#Charlie Gillespie angst

[charlies-gillespie]

second choice | charlie gillespie

paring: fem!reader x charlie gillespie

summary: reader and Charlie argue after reader admits how she feels to Charlie … (22) “i can’t live without you!” & (32) “i’m always second choice, and i’m tired of it”

requested: yes

length: short to medium

rating: PG

warnings: an argument

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tag list: @mrsbrookegillespie @screwunsaidemily @towheadblonde @marvelousmendess @littlemissaddict

You woke up this morning feeling good about the day ahead. Your boyfriend promised you that he’d spend all day with you, and you’ve been looking forward to it all week. It’s been a while since the two of you have been able to spend the day together. He’s always out with Owen and Jeremy.

Charlie stirs in bed beside you. You look over at him and snuggle up to him. You close your eyes as Charlie instinctively wraps his arms around your shoulder. You press light kisses to his shoulder, mumbling, “Good morning, Charlie.”

“Good morning, my love,” he says, voice almost a whisper. “Excited for our day together?”

With a nod, you say, “Definitely. I’m glad that we are able to spend the day together. I’ve been looking forward to it all week.”

Your boyfriend laughs softly and says, “We better get ready then. I was thinking we could go out for breakfast, like to our favorite diner that we met in.”

He begins to attack you with kisses and you giggle as he kisses all over your face, your neck, your chest. Then Charlie’s phone rings. You watch as he reaches over to answer the phone. “Hello?” he says, sitting up. His back is to you. “Sounds good. I’ll be there at three. Yeah, see you then.” Charlie hangs up the phone and you blink at him.

“What happened to spending the day together?” you ask.

Charlie looks back at you and says, “We’ll be spending all day together, I promise. I just need to go and do something at three for a bit. We’ll still be able to do dinner together and have our planned movie night.”

You watch as he gets up and get ready for the day. “When you say you’re going to spend the day with me, you’re supposed to spend the day with me, Charlie,” you tell him. “I’ve been looking forward to this for a week.”

He looks over at you on the bed and says, “It’s not going to be that long, Y/N. An hour tops, if even that long.”

Slightly frustrated, you say, “You’re ditching me for an hour to, what, go spend time with the guys? You can’t do that tomorrow?”

“I’m sorry, baby,” Charlie says. “It’s important. I wouldn’t be ditching you if it wasn’t important.”

You cross your arms over your chest, saying, “I’m always second choice, and I’m tired of it, Charlie. I feel like I’m always a second choice to you over Owen and Jeremy.”

Charlie immediately says, “That’s not it, Y/N. You’re not a second choice to me. It’s always you.”

With an eye roll, you say, “It doesn’t feel like it, Charlie. It doesn’t feel like I’m your first choice when you’re always with the guys. You’re always choosing the guys over me.”

He turns and looks at you, saying, “I don’t choose the guys over you, Y/N. When have I ever-”

“Every single freaking day, Charlie!” you tell him. “It’s every day recently. For the past month, it’s you always leaving me to go hang with the guys. You choose the guys over me and I’m tired of it. Why am I even here if you don’t want to spend time with me?”

Charlie blinks at you and says, “I can’t live without you! That’s why you’re here. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. I want to wake up and give you good morning kisses. I want to see you everyday, which I get to do. That’s why you’re here. I’m sorry if I was planning a surprise for you with the help of the guys.”

Taken aback from what he just said, you feel your face soften and your heart drop into your stomach. “I, you ...” you trail off, looking at Charlie.

Your boyfriend sighs and says, “Yeah. I’m planning a surprise for you. That’s why I’ve been with the guys a lot recently. You’ve never been a second choice to me, Y/N. I’ve been planning this surprise to show you that you have never been and will never will be a second choice to me. I didn’t even want you to know the surprise was coming. I wanted it all to be a surprise to you.”

You frown and say, “Charlie, I’m sorry. I didn’t know and I think I overstepped.”

He looks at his feet and says, “No, I’m sorry I made you feel like you were becoming a second choice to the guys. It wasn’t the case at all.”

“On the bright side,” you say, getting up and walking over to Charlie. “I’m really looking forward to this surprise you have planned for me. You know how much I like surprises.”

Charlie looks up at you and says, “That’s why I was planning this surprise for you, Y/N.”

You hug him, saying, “I’m sorry I ruined your surprise.”

Your boyfriend hugs you back and says, “It’s still a surprise. I’ll just have to keep you on guard for a while so you forget about the surprise so I can still pull of the complete surprise.”

With a light laugh, you say, “Sounds good to me.”

[ewwhothefuckiski]

Emotional Bruises- Charlie Gillespie

DISCLAIMER: This fic is for entertainment purposes only and I am not claiming Charlie is like this in any way, shape, or form. He is his own person with his own personal life. This is purely fiction.

Requested: No

TW: Swearing, angst, emotional trauma

Taglist: @im-not-fine @i-thought-i-knew-what-love-was @winterberrysys @thedepths @headheartbellarke @bonobos-candy-bar @lmaohuh @theluketomypatterson @sapphireamethystpatch @lavanderjatp (request to be added)

A/N: This is extremely self indulgent, unedited, and rushed bc its midnight and I'm exhausted.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

How do I word this?

Charlie was usually one to have me at a loss for words- in a good way. This time, however, he's hurt me to the point I don't know how to express my emotions anymore. I'm numb.

Was about to write you this letter but it was just curses and cursive. You probably deserve it

I was going to wait until he left for filming, and then write him a letter about how much he hurt me, before packing up and leaving him. But I couldn't bring myself to hurt him like that. No matter how much he's hurt me.

But that's so impersonal, should tell you in person. I hope it don't hurt you but then I've been hurt too, by you.

I decided this with something that needed to be said to him face to face, even if it hurt him. After all, he's the one who caused me this much pain.

The truth is, all you do is, leave me emotional bruises.

Being with Charlie has been an emotional rollercoaster. He could have me feeling happier than I've ever been, and then next thing I know we spend the car ride home arguing, saying things neither of us could take back. Leaving me with the insecurities he's caused.

You're calling me up, to link up and figure shit out

Every time I've attempted to leave him, he's called me, begging me to meet him at our spot, so we could talk things out, and I fall for it each and every time.

No doubt times out, we never figure shit out

We've tried, and tried, and tried, but we always end back up at square one. Fighting, screaming at each other, making up, and then back to fighting.

I can't do this no more, you've got me on life support

I physically and emotionally can't take the rollercoaster of his love anymore. It's become toxic, an addiction. If I don't cut myself off now, I'll end up in the hospital.

'Cause this is the 5th time, I've taken you back

Charlie and I have taken multiple breaks. I've tried leaving him before, but it's never worked. It always ends up with him at my doorstep with flowers and tears in his eyes as he begs for me to forgive him. And I do. Every. Single. Time.

Its the 4th time, that we've relapsed

After every break, we end up back where we started. In the constant cycle of battling each other.

Its the 3rd second chance that I've given you

I give him chance and chance again, and he never takes them seriously. He thinks I'll just take him back again. But I can't, not anymore.

For the first time, let this be the last

I have to leave him, for good this time.

This bitch is psycho, its driving me psyco

He says I'm psycho, that I'm insane. When really, he's what's making me insane. He makes me scream at him until my throat is raw, until I am red in the face, and he just walks away from me. It's like I don't mean anything to him. Its like my feelings don't matter to him.

Im anxious need someone to come check my vitals

I never was an anxious person. Now, I'm always on edge. Always worried I was going to do something to upset him again. That I would somehow cause another fight and he would leave me again.

One minute I'm leaving the next I forgive you

Before I'm able to walk out of the front door, bags in hand, Charlie stands there with tears in his eyes, begging me to stay. He'll change for me, he promises. And I believe him.

[evermoreholland]

Daddy’s girl blurb masterlist

These are all the blurbs relating to my one shot, Daddy’s girl (Charlie Gillespie)

feel free to request blurbs for dad!charlie and i’ll add them to the masterlist.

Singing Delilah to sleep (newborn)

Charlie watching Delilah while you’re at work (10 weeks)

Delilah’s sick (4 months)

You and Delilah visit Charlie on set (11 months)

Delilah’s first steps (13 months)

Delilah’s first time in the snow (2 years)

Delilah and Charlie play dress up (3 years)

Family movie night (4 years)

Delilah in your wedding (4 years)

Delilah’s first day of school (5 years)

[pinkpetalwaterimagine]

On the edge... part 2 (Charlie Gillespie)

A/N: So here is part 2, hope you enjoy, and don’t hesitate to point out mistakes. 

Bonne lecture ❤️

Summary : Charlie wants to win you back but will it be enough for you to forgive ?

Word count : 2,2k

Part 1 

After two weeks of the two of you breaking up (?), Charlie still hasn’t wrapped his mind around the fact that he couldn’t go back to canada and take in his arms his girlfriend. He always thought the two of you were in for the long run. Not ready for marriage, but still. You have been together for two years ! He thought that you guys would hold more. But here he was, on the couch, staring as the ceiling as if you would appear from nowhere. 

Even if you left you were as miserable as him. Waking up everyday was a mission but you still managed to do your work, be focus on University. Even if your friends were worried because of your pale skin tone, usually your cheeks were always a bit red but it felt like all colors left your life when you left Charlie. 

You were reading in your bed when suddenly the door slammed open to reveal your best friend : « okay ! So I don’t know what happened with Charlie, you came back real sad. You don’t have to tell me, but it is paining us to see you in that state ! » Exclaimed the feisty girl. 

Instead of answering, you just rolled in your bed, groaning. « I don’t want to talk about it » you mumbled in your pillow. 

Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by your phone ringing. It was Owen. He had tried calling you everyday since the blown out Charlie and you had. Your friend was quicker than you and answered your phone. 

« Hey ! You can’t do that ! » you exclaimed. 

« Watch me » 

It’s not that you didn’t wanted to speak to Owen and Jeremy was probably with him but so Charlie. They live in the same apartment, of course he would be there. And you didn’t had the strength to confront your friends, if they were still your friends. You guess that their loyalty stands with Charlie. You had somehow got your life in order, you didn’t wanted one phone call throwing everything away. But here was your friend answering the FaceTime. 

« Hi Owen ! » 

Owen didn’t answer, he was a bit surprised that someone finally picked up the phone and he was more surprised that it wasn’t you that picked up. He didn’t knew your friends, sometimes seing them on your posts on Instagram, but nothing more. Hell, even Charlie didn’t knew all of them. 

« Uhm… Could I talk to Y/N ? » he asked unsure. 

« Yes of course ! But I’m going to hold the phone because I know that if I give it to her she is going to hang up on you, which is not very polite but you know… » 

« Y/N ! How are you sweetie ? » you were a bit taken aback, Owen is a nice person but he wasn’t one to give you those sweet nicknames. Maybe you looked far more bad than you thought. 

« I’m fine, I guess we could say. » you snatched your phone back from the hands of your friend. « I’m not going to hang up, you can go, don’t worry. » you said, and released a small sigh as she finally close the door behind her. Do those people learned about privacy ?

« How are you really doing though, no offense but you don’t look that good. » said Owen with a pout. He was really worried about you, you seemed in better shape than Charlie, but you still had bags under your eyes that at this point could be defined as luggages.

« Geez, thanks Owen, it’s always really nice talking to you! » you said with a laugh. It’s been a long time since you even chuckled, and a bright smile was on Owen’s face, seeing you interact that way with him after being gone from the face of the earth for two weeks. 

What you didn’t knew was that Charlie was sitting next to Owen. He always was whenever Owen tried to call you. Charlie had tried to call you but you never picked up and he figured you needed time away from him. Seeing your face through Owen’s screen brought a smile to his lips, he missed you. He knew from that moment that he had to get you back. He didn’t really care how, but he will try to do everything in his power to get you back. His brain didn’t register the conversation between the two of you, he was stuck on your face. He had a small smile dancing on is lips and when his friend ended the call he had found back that spark in his eyes. 

« Oh, you have an idea. I know this look. I don’t know if it will be a bright idea, but it’s something we can work with that » and for the first time in two weeks, Owen saw his friends coming back to life. He wasn’t wallowing in self-pity but instead he had that determined look. 

« We’re going to Canada baby ! » yelled Owen. They both packed quickly and were ready to take the next flight the next morning. Charlie realized how much of a friend was Owen. He was ready to leave with him on such short notice just to get back his girl. 

It was quite a nice day, you were walking around campus, your books under your arm, just breathing and soaking in the calm atmosphere surrounding you. And then you saw him. Standing next to a tree with his guitar in his hands. The first thought that crossed your mind was : how in the world did he know you would go by that way ? And the second one was that you felt like in High School Musical 3, but whatever. You didn’t feel strong enough to confront him. The scene of the fight kept playing in your mind. If you spoke to him you will be sobbing instead of real talking. You acted as if you didn’t see him and went in your dorm room. 

Charlie was caught off guard. He knew you saw him, but still you walked away like nothing happened. He thought that this romantic gesture would have made you listen to him at least. He wasn’t expecting you falling in his (huge) arms again but engaging in a conversation would have been nice. But Charlie wasn’t the kind of guy who gave up. He knew which door was yours. 

He took a deep breath and let his fist knock on your door. You weren’t dumb, you knew that it was him, who else ? You didn’t answer and stayed laying on your bed as if you didn’t move he will go away. It was not the case. 

« Y/N, could you open the door, I rather talk to you than this wooden board please. » he whispered as to not make a scene in the hallway and to show he was ready to talk and not scream like the last time you talked. 

For a minute you stayed frozen not really knowing what to do. And then you gave in, you knew that it was the first step to forgiveness and some people might think it is a dumb decision. But those only two weeks without him has been hard and you craved his touch, his scent, his smile, him. However you weren’t a fool, you knew that it wasn’t that hard, just barging in your dorm. You just wanted to listen to what he had to say, then you will make a decision. 

He entered the room slowly as if you were going to explode. He had his head hung low whereas you were standing straight your arms crossed to shield yourself from what he’s going to say. 

« I know that we had our fair share of screaming last time, just know that I’m not here to do that again, I don’t want to. » a silence fell between the two of you. You were waiting for what he had to say next. 

« Okay, uhm, these two weeks without you has been hell, I miss you. I know we are not together as much as we would like but we were good together. I miss your texts, I miss your smile, I miss everything about you from your witty remarks to the way you wear my sweatshirts when we are on the phone. I miss you and there’s no distancing myself from that. » he said silently, his hands were slightly shaking and his eyes was at the same time sad but still having a spark inside of them. 

You took a minute to take your breath before answering. You had to process everything he just said before saying yourself what you wanted and how you were feeling. 

« Charlie, you know that I love you, and there’s no doubt about this. But being away from you is really hard, and seeing you happy and joyful with Madison as well as with the cast. I want you to be happy don’t get me wrong it’s just that I feel like I’m left aside. I know that it’s normal because, obviously, I can’t be with you guys… I don’t know how to get out of that situation. You are not quitting your job, and I’m not quitting uni, so I really don’t know how to do this. » at the end of the sentence your voice broke down and the first tears began to slide down your cheeks. 

Charlie was quick to take your face between his hands, his thumbs wiping your tears. Tears were starting to form at the edge of Charlie’s eyes. 

« Hey, hey, look at me » you met his beautiful and deep blue/ green eyes. « I know we can get through this, I know that we can find a solution. And you know it, if you didn’t you wouldn’t have let me in. I know that you believe in us as much as I do. I believe in us. We can visit each other more ! And we just finished filming season one, that means I’m going to be home more often even if I have some other projects. I’m ready to make it work Y/N ! The only question is are you ? » 

For a few seconds you let his words sink in your brain, you thought about how much he made you happy, how much he has done for you and how much you have done for him. A relationship is made by two people, the two of you were ready to work through this difficult time. And at the end of the day, it was all that matter. 

Charlie was still looking into your eyes, trying to understand where you were. You pulled him by his neck and bring your lips closer, only a centimeter was in between. 

« I’m ready to work with you, I’m ready to fight for us, but only if you are too »you whispered. A bright smile appeared on his lips, he closed the gap between your lips. And you felt at home again with your lips on his, his hands on your waist. His Chest against yours. It was a slow kiss, happy to finally find yourselves in each other again. 

« I love you » his eyes were glossy, his lips puffed, he was a sight to behold. 

You put your lips on him again, this time more urgently, almost hungry for him. His phone rang, which stopped your make-out session. He took out his phone and seeing Owen’s face on the screen, he clicked the red button to focus on what really mattered. (Aka you) 

[charlies-gillespie]

you promised | charlie gillespie (part 2)

PART ONE

paring: fem!reader x charlie gillespie

summary: 18 months pass since reader walked out on Charlie after finding out he cheated on her. she’s in a new relationship, she’s happy. at a birthday party for her and Charlie’s mutual friend, she runs into Charlie again after being apart from him for a year and a half …

requested: kinda

length: medium to long

rating: PG

warnings: mentions of cheating, an argument, some drinking

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“Y/BF/N, are you ready to go?” you call from the living room. “The party starts in about 30 minutes and it’ll take us about 20 to get there.”

Your boyfriend of nearly a year calls back from the bedroom, “I’ll be ready in about thirty seconds. Head out to the car, I’ll be there soon.”

After grabbing your phone, wallet, and car keys, you head out to the new car you bought a few months ago with the money you earned when you blew up on social media. You decided to treat yourself.

A minute after you start the car, your boyfriend comes out.

It took a while for you to actually trust him, but he was willing to work with you and the trust issues you developed after your last relationship. He stood by you whenever you freaked out over something small because of your trust issues. Y/BF/N understood why you were having issues with trust, and he stayed and worked through it with you.

You drive the 20 minutes to your friend’s house for his birthday. He’s throwing a party and there will probably be some drinking since he’s turning 21. You met him through your ex-boyfriend, but the two of you stayed friends after you left your ex.

This is the first time in over a year that you’ll be around the friend group you shared with your ex. You’ve missed your friends. You haven’t seen Owen, Jeremy, or Savannah in so long. You’re excited to reunite with them. You’re not so excited to see the guy that betrayed your trust.

When you pull up to Owen’s apartment, you and your boyfriend head inside. Your hands are sweaty with nerves and anxiety as you head upstairs, Owen’s birthday card in your hand.

As you step into the elevator, you look up at your boyfriend and say, “If I leave suddenly, I’m sorry. It’s just, I think that he is gonna be here and I may need to step out for a little bit.”

“Don’t apologize, Y/N,” he says softly. “I completely understand. If you want to leave, just tell me. Okay?”

You nod when the elevator doors open. The two of you head down to Owen’s apartment, knocking on the door a few times. You hold your boyfriend’s hand and stand close to him.

The apartment door opens and Owen smiles when he sees you. “Y/N! I’m so glad you could come!” he says, greeting you with a hug.

With a soft smile, you say, “I wouldn’t miss your 21st birthday, Owen. Happy birthday.”

Owen lets you go and the smile on his face fades, looking at you with a more serious look in his eyes. He says, “You know he’s here, right? I just through I’d warn you before you actually walked in.”

Your heart drops into your stomach when he tells you that Charlie is here. “I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t think I couldn’t handle being around him,” you tell Owen. “I’ll be okay, Owen. I promise.”

“Then come on in,” Owen says, moving aside. You hand Owen his card as you walk into the apartment with Y/BF/N.

Savannah looks over at you and walks away from her conversation with Sacha and Madi to walk over to you. “Y/N!” she says excitedly. “I’m so happy you’re here. It’s been too long since we’ve talked and I’ve missed you, girlie.”

You smile and greet Sav with a hug. “I’ve missed you too, Sav,” you tell her. “I’m so sorry we haven’t been able to get together recently.”

“Oh, I understand,” Savannah says. “He’s an ass for what he did to you and if I had known way before I did, I would have beat his ass for hurting you. I actually did almost try to fight him.” Then she looks up at your boyfriend. “Who’s this?”

You glance up at Y/BF/N and say, “This is Y/BF/N, my boyfriend. Boyfriend, this is one of my closest friends, Savannah Lee May.”

The two shake hands and Sav says to you, “It’s nice to see you happy again, Y/N. Last time I saw you, were a mess.”

You give her a small smile and say, “I’m really happy, Sav. I haven’t been this happy since before everything happened.”

Savannah says, “Good for you. I’m happy for you, Y/N.”

When you go to say something, you hear someone say, “Y/N?”

That voice is all too familiar. You stiffen and turn around. You’re not face-to-face with Charlie Gillespie.

His hair is longer than it was last time you saw him. He’s wearing a sleeveless shirt with a pair of khaki shorts and flip flops. He’s tanner than before too. He has a soft look in his eyes as he looks at you and you’re looking at him with wide eyes.

You haven’t seen him since you left him 18 months ago. “I, um,” you stammer. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he says, looking between you and your boyfriend. “I thought I’d come over to just say hi. I’d also like to say that happiness looks good on you, Y/N.”

You say, “Um, thanks.”

Charlie nods at you before walking away. You let out the breath you hadn’t realized that you were holding. Y/BF/N and Savannah look at you and your boyfriend asks, “You okay?”

With a nod, you say, “Yeah. I just need a drink.” Then you go off and find something to drink. You talk to Jeremy, Carolynn, and Booboo while you pour yourself a glass of bourbon. When you make your way back to your boyfriend, you spot him talking to Charlie and Owen. You swallow hard and chug the glass of alcohol in your hand. You go refill and approach your boyfriend, Owen, and Charlie.

“... makes Y/N happy. I can tell,” Charlie is saying. He looks over at me.

Y/BF/N says, “I try my best to make her happy.”

Charlie asks, “Um, I know I royally messed up but it’s nice to know that she has someone in her life that takes good care of her and makes her happy.”

The alcohol you’ve consumed gives you the courage to say, “Glad to know you royally screwed up, Charlie.” The boys all turn and look at you. You look at Charlie with confidence. “It shouldn’t have taken my finding the texts to realize how royally you screwed up.”

Your ex blinks at you and says, “I was going to tell you about everything, Y/N. Then I was going to say that I never wanted to cheat on you and that I didn’t go out and try to cheat on you. I didn’t want to sleep with anyone else but you.”

“You slept with whoever Eli was multiple times, Charlie,” you point out. “You did go out and try and cheat on me multiple times.”

Charlie asks, “Do you want to know why I went and saw Eli after the first time?” You blink at him. “I went and saw her a couple times because I was scared. It looked like I slept with her multiple times from the texts but it was just the one time. I saw her after that because I was planning on asking you to marry me. I was terrified you’d say no.”

You throw your hands up and say, “Well you cheated on me so I would’ve said no. Did you just expect me to marry you after you had sex with someone else?”

He says, “Well, no, but I would’ve liked the chance to prove to you how sorry I was before you left, Y/N. I don’t mean to play the victim here but I was hurt when you just walked out without giving me a chance to prove to you how sorry I was and how much you mean to me.”

Owen pulls Y/BF/N away from the conversation as you say, “I’m sorry that I was so hurt that I needed to walk away. I’m sorry that you didn’t love me enough to stay loyal to me when you promised you’d be with me til the end. Look at us now, Charlie. Are you happy now? Is this what you wanted?”

Your ex drags you into a bedroom to have this argument in private. “No, Y/N, it’s not what I wanted,” Charlie tells you. “I’m not happy. I hate that I wasn’t loyal to you. I hate that you’re not in my life anymore. I really do.”

“Then you shouldn’t have slept with someone,” you point out. “It’s not that hard to not sleep with anyone, Charlie.”

Charlie says, “I’m sorry, Y/N. Seriously, I really am. I just wanted the chance to prove that to you.”

You blink at him and say, “Then prove to me that you’re sorry, Charlie. Prove to me if you want me in your life. Prove to me that you’re sorry.”

He looks at you and walks up to you. You stare up at him, your heart pounding away in your chest. Charlie’s standing extremely close to you now. He reaches out and cups your face in his hands. You meet his hazel eyes before he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips. You gasp before melting into his touch.

You grab a fistful of Charlie’s shirt, pulling him closer to you.

It’s been 18 months since everything happened. Maybe you can give him the benefit of the doubt and let him prove how sorry he is to you.

After a second, you force yourself to pull back from the kiss. You look up at Charlie and say, “That wasn’t what meant-”

“I needed to,” Charlie says. “I’ll tell your boyfriend that I kissed you to shut you up and that you pushed me away, okay? I don’t want to mess up your relationship with him because I can tell that he makes you happy.”

You say to Charlie, “If I’m going to give you a second chance, I should probably end it with him anyway. I don’t think we could ever be just friends, Charlie.”

He shakes his head and he says, “I don’t think we could be just friends either, Y/N.”

Both of you look at each other before you pull Charlie into another kiss. This is the alcohol in you doing this. Completely sober you wouldn’t have kissed Charlie twice.

On the bright side, the alcohol gave you the courage to actually talk to Charlie after a year and a half of hating him. Well, you don’t think you ever actually hated him. You just hated what you did.

Now you just have to end it with the guy that helped you through the worst time in your life to get back together with the guy that broke your heart in the first place. Hopefully he can keep his promise this time without breaking it.

[ewwhothefuckiski]

Heyyy!!! I was wondering if I could request a Charlie Gillespie x reader where they’re best friends and they go live on insta together. In the comments someone asks them to dance to Perfect Harmony and singing to it too. At the end they confess that they’ve like each other for a while and they kiss and anything you want to add is fine too. If not then that’s fine. Thank you😊😊

"Hey guys what's up?" Charlie yelled, setting up his phone on his night stand. "Y/N is here with me, we just wanted to hang out and talk to you guys."

"Hey guys!" You said smiling, sending a small wave to the camera. You watched as hundreds of comments flew in, most asking if you and Charlie were dating.

"No we're just friends." You laughed, laying your head on his shoulder. You continued to scan through comments, until you saw one that made you laugh.

"That's what Luke and Julie said." You read out loud, causing Charlie to laugh with you.

"Dance to Perfect Harmony together." Charlie read out loud. He turned to me, wiggling his eyebrows. "May I have this dance?"

"You may." You giggled, taking his hand.

"Alexa play Perfect Harmony!" Charlie shouted. "Good thing I taught you the dance huh?"

You laughed. "A very good thing."

The melody started and Charlie dramatically slow walked to you, singing the song.

"Step into my world.

Bittersweet love story 'bout a girl.

Shook me to the core.

A voice like an angel, I've never heard before."

He sang, playfully pretending his hands were going through yours. When he finally grabbed your hands, You started your part.

"Here in front of me,

They're shining so much brighter than I have ever seen.

Life can be so mean,

But when he goes

I know he doesn't leave."

You smiled at him as you pushed him back, before he started the next part with you.

"The truth is finally breaking through.

Two world's collide when I'm with you.

Our voices rise and soar so high.

We come to life when we're

In perfect harmony. Whoa-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Perfect harmony

Whoa-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Perfect harmony."

Charlie smiled, starting the trade off verse between you and him.

"You set me free."

"You and me together, is more than chemistry."

"Love me as I am.

I'll hold your music here inside my hands.

We say we're friends

We play pretend

Your more to me

We're everything

Our voices rise and soar so high

We come to life when we're

In perfect harmony

Whoa-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Perfect harmony

Whoa-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Perfect harmony." You sang together, completely forgetting you had millions of people watching you. Charlie was looking at you with so much love in his eyes, that it made it hard to breathe.

"I feel your rhythm in my heart

Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"You are my brightest burning star

Whoah whoah oh."

"I never knew a love so real."

"So real."

"We're heaven on earth

Melody and words

When we're together we're

In perfect harmony

Whoa-oa-oa, whoa-oa-oa

Perfect harmony

Whoa-oa-oa, whoa-oa-oa."

"We say we're friends

"We play pretend."

"You're more to me."

"We create."

"Perfect harmony." You finished, finally realizing that you and Charlies faces were inches apart. You saw his eyes flick down to your lips, before you felt his lips land on yours.

You sighed into the kiss, your hands finding their way into his hair, pulling him closer to you.

He kissed you sweetly, but passionately. You felt the years of built of feelings he poured into the kiss, and you returned it with as much fire and passion.

When you finally pulled away, you were quick to realize that millions of people had saw that, and you rushed over to Charlie's phone.

The comments were going crazy, almost all of them screaming "FINALLY!" before you got a incoming facetime from Madi.

"Ah crap." You muttered.

[evermoreholland]

One Dumb Fight | Charlie Gillespie

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re a homebody, but Charlie is extremely active. Sometimes that could be quite overwhelming

Warnings: Angst, argument, happy fluffy ending

Word Count: 1,044

A/n: This was requested by a wonderful anon! Not proofread, but I hope you enjoy :)

Charlie was one of the most active people you have ever met. He loved traveling and he loved hiking and the outdoors. He was always on the most, and that was something you had always admired about him from afar.

You, on the other hand, loved being inside. You enjoy being curled up in the house and being alone. You weren’t very social but that was by choice. You have always been a shy person but something about being alone made you happy. You loved watching, reading books, and cooking. Being inside made you feel safe and comfortable.

You met Charlie pretty unexpectedly. You had bumped into Charlie at your local grocery market. Charlie was picking out some vegetables from the produce section and you bumped into him. He was such a huge flirt when you met him and he asked for your number. A spark of confidence washed through you and you gave it to him. You went on a few dates and you eventually warmed up to Charlie. He asked you to be his girlfriend after four dates and you said yes.

Charlie loved hiking and he would always take you with him. You didn’t like hiking but you went with Charlie to make him happy. All you ever did was make Charlie happy, at least you tried to.

One day, Charlie decided that it be fun to take you white water rafting. You have always wanted to go, but you were scared.

“Y/n, this is going to be awesome. Get in, get in!” Charlie exclaimed.

“I’m scared, Charlie,” you told him. Charlie always seemed to know how to calm you down.

“I got you, hun.” You both got on the raft with your instructor and Charlie put his hand on your back briefly to comfort you.

You had to admit it, rafting was not so bad. The water was freezing but you still had a good time. Charlie seemed like he was having the time of his life so you couldn’t be bothered. After you both got out of the rafts, you went to go dry off and change clothing.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Charlie asked you when he came out of the changing area in fresh clothes.

“No, not at all. Was actually kinda fun.”

“Told ya so,” he teased. Charlie approached and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“What was that for?” You asked, referring to kiss.

“I just love you.”

“Love you too, Char.”

“Now, for the next activity of the day,” Charlie announced with a smile on his face. You had hoped it wasn’t hiking, Charlie’s favorite outdoor activity.

“Please don’t tell me we’re going hiking,” you huffed. All you wanted to do after your exhausting boat ride was go home, shower, eat something, and then take nap while cuddling Charlie.

“We’re going hiking!” He exclaimed. “There is an amazing trail nearby that I’d think you like.”

“One that I’d like, or one that you’d like?” You didn’t mean to come off as rude but you were becoming a bit overwhelmed by Charlie’s activeness.

“Excuse me?” Charlie snapped.

“I don’t like hiking, Charlie,” you explained calmly. You were a shy homebody at heart and all of these activities put a lot of pressure on you.

“Then why do you always come with me?”

“Because it’s the only way I can spend time with you!”

“You know I like being active, Y/n. It’s not my fault that you’re anti-social and lazy!” He exclaimed, but when your face fell at his words, Charlie instantly regretted it.

“Fine, go on your hike. I’m going home since I’m lazy and all that crap.” You said and made your way to the car.

“Y/n, wait.” He tried going after you, but you grabbed your keys and drove off. You got home around 30 minutes later and you felt horrible. Did Charlie really see you like that? He didn’t really understand why you were a homebody or what was so appealing about it. He was so focused on what he liked that he never asked you how you felt about the activities that he did. Charlie found a ride home immediately after your fight. He needed to make things right with you and he felt awful about what he said.

He entered your apartment and saw you on the couch reading a book. “Y/n.” He called out.

“I thought you were going on a hike,” you mumbled. Charlie came over to the couch and sat beside you.

“I feel bad for saying those awful things about you.”

“Why did you?” Charlie was usually kind to you and you didn’t appreciate his change in demeanor.

“I was frustrated because I love spending time with you, but I just don’t like spending a lot of time at home,” he said. “Why do you like it so much?”

“I don’t know, it just makes me feel safe. I like picking out a good book and sitting in a quiet place. It’s relaxing.”

“I’m sorry that I called you lazy. I know that you’re not lazy, you’re the most hardworking person I know. You work your ass off in school and at work,” Charlie rambled.

“So I’m still anti-social,” you teased him, recalling what he said earlier.

“I’m sorry about that too, dear.”

“It’s alright, Charlie. You should try relaxing with me sometime. It could be quite calming,” you suggested.

“Wanna do a face mask and then we’ll cook dinner together?” Your boyfriend asked.

“Really?” Your eyes lit up in excitement.

“Let’s do it, babe,” Charlie sat as he got up from the couch and picked you up over his shoulder.

“Put me down!”

“Never!” Charlie exclaimed as he ran with you all the way to the master bathroom. Once you got to the bathroom, Charlie placed you on the counter and he went to grab your face masks from under the sink.

“Can we do the rose gold face mask?” You asked as Charlie looked through the bin. “It makes me feel fancy.”

“You’re adorable,” Charlie said and pecked your nose. “And of course we can.” You were glad that things worked out between you and Charlie in the end. One dumb fight couldn’t break the two of you up.

[ewwhothefuckiski]

Hi bbyy☺️ I was wondering if you could write a Charlie Gillespie concept for me where you guys are spending New Year Eve together and it’s just really cute and full of fluff🥺💕 Love youuu😘

Love you moreee😌❤

×××

This was your first New Years Eve with someone else. You had never had a serious enough relationship to spend it with someone other than your family.

This year you would be spending it with Charlie. He was ecstatic when you decided to spend the day with him. It was going to be perfect, he was going to be your first New Years kiss.

You planned on staying overnight with him, so you had packed some clothes and the essentials for the night.

When you got to his house, you were immediately wrapped in a giant bear hug.

"I'm so excited for today!"

You giggled at his cuteness and snuggled into him.

"Me too Char."

×××

The day had been spent cuddled up with Charlie, watching a whole bunch of Christmas movies. You had refused to watch them, after all, Christmas was over, but he ended up convincing you with the offer of unlimited cuddles.

You stayed like that the entire day, completely entangled in each other, enjoying each others company.

When it was time for the ball to drop, Charlie stood you up, holding your face in his hands as you counted down together.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, HAPPY NEW YEARS!"

Charlie immediately pressed his lips onto yours, sighing contently as he kissed the love of his life while starting a whole new year.

When you finally pulled apart, the grin never left Charlies face.

"Happy New Years baby."

×××

A/N: I'm sorry this is so short 🤦🏼‍♀️ I had to rush because I'm heading into Wal-Mart lol. Enjoy love❤

[evermoreholland]

Terrified | Charlie Gillespie

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: You’re afraid of motherhood due to your own personal issues with your mother.

Warnings: ANGST, mentions of abuse and neglect, mentions of adoption and unwanted pregnancy. Happy ending.

Word Count: 1,452

A/n: This is intense. This fic was not planned but I think this is my best fic that I ever wrote. I hope you enjoy and reblog!

Your husband’s voice continued to ring through your head.

We’re going to be parents, Y/n.

You had been feeling nauseous the past few weeks and your period was around two weeks late. You took three pregnancy tests that morning and they all came back positive. Charlie was ecstatic and immediately began jumping for joy when he saw the positive pregnancy tests. He was the one that encouraged you to take them, and he had been correct. You were pregnant and you were fucking terrified.

Growing up you had always wanted children of your own. When you were four, you played with your baby dolls wishing you were a mother. As you grew up you realized how much you didn’t want to be a mother anymore, and that was all because of your emotionally abusive mother.

Growing up, you always felt neglected. Your mother would usually focus on the successes and achievements of your older sister. She was her pride and joy, but you were the “dumb” daughter, and the “weird” child too. You did alright in school, but you just weren’t a straight A student like your sister was. Your mother hated you for that. She wanted you to be “perfect” and you weren’t, at least in her eyes.

After your sister left for college, you were left with your recently divorced mother. In order to cope she began excessively drinking and smoking. She was often drunk and you would have to pick up the pieces and help her. You never once went to your sister for help because you didn’t want to disturb her new life away from your mother. Your mother treated you like garbage. She body shamed you and degraded you. She would make you feel unsafe in your own home. Once you got the chance to leave, you never returned.

You felt broken when you finally left your mother. She had completely broken you, and the thought of having your own children scared you. You never would want your children to grow up in an unloving home.

When you started dating Charlie, you didn’t talk about the future a lot. You didn’t know what you wanted, so there was nothing to really talk about. You were so damaged that you didn’t know what to look forward to in your life.

Charlie encouraged you to seek therapy, and you thanked him every day for that. It definitely helped and you realized nothing that happened between you and your mother was your fault at all. She was completely to blame and you finally accepted that.

After many therapy sessions, you were finally ready to plan your life out. You went to college, graduated, landed an amazing job, bought a house with Charlie, and finally got married after three years of dating. The one thing you didn’t think about was having a baby. That thought still scared you. You thought that you wouldn’t be a good mother.

Ever since you saw the positive test you have been freaking out. Charlie couldn’t get a hold of you. You did everything you could to distract yourself and ignore him. You didn’t want to face him.

“Y/n?” Charlie called out to you. You had been in your office for about four hours and Charlie was definitely worried about you. You would usually come out of your office once in a while to eat or spend time with him. He was concerned, to say the least.

You didn’t answer him and just continued typing an email out instead. Charlie decided to try calling out for you again.

“Angel, you need to eat. Remember you have to eat for you and the baby.” That’s right. The baby. The baby growing inside of you. You decided to step out of your office and make your way to the kitchen. You were getting hungry after all. You went to the fridge to get some leftovers.

“Hey, honey,” Charlie said as he made his way over to you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and then kneeled in front of you to press a kiss on your stomach. Anyone else would think that your husband is absolutely adorable giving a kiss to your unborn baby, but you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable.

“Char, we need to talk.”

“What is it?” Charlie’s voice laced with concern, especially when he saw your eyes water.

“I’m scared to be a mother,” you said as Charlie met your gaze. “I don’t know if I want to keep the baby.”

“What do you mean you don’t want to keep it?” Charlie asked gently, not in a rude way at all. Not like you expected. Charlie really loved you, but he didn’t want to hear the next words come out of your mouth. He wanted to be a father so badly and he wanted to raise the baby with you.

“Maybe we can put the baby up for adoption once they’re born,” you said. You didn’t want to, but you didn’t want to be a terrible mother.

“Y/n, why don’t you want to keep the baby?” Charlie asked, tears flowing from his hazel eyes. “Our baby.”

“I had a really bad childhood and I don’t want to give our child a bad life.”

“Y/n, I know for a fact that you’re not going to give them a bad life. We’ll give them the best life,” Charlie tried to reassure you.

“I’m fucked up, Charlie,” you snapped. “Don’t you get it?” You didn’t want to yell at your husband, but he wasn’t understanding you.

“Y/n, your mother was the bad guy, not you,” Charlie reminded you. “You’ve been working on yourself, trying to get better.”

“I can’t have a baby, Charlie,” you cried. “This is not something we’ve talked about. You know that.”

“Because I just assumed that what’s you wanted too.”

“I did,” you paused. “When I was younger.”

“What changed?” He asked.

“My mother,” you said and then walked back to your office. You couldn’t handle this anymore. You didn’t want to fight anymore. Charlie rushed after you but you slammed the door in his face. You knew it wasn’t right but you needed to be alone right now. You had way too much on your mind.

“Y/n, please, open the door,” Charlie said from the other side. You slid down against the door and put your knees up to your chest and hugged yourself tightly.

“Y/n, I know this is not what you want, but I really think we should keep the baby,” Charlie said, knowing you can hear him clearly. “I just know that you’re going to be an incredible mom. The baby is going to love you, Y/n. I promise you that.” You started crying while Charlie was speaking, which urged him to continue.

“I know that you didn’t have the best childhood, and that’s why I know you’re going to make sure our child has the best one. You realized that what your mother did to you was wrong, and I am certain that you’ll do what’s good for our child. I just know that you’ll love them so much. You picked up the pieces to your life and you’re successful now, and I know you’ll raise an incredible and beautiful human being.”

Everything that Charlie said was true. You managed to pick up the pieces of your broken life and escape your mother. You had everything in you to raise a child.

You wiped the tears off of your face and got up to open the door to reveal a saddened Charlie. You wrapped your arms around him almost immediately.

“Thank you, Charlie.” Charlie hugged you back and cried onto your shoulder.

“You’re going to be an amazing mom, Y/n,” Charlie said. “If you decide to raise it.”

“I want to have this baby with you, Char,” you spoke, voice barely above a whisper.

Charlie lifted his head from your shoulder and looked at you straight in the eyes. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Thank you for helping me realize that my childhood wasn’t my fault.”

“No, you realized that.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Charlie,” you said in appreciation.

“I’m just glad that you want to keep the baby,” Charlie said as he kneeled in front of you once again to kiss your stomach.

“I’m sorry about considering other options.”

Charlie looked up at you and said, “It’s okay to be scared, Y/n. Just know that I got you, alright?”

“Thank you. I love you so much,” You said as you kneeled down so you were on the floor with him.

“I love you, too,” He said and then kissed you gently.

“You’re an amazing husband,” you mumbled against his lips. “An already great father, too.”

[ewwhothefuckiski]

Helloo can i request a Charlie hockey player one shot in college or something? Where the girl kind of stumbles into a game or practice bc of her friend and she catches Charlie’s eye but hates athletes or something idk

It took a lot of convincing to get you to go to the College hockey game. Your best friend had to call in a few favors you owed her just to get you to show up.

You walked into the arena looking up and down the bleachers for her, but she wasn't there.

"Damnit." You muttered, taking a seat on the front bleacher, watching the practice in front of you.

As you sat down, the bleachers squeaked, resulting in a player snapping his head up in your direction.

"Woah." He whispered, completely forgetting he was skating on ice.

He stumbled over his stick, tripping and falling onto the ice.

"Fuck!" He groaned, sitting back up and holding his jaw. He noticed you sliding around on the ice, attempting to walk over to him, the same girl that made him fall in the first place.

He quickly got up and skated over to you, grabbing you by your elbows as you held onto his forearms to steady yourself.

"Are you ok?" You asked, trying to stand up straight on the ice.

Charlie laughed. "Says the girl skating on ice with Uggs."

You laughed with him, realizing how dumb your idea was.

"You fell pretty hard, I just wanted to apologize for startling you. My friend forced me to come, but she's not here yet." You confessed, looking down at your shaking knees. "Can you skate me to solid ground?"

Charlie grinned as he wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you to the bleachers.

You quietly thanked him, sitting on the bleachers again.

Charlie called a break out to the team, resulting in a bunch of grumbles in return.

"You don't like hockey?" Charlie asked, taking off his skates and sitting next to you.

"Not really. I don't like athletes to be completely honest."

Charlie gasped and placed a hand over his heart.

"Ouch." He complained dramatically, throwing his head back.

"You ok I guess, for a athlete anyways." You giggled, poking his shoulder lightly.

He grinned, holding his hand out to you. "I'm Charlie. Charlie Gillespie."

You shook his hand. "Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N." You mocked him.

"Well, considering that you made me fall on my face after gracing us with your presence, don't you think its fair that you let me take you on a date?"

You blushed furiously. "I'd like that."

"Cool."

You silently thanked your best friend for making you come here today, maybe hockey isn't that bad.

[pinkpetalwaterimagine]

On the edge... (Charlie Gillespie) part 1

A/N : So sorry guys, I’m posting it again here, anyway enjoy. Don’t hesitate to point out any mistakes. 

Bonne lecture ❤️

Summary : It’s not that you are insecure but seing Charlie and the onscreen chemistry he has with Madison is making you uncomfortable. And it obviously lead to a fight.

Word count : 2,1 k  

Somehow you had passed your exam with a flying hand and you were ready to rest during your vacations. Vacations that were obviously well deserved. Charlie, your boyfriend, was currently shooting with Kenny Ortega in Vancouver. Living quite far from there you could not go see Charlie every other weekend. However you decided to go on set with everyone during your vacations. 

You have already met the whole crew, they were really nice to you, and immediately you felt included in there tight knit group. 

You were just so excited to see Charlie after months of separation. You had missed him just as much as he had missed you. 

He did not know you were coming to surprise him, it was supposed to be, well, a surprise. You took an uber to Charlie and Owen’s apartment. Those boys really hide their key under their doormat. Do they know that this is dangerous ? 

You enter the flat and were met with silence, the boys might still be at the studio or filming or whatever actors do. You took time to take a long shower to wash off the sweat from the flight. You even took a small nap to regenerate. 

You heard loud voices in the hall and you just knew that one of the voices belonged to your boyfriend. A bright smile already on your lips as you waited for him to enter his house. Owen was the first one to acknowledge you. 

« Y/N ! How are you doing ! What are you doing here ? We are so happy to see you ! » he embraced you in a hug, not for too long because Charlie pulled him off of you. 

He did not say anything he just took you in his arms, for a long time, kissing the top of your head again and again. When he released you just a bit, he tilted his head and kissed you like it has been a long time you havent seen him. But he has been a long time and oh how you craved his soft and rosy lips. The others were doing anything but looking at you, it wasn’t that they were embarrassed it’s just that this was an intimate moment that the two of you hadn’t since a long time and they wanted to respect at least a bit of your privacy. Only Charlie and you were standing in the hall anymore, the others were already on the couch or on the floor, ready for movie night. 

« I missed you so much, I am so happy you are here, you can’t even imagine » Charlie said whispering in your ear, sending chills down your spine. 

«  I missed you too, that’s why I’m here after all. » you chuckled in the crook of his neck. 

He led you to the living room with all the others, never leaving you. He always had a hand on the small of your back, or on your thigh. It has been such a long time since you have seen each other that he didn’t want to miss a single thing about you.   

You said hello to everyone, happy those familiar faces again. You were just ready to chill with everyone. 

You were about to sit on the couch next Owen and Jeremy, when you felt a pair of hands grabbing your hips and making you sit on Charlie’s lap. 

« Where do you think you’re going » you giggled at his act. 

They were something about Charlie that always make you giggle or blush and more generally acting like a schoolgirl. You swear sometimes you think his goal is to make you blush so much that you were as red as a tomato. But you loved your goofy, cute man. 

« Thank you Y/N for being here ! Really, we can’t hear Charlie complaining about not seeing you or how much he misses you. » Jeremy said and Charlie has a deep shade of red on his cheeks. 

You thought he was really cute to go and talk about how much he misses you. You know that he wasn’t just on your part that those months of being apart were hard. The night goes on and the smile you had never left your lips. Charlie had his arms wrapped around your waist the whole time, and he was always making quiet comments about the movie you were watching or just kissing you under the ear and so on. `

Everyone fell asleep in uncomfortable positions and the next morning all of them has knots in their back. 

« Ok guys, you need to leave or you’re going to be late on set ! » you exclaimed trying to wake all of those people but no one moved. « C’mon guys, you need to get moving » as you were trying to shake them all up, your arm was pulled by Charlie and you fell on him. He had still his eyes closed even though he was smirking. 

« Do you want to come with us on set ? » Charlie asked with a groggy voice. 

«  Yes ! » 

« You just waited for me to ask you right ? » you blushed at his words. You didn’t want to impose your presence to the staff and all the actors. 

The day you decided to join all of your friends on set, they had to film the scene between Charlie and Madi where they sang perfect harmony. You knew that supposedly nothing was going on between them, but it was just the way Luke looked at Julie. You tried to convince yourself that this was nothing, it was just on-screen chemistry nothing more. But they both looked so pretty and handsome and you couldn’t not feel bad about yourself. 

At the end of the scene everyone clapped and congratulated the both actors who executed perfectly the routine. Charlie made Madi spin, both giggling. You heart broke a little but you tried to not let it shows. Everyone was so cheerful and happy. 

You put on a fake smile and got on with the day. You hung around makeup and costumes and tried to help as much as you could, from setting the buffet for everyone to painting some decors. 

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Everyday for a week, you accompanied the band to the studio, but as the days goes by you couldn’t not notice the constant banter between Charlie and Madi. It wasn’t that you were jealous or anything, of course he was « allowed » to speak to other girls. It’s just that they seemed to understand each other on a deeper level. On a music level that you could never understand. You could sing under the shower but you didn’t knew how to play any instruments or writing any lyrics. 

« Don’t you think that this song is such a killer song ?! » asked Owen, excited, almost crushing you on the couch where you rested.

« Hum ? Which one ? Even though they’re all amazing! » 

«  Well the one Charlie and Madi wrote together » you looked at him in disbelief. « Yeah, perfect harmony ! » 

A whirlwind of thoughts came into your mind and made your insecurities come back at full speed. 

« Oh… no I did not know that. » you said quietly, like if you spoke too loud you would break down in tears. And Owen saw right through you. 

« Are you okay ? You know that it is just a song ? » 

« Yeah, yes I know, it’s just since this morning I’m not feeling good. I think I’m going to head back to the house. If Charlie asks … » you topped mid-sentence, was he really going to ask ? 

You couldn't answered that question being a hundred percent sure. 

You took your stuff and left the studio. 

Charlie just ended another scene and went to look for you. « hey Owen ? Have you seen Y/N ? » he asked a bit worried and with a small frown on his forehead. 

« She went back, said she didn’t felt well » 

Well that’s weird, thought Charlie. She would've told him if she wasn’t feeling well. He shook his head and focus on the next scene he had to play before heading back home. 

You were laying on your guys bed, crying your eyes out not really knowing why they were so much waterfalls. 

You heard the front door open and you recognized the voices of the three boys that played the ghosts. You quickly shut your eyes, trying to make Charlie believe you were asleep. 

Charlie entered the room and saw the girl he loved with her head buried in a pillow, she seemed asleep. He sighed and closed the door on his way out. He didn’t understand why all of a sudden you were so cold to him. He didn’t remember having done something bad or wrong. He tried to replay in his mind everything that happened that week without founding anything. 

« Are you alright ? » asked Jeremy concerned at the face his friend was making. 

« Yeah, it’s just I don’t know why Y/N is giving me the cold shoulder. » he sighed, his head between his hands. 

After a few hours of hiding in the room, you decided to fix yourself, make somehow your eyes a little less puffy. You tried to pass by the living room without noise, not ready to confront the boys or anyone for that matter.��

You thought you had made it to the kitchen without making your presence known. But as you closed the fridge’s door and turned towards the table you were faced with Charlie’s hazel eyes. 

« How are you ? » he asked softly, you felt your throat tightened. « Fine » you croaked. 

He knew they were something wrong. 

«  You know you can talk to me, I’m here babe » Charlie mumbled. You tried avoiding his gaze. He stepped softly towards you, almost chest to chest. 

« I don’t want to talk about it » you muttered. « well I think we have to. You have that sad look in your eyes and it saddens me ! » 

« I don’t want to do this now, the boys are just in the living room ! » 

« But I want to help you, let me help you! » his voice was raising higher and higher. 

« Ne fais pas ça maintenant s’il te plait » (don’t do this now) you exclaimed in French so that the boys wouldn’t understand what was happening, even if the knew that you were fighting, no need to be a genius to realize that. 

« Oh so now we are talking French ?! Why ?! You don’t want our friends to know that we are not this perfect little couple they think we are ! » Charlie snapped. 

« Ne m’humilie pas de la sorte ! Je pense que tu l’as déjà assez fait cette semaine! » (don’t humiliate me like that, you already did it enough all week) you seeped. Your head was beginning to spin from all the crying and the shouting didn’t help. 

« Mais qu’est ce que tu racontes bon sang! » (what are you talking about for god’s sakes) Charlie spat, his Canadian accent resurrecting strongly. 

« Okay, you want to know what I’m talking about ? I’m talking about you and Madison, I know that I should not be jealous but you are so close to her via music and filming and so close to her as well as in not far away. How do you expect for me to not see that. To not see the chemistry you two has on screen ?! » You were between yelling and sobbing uncontrollably. Charlie stayed silent for a moment not knowing what to answer to this. 

« You know, and I’ve told you countless of times that we are nothing more than friends ! She is young » Charlie exclaimed 

« Oh because if she was older, you would definitely take her on a date ?! » you exclaimed, hurt by his words. The both of you stayed silent for a bit of time. A heavy silence. 

« Of course not, you’re the one I like. The only one I love. Yes, we are not together 24/7, but I love you Y/N. No one else but you, why can’t you see that ? » Charlie insisted, his hair tugging at his now shorter hair. 

« I think I should go back for a bit. I’ll see you later » you said in a breath. 

« Dont do this to me, don't do this to me Y/N! I’m begging you » he pleaded. 

You knew you had to get away for a bit of time, you didn’t knew if your relationship could hold after this full blown out but you’ll live. At least you hoped. You ran straight into Charlie’s room and packed your bags not meeting the boys gazed. They heard everything, and it pained you to have them involved in such a fight. 

As soon as you slammed the door of the bedroom, the boys ran straight into the kitchen, they found Charlie on the barstool looking down at his hands, a single tear running down his cheek. 

They didn’t knew what to say, are you okay seemed a bit insensitive after what they all heard. They took a sit next to him and pat his back. Sometimes a small gesture is worth a million words. Charlie knew that he will always has his friends, they were like family, but so was Y/N. But apparently not anymore.