Charles x Henry One Shots!

Apologies

Henry's POV:

               Ellie and I were in the middle of yet another argument about some dumb shit. Apparently I did something on our most recent mission that put us in danger. When, in reality, it absolutely had to be done. Yet, she was still screaming at me over it.

E: "You fuckin dumbass! You really... REALLY think that setting off a damn BOMB was the best way out of that?!"

H: "It's all I could do! If I hadn't of set it off they would've captured us, Ellie!"

                  With that, the red head turned and grabbed a ceramic mug, throwing it straight at my head. Luckily, I ducked, but the pure anger of her throwing something at me took over. Just as I was about to lunge at her, I felt someone pull me back.

                  Not thinking straight, and out of fury, I whipped around and punched the person who grabbed me. Yet, as soon as I saw who it was, my heart sank, all anger being immediately replaced with guilt.

                                 It was Charles.

                   Now holding his face with both hands, the pilot ran off before I could apologize. Turning to Ellie, I grabbed the mug that had fell on the carpet, throwing it at her head. She didn't dodge in time, the item smashing against her forehead.

"Look what you've caused!"

                   I yelled with tears in my eyes, running off in the direction Charles had gone. I figured he had gone to his house, so that was the first place I went. Once there, I frantically knocked on the door, relieved to hear movement from inside the house.

                  Yet, the relief was short lived when he didn't open the door, no matter how much I begged to just let me in. Unable to hold the tears back any longer, I leaned my head against the door, breaking down into sobs as I begged more.

"Charles I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was you, I was just so angry. Please let me in, I'm so so so sorry. I didn't mean to hit you!"

                After about an hour, I gave up, trudging back to my own home. I sent about twenty apology texts, guilt destroying me from the inside. I felt hope rise in my chest when I heard my text tone, sighing when I saw the words on the screen.

"I forgive you, but you really need to work on your anger, Henry. You can't just hit people when you're angry, especially when you don't know who it is. Only lash out at people if you really need to, okay? I'll talk to you tomorrow."

                    Instead of responding, I simply sat the phone down on the side table, digging my face into my pillow. He was absolutely correct, I did need some kind of anger management. Tears collected in my eyes again as I turned to stare up at the ceiling.

                  I really didn't deserve to be forgiven, I did something horrible. But Charles was just so sweet and understanding. I don't know how I got lucky enough to have him in my life. Yet, I may have fucked it up with my anger. I needed professional help, this not being the first time I had unnecessarily lashed out at someone.

                  So, before falling asleep, I did some research and found a good therapist, booking a consultation. Afterwards, I tried my best to fall asleep, not being very successful. I still just felt so guilty. Yet, after about three hours of tossing and turning, I finally fell asleep.

                                            - - -

                   In the morning, I decided that I needed to make it up to Charles somehow. So, I went out town, going to the local florist. I got him a huge bouquet of red roses, sunflowers, white tulips, daffodils, and carnations. Once that was ready, I went to his favorite restaurant and got his normal order to go.

                  The final stop was Starbucks to get him his normal coffee order, along with two cake pops. Then, I headed to his house, having to knock on the door with my foot. After a moment, Charles opened the door, his eyes widening a little bit when he noticed everything in my arms.

                 He stepped aside so that I could step in, immediately going to set everything down. He followed me, smiling a little as he giggled.

"Henry, I already told you I forgive you, you didn't have to do all of this for me."

                 I was about to assure him that I just wanted to, but when I turned to look at him, I noticed the bruise on his cheek where I had hit him. Immediately, all of the guilt rushed back, gently placing my hand on his cheek as tears dripped from my eyes, my voice a whisper.

"Oh my god...Charles I'm so so sorry. You didn't deserve this. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry."

                 The brunette placed his hand on mine, leaning against it a small bit as he smiled softly at me.

"It's okay. Don't worry, it doesn't even hurt."

                  Taking my hand away from his face, I pulled him into a hug, hiding my face in his hair. Thank goodness he hugged me back, separating after a moment. He walked over to the things I brought, smiling at the flowers.

                   Yet, when he saw the food and drink, Charles began to jump up and down in excitement, thanking me over and over. I would've never expected food to make him so happy.

                   Gleefully, the pilot took his food and drink and sat down on the sofa, beginning to eat. I sat down beside him, watching in amusement at how happy he was. After a moment, I sparked up a topic.

"You know, you're right about me needing some anger management. So, I found a therapist and booked an appointment for a couple days from now."

                 Charles swallowed the food in his mouth before responding, nodding a little bit in approval.

"Good, that's very good actually. There's nothing wrong with needing professional help. Besides, you're still the Henry I know and love whether you're angry or not. But, I prefer calm Henry."

                   The guilt within me was still faintly there, but my best friends words assured me that I was taking the correct actions. Bless him for being so understanding and forgiving.

                  Once he finished with all of the food, Charles placed his head in my lap, falling asleep rather quickly. That's something I always found cute, that he usually got tired after eating anything. I stayed there while he slept, smiling down at the pilot.

                     I think he accepts my apology.
               Even yet, I never want to go through
                   a situation like this ever again.