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i woke up early this morning and looked down at my boyfriend, charlie spring. he stayed at my house last night after ‘revision’ - which definitely did not turn into a make out session.
he always looks so peaceful in the morning, his hair flopped over his face, a little smile on his lips.
god, his lips. they’re so soft, and i just want to kiss them all the time. that probably sounds weird. i don’t really care.
i leaned down and kissed him gently, trying not to wake him up.
i failed, and he made a small noise of confusion before blinking a few times and opening his eyes.
“morning, sleepyhead.” i whispered, ruffling his hair gently.
“nick? what time is it?” he mumbled while his eyes focused on me.
“6:30. it’s quite early.”
“why the fuck are you waking me up at 6:30?” he covered his face with the blanket, and i smiled at him. he’s adorable.
“i didn’t mean to. sorry, char. go back to sleep if you want. i’ll just sit here on my phone or something.”
then his head popped out from under my blanket. “or we could kiss.”
i chuckled softly, taking his face in my hands. “kissing sounds good.” and then i kissed him again.
this is going to sound stupid, but whenever i kiss him i just get overwhelmingly happy.
i still get butterflies sometimes, when we kiss, or when he looks at me in a certain way, or even when i think about him.
i am such an idiot.
charlie moved away from me and stretched a bit, yawning. i think he looks adorable when he’s sleepy.
i reached out and pulled him close to me, resting my chin on his shoulder. “i love you.” i whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek.
“i love you too.” he whispered back, and i could tell he was smiling.
i started to kiss his neck gently and i heard him laugh.
“nick, what are you doing?” he asked, interlocking our fingers.
“kissing your neck.” i replied simply, smirking a bit. “is that okay?”
“yeah, of course it is.”
i kept kissing him, slowly turning him around so i could kiss him properly.
“hello.” he mumbled, smiling up at me, his dimples showing, and i’m not kidding, i almost died from a heart attack seeing how cute he was.
i immediately started kissing him again, smiling again his lips. “oh my god, char. i’m actually so in love with you, you know? i love you so much.”
he chuckled, and i ruffled his hair. “it should be illegal for you to be this cute. you’re gonna kill me.”
“nick!” he laughed, covering his face. “maybe it should be illegal for you to be that strong. you make me swoon every time i see you.” he said over-dramatically, putting a hand on his forehead.
“maybe we’re both criminals.” i smirked, putting my hands around his neck.
“oh no. i don’t think i can survive prison.”
“good thing you have your big, strong boyfriend there to protect you, eh?”
“it is. what would i do without you?” i felt myself being pulled down into another kiss, one that i gladly accepted. i stroke his cheek softly.
“i love you, char. more than anyone else. even my dogs.”
“i can’t believe im so important to you, nick. i love you too, by the way. in case you were wondering.”
i smiled and kissed him again. we stayed in bed all day today. it was perfect. a lazy day in bed, my favourite.
we listened to music, we kissed, we watched tv… normal me and charlie stuff. some people might say we’re boring, but i don’t care. so what if we’re boring? it’s amazing.
i didn’t want him to go home. i wrapped him in my arms and kissed him and begged him not to go, until his mum threatened to turn up, and he had to leave. his mum does that sometimes. i hate when she does that.
my bed smells like him still. i love my boyfriend.
he texted me when he got home, and he said he missed me. i miss him too. i know it’s stupid, but i miss him so much when he’s not around me.
me and charlie are the most idiotic couple on the planet, i swear. but i love him. and he loves me. and who cares about a little bit of stupid when you love someone?
then i had to walk nellie and henry so i couldn’t text him. when i got back, he wasn’t replying, so i’m writing in here. i think he’s asleep.
he’s just answered me back now. i was right - he was taking a nap.
he had a dream. about me. god, i love charlie. he said it was about us kissing. whenever i kissed him, a little flower petal appeared in my room. by the end of the dream, my whole room was covered in flower petals.
i love that he has dreams about us like that. i think they’re so cute, just like him. i couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.
i don’t talk to many people about how much i love charlie, because i feel a bit cringe. but maybe that’s a good thing, i wouldn’t stop talking for days.
i love his dimples, his laugh, his eyes, his cuddles, his kisses, the way he holds my hand when he’s nervous, how supportive he is of me, how strong he’s been through everything… i just love him. more than anything, i love my boyfriend charlie spring.
he’s getting better, and i’ve never felt this proud of anyone in my entire life. when he eats at my house, i sit with him and hold his hand. he says it helps him. another thing i love about him.
i honestly don’t know how i ever lived without charlie spring.
sometimes i wonder what my life would be like without charlie. i think it would be boring.
i’m glad i don’t have to live life without him. i love him far too much.
i think we’d meet in any universe, anyway. he’d always be there, holding my hand. i hope he is, anyway.
maybe i just need to love him enough in this universe, and all the other mes in different universes will get the message.
because no matter what happens, it’s always us. nick nelson and charlie spring, against the world.