Charles looked at you with an apprehensive gaze, but it quickly turned to an amused look when he saw your face. "You ready?"
You stopped humming and looked at him. You nodded while puffing up your cheeks, Bill Withers drowning out some of your worries. "Ready as I'll ever be." You rolled your chair closer to his, resting your head against his temple.
Charles propped his phone on his desk, then hit the 'live' button. You two sat there for a moment, waiting for people to join. Comments immediately began flooding in as people began to come in. The only thing the viewers could see were the tops of both your heads, pressed together to fit in the tiny frame. The comments quickly turned from sweet greetings to bouts and claims of confusion.
You began giggling, softly at first as the viewers began questioning who was with Charles. Then one person said your name, recognizing your laugh. The chat became filled with your name, sweet hellos and multiple asks to show your faces.
You began laughing, leaning away from the camera. Charles was chucking with you. "C'mon Y/n! You ruined the moment!"
You appeared back in the camera, both you and Charles having wide grins as you read the comments. They took note of your close proximity to one another and the fact you were dressed with Lewis's light blue Fred Perry sweatshirt. Paddy sat in your lap as you rubbed behind his ears. "Someone asked where we are? We're in Bordeaux! Yeah, she just met my parents."
"They fucking love me."
"More than me."
"Charles!"
"What? It's true." He said with a smug smirk. With that one remark the comments exploded. The fans began questioning if that was a relationship confirmation. As far as they knew, you two were simply close friends. You two had met in 2019 at one of your shows. Your Instagram feeds began to fill with the two of you joking around and jamming with each other over a long period of time and consequently, dating suspicions arose.
You looked back towards Charles's phone, seeing an almost identical comment show up on screen.
"Are you guys dating?"
You turned your heads to each other, both having shit-eating grins plastered on your faces. Charles gently wrapped his arm around your shoulders, drawing you in closer. He pressed a light kiss to your cheek then looked directly into the camera. "Yes we are."
Luckily at some point you had set Paddy down because you swiftly jumped from your chair to Charles's. In an attempt to kiss him, you both fell backwards and hit the carpeted floor.
Charles was laughing, and thank god for that cause you were afraid you accidentally hurt him. "What was that for?" He continued laughing, his arms loosely placed around your waist.
"To prove our point."
You kissed him once more before helping him up. The comments had gone off. Some asking if you were okay, others in hysterics at your antics.
"To conclude: yes, we are together."
You both continued the live stream for an hour or so, answering some questions and generally having a good time before calling it quits.
Hours later, you both were laying down on Charles's bed. You had long fallen asleep nuzzled into your boyfriend's side. He was scrolling though his phone when he received a text from one of his friends. He had sent him a link and no other comment.
Looking at it skeptically, he opened it to be met with an article. Looking at title it read, 'Someone You Love: Culinary artist Charles Michel and Singer Y/n L/n Go Public'. Charles read through the article, laughing when a picture came up. It was both of you, though you could hardly tell with how blurry it was. You had just jumped on him, and already falling backwards. Charles's face full of shock as the chair leaned too far back.
He looked down at you, now fast asleep. He smiled to himself, giving you a gentle forehead kiss. He set his phone down on the bedside table then turned to face you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer.
"Goodnight, love. You're crazy as fuck."
