Charles x Henry One Shots!

Thanksgiving

Charles POV:

            I had just gotten home from the grocery store, picking up what I needed for that night. Every year I made the desserts for Thanksgiving. This year, however, Henry had decided to help me out with it, also just wanting to hang out.

             Since I had some time before he'd get there, I flopped down on the couch and scrolled through Instagram. After about ten minutes of scrolling, I got a text. It was from my mother, reading

"Can't wait to see you tomorrow, Charlie! You bringing anyone special this year?"

              For years now, she had asked that same question before every holiday that I'd be coming home for. I didn't mind her asking, but every time I had to tell her that I wouldn't, I felt bad about it.

             I had wanted to ask Henry to come with me for about three years now, but each time I wimped out on it. With a sigh, I messaged my mom back, getting an immediate response.

"I don't know yet, probably not though."

"Aw, maybe next year you'll have a lovely lady with you."

              I chuckled slightly when I saw that she mentioned a woman. I wasn't exactly out to my parents yet, my siblings knew, but my parents didn't know.

              The second I sat my phone down, a knock at the door made me flinch. I yelled out "come in!", knowing that the door was unlocked. Luckily, it was Henry and not just some random person.

             Getting up, I ran towards my best friend, hugging him tightly as I thanked him for coming over. I felt strong arms hug me back, Henry swaying side to side a little in the hug.

             Once we separated, I closed and locked the door, following Henry to the kitchen afterwards. We had six desserts to make, apple pie, snickerdoodle cookies, caramel apple cheesecake, pumpkin pie, brownies, and fudge.

              Jokingly, I grabbed two aprons, handing Henry a pastel pink one with white lace on it. The apron in my hand was the exact same, just red and black instead of pink and white. The man in front of me began hysterically laughing, putting the apron on and posing.

              When he struck a pose, it was my turn to laugh, feeling a fluttery feeling in my abdomen. I loved him so much, and moments like that only made my feelings for him even more unbearable.

              Putting on my apron, we began to bake. The first thing I did was make the pie crust, getting Henry to help me with grabbing things, as well as mixing. He had admitted to me before coming over that he hadn't ever baked anything before, so I was teaching him some things as we went along.

             Once the crust was ready, I began to work on the apple pie filling and the pumpkin pie filling. While Henry sliced and peeled the apples, I made the pumpkin filling, knowing it wouldn't take that long.

             After everything was mixed, I got a spoon and tried a little bit of the mixture, pleased with the taste. I had always made pumpkin pie a little different than the traditional recipes. Yet, I'd never tell anyone the secret to why it was so good.

"I know it's tradition and all, but I've just never understood the hype about pumpkin pie. It's always grossed me out."

               Henry said to me, seeming confused when I grinned at him. Taking some of the mixture onto the spoon in my hand, I held it up to his mouth, giggling when he flinched back away from it.

"Just try it."
"No, it's pumpkin."
"You might like it."
"Fine."

                 He hesitantly took the spoon into his mouth, seeming puzzled for a moment before smiling. Pulling the now empty spoon out of his mouth, Henry made a dive for the rest of the mixture. I grabbed the bowl away from his reach, raising an eyebrow.