupted the corners of his lips quirking into an amused smile. Your cheeks heated into an embarrassed blush as you let your eyes drop.
"Yeah?" You choked out, voice barely a whisper. Charlie felt his breath catch in his throat as you peered up at him through your eyelashes, lips pulling back into a shy, tentative grin. "Would you like to come in?" He offered. Released of the unbearably awkward situation, you nodded. Charlie smile softly, stepping out from the doorframe.
"Ladies first?" He offered kindly. You graciously accepted, stepping into the warm house. You slipped from your warm shoes, all the while inspecting the neat house.

Charlie had done a surprising amount of unpacking in the short time he had arrived. The walls were painted a soft pale grey with white trim. Dark oak floors were covered by thick white carpet and pictures of what appeared to be family and friends hung in fames or were neatly arranged on shelves. The family room was quite large with a U shaped couch and plush looking chairs. The home was fairly modern for the design of house but it seemed to work. What you liked most about the house, though, was that it really felt like a home. It carried an aura that you had immediately detected when Charlie opened the door, inviting and kind.

"I love your place." You breathed. The soft click of the door behind you echoed throughout the   empty house. Charlie chuckled softly behind you, setting the basket of muffins on a nearby table.
"Thanks."

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2 years

The widows around the house carried in a warm summer breeze. Natural sunny light filtered into the house, highlighting the vase of white lilies that sat on a table. Upstairs, two bodies molded together beneath thin white sheets that ruffled whenever one or the other moved. The male was the first to awake. His vision was blurry but he was able to make out the small form that lay curled up beside him. Her hair splayed out on the pale grey pillows of the bed, her face molded into a mask of serenity. Charlie, unable to contain the growing sweetness in his chest, brushed a finger along the women's jaw.

She shifted, a small squeak of protest escaping her lips.
"Charlie..." She quietly whined, turning her back to her lover. Charlie chuckled lowly, again teased the skin of he girl. He pressed soft butterfly kisses to her bare shoulder where his t-shirt-which she had thrown on-had slipped. Goosebumps rose on her skin and she shivered despite the warm temperatures. Charlie let the rough pads of his finger tips gently trace his trail of kisses until he ended right at the corner of her lips, towering over her.

"Good morning my love." He gently sighed, finally pressing a kiss to her puckered lips. The kiss was slowly and sweet, perfect for the still drowsy Y/N who struggled to get her bearings.
"What's the plane today?" She yawned, raising her arms above her head in a leisurely stretch. The singer let his muscled arms circle her waist, bringing her close to his chest. "Absolutely nothing at all."

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