Charlie & Charles

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Hiya!
I'm fully aware that it's been months since I last updated, but thanks to your amazing support I decided to continue the story. I'm sorry you had to wait that long, but a lot is going on in my life right now, however, I'll do my best to update new chapters regularly.
I hope you'll enjoy the story :)
PS. I've recently edited previous chapters here and there, feel free to check them out!
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As the door opened, I marvelled at the beautifully decorated roof terrace.

"Woah," I whispered, walking out of the lift into the chilly night air. My sweaty body instantly relaxed, eyes were absorbing the breathtaking view.

A vast space was filled with thousands of tiny light bulbs - each swung lightly in the early winter breeze. Below them, ivory white pots of different shapes and sizes were tastefully deployed. Considering the weather, only some of them were holding plants. At the very edge of the terrace stood wooden furniture, probably soon meant to be taken away before the snow starts falling.

But not the equipment itself was important there - it was the view, the vibrant city living underneath and around us, that was worth a closer look.

I looked around in amazement, my mouth was wide open, "It's.... Woah. Just woah."

Charles stood right behind me, amused by my reaction.

"What?" I asked, walking towards him. I could feel my cheeks had turned red, and so had my nose. I stopped centimetres away from his welcoming face, undoubtedly crossing all of his personal spaces.
Charles didn't look as if he minded though.

"Welcome to my kingdom," He let out a soft rasp, which mixed with the hustle and bustle of London. He looked down at me, trying to catch my glance.

Finally looking into his eyes, I let out a small giggle which instantly turned into a white puff.
He smiled widely, creating a puff himself, "A bit cold, hm?"

"Maybe a little," I agreed happily, feeling butterflies dancing all over my stomach and alcohol messing with my head.

I stepped back, unsteadily heading towards the edge of the roof for a better view.

Charles leant against the barrier, watching me.

"Easy there, buddy," He caught my hand as I lurched dangerously over the open space.

I smiled gratefully, taking a seat in the wooden armchair next to the glassed railing. With my legs crossed, I felt as carefree as a 5-year-old child.

"I like it a lot here," I mumbled, admiring ablaze skyscrapers and countless cars speeding on the roads underneath us.

"I can say," He answered cockily, moving one of his eyebrows up.

"Anyways, how come we can be here? I guess people don't have a chance to step by often?" I asked, taking a look at the secluded space. After all, we were now in the very centre of the city, surrounded solely by business buildings, and it got me thinking how on Earth could he access such location.

"Well...," Charles took off his glasses to clean lenses with the sweater, "My father used to be a big shot here before he quit, you know. Back then I would spend every school afternoon hanging around the place, pretending I'm a pirate or Batman or whatever else," He smirked, slightly embarrassed.