Charles x Henry One Shots!

Past

Charles POV:

         Thunder cracked outside as I pulled the thick blankets further over my head. I always hated thunderstorms, they reminded me of the worst night of my life.

          Suddenly, a bright flash of light appeared outside of my window, loud cracks following after it, taking the power out with it.

          Now on the verge of panicking, I texted my boyfriend, Henry, my hands trembling as tears dripped onto the screen. Luckily, he was responding quickly.

C: "Are you awake?"
H: "Yeah, why? Everything okay?"
C: "Do you think you could come over for a bit? I understand if not, this storm is pretty bad after all."
H: "I'll be over in ten."

           As I waited for the man to arrive, I shakily stood up, deciding to light some candles, allowing the house to be dimly lit.

           About twelve minutes later, I heard knocks on the front door, causing me to twitch. I got up and opened the door, Henry's expression immediately shifting into a worried one.

           He entered the house, taking off his raincoat before pulling me into a tight hug, using the light from the candles to see where I was.

           Unable to help it, I dug my face into Henry's shoulder, breathing in his comforting scent between my sobs. Gradually, I began to calm down in his arms.

           Once my sobs were reduced to occasional sniffles, Henry pulled me over to the couch. He sat down and pulled me into his lap, rewrapping his arms around me.

"Need to talk about it?"

             My love suddenly asked, obviously referring to why I was crying. I considered lying and just saying that I was astraphobic, or had a bad dream. But, no, I needed to finally talk to someone about this. Henry was really the only one I trusted enough to talk about it to.

"It's just...when I was a kid, it was storming the night something bad happened."

              I found myself unable to continue, spiraling into another breakdown as a flashback of that night came into my head.

                           -About 23 years ago-
                  From five year old Charles POV.

             My dad was a soldier in the Air Force, hence why we were currently living overseas. My mother predominantly stayed home to watch me. I loved both of my parents so much.

             Momma was a queen as my dad always said, which made him the heroic king and me the prince! It was mine and mommas duty to protect the house while dad was out.

             Yet, all of us were at home, mom serving us dinner. My dad and I didn't start eating until mom sat down. But, about five minutes into dinner, there was a loud noise outside of the house, immediately being recognized as a thunderstorm.

             None of us took much concern in it, not paying attention until the thunder began to sound a little...odd. Just as I was about to ask my parents why it sounded like that, there was a large flash and an explosion from the other side of the house, the ceiling beginning to fall in.

             Momma tried to protect me while dad grabbed a gun, not getting far before falling down, strange men rushing into the room. My mom screamed and kicked as they grabbed her, beginning to drag her out of the room.

"Hey! Let go of my mommy!"

             I yelled, trying to attack one of the men, yet, he just threw me to the floor, knocking all of the air out of my chest. By the time I got up, the men were gone, leaving me standing in the ruins of our house, rain drenching the entirety of my body.