Leo's P. O. V.
I could hear our song playing in the background, but I couldn't process anything I was doing. I knew that my rap was coming up, but I felt locked in place. All of a sudden, my feet started moving on their own. They walked me across the stage, exactly to where Charlie was standing.
Oh god.
It was time for me to start the rap, but I ignored it, and instead grabbed Charlie by his sweatshirt collar and pulled him into me...
I woke with a start from my dream. I was breathing heavily, but nothing else seemed to be out of the ordinary. I turned to look at my clock, it was 6:30am, an hour and a half before Charlie would be here to take me to the studio.
What was that? I wondered. Of course I had had dreams about Charlie before, but never like that. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes before pushing back my sheets and stretching, disregarding the thought completely.
Well, almost completely. I couldn't shake the truth behind the dream. Not that I like Charlie, of course, but the fact that Charlie was a boy. And that no one knew that I liked boys. It was the first time I had actually dreamed at night about kissing a boy. But why Charlie?
I had a quick shower and brushed my teeth before getting into my usual attire of skinny jeans and a hoodie. I grabbed a cap to put on my head and put my phone and wallet into my pockets before heading downstairs.
"Morning mum, morning Tillie." I greeted them as I walked into the kitchen for some breakfast.
"Morning Leo. I have to head to work so I'm going to take Tillie to her friend's house. There's breakfast on the table for you. Charlie's supposed to be here in about an hour, right? Will you be okay until then?" Mum shot the information at me while she gathered everything together. I didn't miss Tillie's quiet "hey" during mum's mantra though.
"I'll be fine mum, I'm seventeen now you know." I walked over to her and gave her a hug. Me growing up has been hard on her, she's always been so protective of me, through everything.
"I know Leo, I just don't like it." She laughed, "I love you."
"I love you too. Now, get going. You'll be late for work." She gave me a quick kiss on my left cheek before ushering herself and Tillie out the door. I was left alone. The breakfast mum had mentioned, which I now noticed, was once again baked to perfection: her vegan gingerbread waffles. My mouth started to water once I spotted them so I quickly grabbed myself a fork, sat down, and dug in.
It took me all of three minutes to eat the four waffles she made, then I grabbed a glass of water before heading back up to my room for the last forty five minutes until Charlie was due to arrive. I packed my bag, with my laptop, headphones, any chargers I would need, and some clothes; I was staying round Charlie's tonight. By the time I was sure I had packed everything, I realized that there was only about five minutes until Charlie was supposed to be parked outside my house.
I grabbed my bag and made my way down the stairs, pulling on some shoes before sitting outside on the front rail to wait for him. It was only about thirty seconds before the familiar car came into view. I couldn't help but smile, I hadn't seen him in almost a week, we had a small break. Breaks are nice, but I love what I do so much that without doing it for that long it feels like I'm missing something. It's not like I can't rap at home, but on our one week breaks I very scarcely get to see Charlie, which is hard because he's like a brother to me.
Charlie honked the horn and I jumped, realizing I had gotten lost in thought, staring aimlessly at his car. I looked at him through the windshield and saw he was laughing, and had his phone up as if he was filming me, which he probably was. I sighed and smiled, not able to help myself as I gathered my things and put them in the backseat of Charlie's car before hopping in the passenger seat.
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Perfect (Chardre) [COMPLETED]
FanfictionI'm very terrible at descriptions so I'm not even gonna try lmao This is a story about the singing/rapping duo called Bars and Melody, aka Charlie and Leondre, which makes "Chardre" If you want to, read on. If you don't, I don't care find something...