Charlie Puth☽ imagines

☽ Our Secret Love

Part 2

The Next Day

Charlie has been calling me and texting nonstop since our argument yesterday

Well it wasn't really an argument, just a disagreement but what's the difference these days

I sigh as I sit at the island in my kitchen, stirring my cup of coffee with a spoon

I sit there thinking about the dream, or nightmare should I say, last night:

I groan as I stir in bed
I reach out my hand and touch the other side of the bed, expecting to feel Charlie but all I feel is a cold spot of the bed
I pick my head up, looking for Charlie
"Charlie?" I softly yell out
The only respond I get is silence
I get up, intending to go downstairs but then I see Charlie's dresser is cracked open
I curiously walk over to it and open it to find the drawer empty
I then feel my heart start to race
I quickly open the other drawers, hoping to find at least find one piece of clothing of his but they're all gone
Where is Charlie?
It's like he's just disappeared
I start to sigh heavily

I hurriedly look for my phone, hoping to find his number
I sigh relieved as I tap his name, I put my phone to my ear as it starts ringing
On the third ring, he answers
"Yes?" He asks
"Thank God you're okay, I was starting to get worried" I chuckled
"Worried? About what?", he asks, a tone in his voice I'm not used to hearing
It sounded like annoyance
"About you, what else?" I said as if it was obvious
"Okay y/n, why are you calling me?" He asks, his annoyance starting to sound more obvious
"Okay I don't know what's up with you but we'll just talk about it when you get home" I say, trying not to get annoyed with him
"Home? Y/n, you do know that when couples break up, they don't usually keep living together right?", he says slowly
"Are you drunk?", he adds
"What? Break up? What are you talking about?" I ask him
"You're drunk. Okay I'll go along. Remember we both decided to go separate ways because you couldn't handle keeping our relationship a secret?"

And that's when I woke up, with my forehead was damp with cold sweats

I didn't know what to think about the dream

Could that really happen? Or was it just a short film about one of my fears?

Or maybe. Just maybe that dream was a sign, telling me to quit complaining about not being public with Charlie. I mean public or not, I am still with Charlie, which is all that matters.

Right?

I sip my coffee as all of my thoughts roam in my head

No. I need to stop being so ridiculous. I love Charlie and he loves me, that's all that matters

I grab my phone, deciding on texting Charlie

You: hey Charlie, I'm sorry for how I've been acting and not for answering your calls and texts, I just needed time to think
Charlie 💘: it's okay baby, I understand. I just want you to know I'm not a big fan of keeping us a secret either but I just want to keep you safe

I sigh. Why does he always have to use that excuse? I can protect my damn self, does he think I'm just an easy target?

You: yeah I know

Maybe this isn't going to be as easy as I thought

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Will be posting the next part soon! 😊