You sit on Theo’s couch in a wife-beater and boy shorts, wrapped in a comforter. The steam rises from the cup of tea warm in your hands. The morning is doing its best to shine through the blinds and you wish time would just stop for a while so you could get your head together. It was a rough night and you ended up spending the night with your long time friend, Theo after getting into an argument with Charlie. It made you really upset as this was the first fight of the relationship and you hate conflict anyhow. Not to mention it was on a night out in front of your friends.
Thank goodness for Theo.
You look at your phone which you put on silent when Charlie started calling last night after you left. A couple missed calls, voicemails and texts - where are you? basically being the main theme.
You turn your head at the sound of bare feet on hardwood and see Theo coming down the hall from his bedroom in his boxers looking tired, rubbing his eyes.
You wake up to start a day the way you usually do when Charlie stays home. You let him sleep for another half hour while you make breakfast and coffee.
You tiptoe into your daughter’s room to see her hanging onto the railing of her crib. She pulls herself up and reaches for you.
"Good morning princess." You whisper as you lift her out of the crib. "Let’s go wake up Daddy." She claps her hands and smiles.
The sun peeks in from the cream-colored curtains but Charlie seems oblivious to that. You know he feels the little dip Aurora makes because a corner of his lips turns up. He stays still ,though,just to play along. You watch as your child climbs onto her father’s chest and roughly pulls on his scruff. Neither of you were expecting that but he retaliates by initiating a tickle-attack and her laughter rings through the room.
Imagine Charlie Hunnam and the rest of your group of friends coming over to help you finally get settled in your new home. It’s right on the water and you do a little dance in what will soon be your living room. Mostly, you don’t push anyone to help you unpack, only grab boxes off the truck and take them to their destined location. As time winds down, however, you break out food and beer (among other alcoholic beverages) in a gesture of thanks. Someone turns on music at some point, a fire pit appears not long after and you can’t remember how much fun you’ve had like this.
You venture up to your room, a glass of wine in hand, staring at the makeshift bed on the floor. It’ll have to do for tonight, even though you were hoping to get your room somewhat decent before passing out. Ah, should have thought about it more before bringing out the alcohol. The night is cool by the water and you lose yourself to the sight that is now your home that you almost don’t hear Charlie coming up behind you.
“I was wondering where you ran off to,” He takes a swig of his beer, carefully watching you.
Imagine having one of those days where all you want to do is crawl back in to bed and hide under your covers for a few weeks. Being that you just moved to California and are still staying at the home of a friend going there doesn’t sound comforting. After your shift ends you sit in your car and try to figure out what to do. The first thing that pops in to your head is Charlie. He’s been so sweet to you since you met him a few months ago through friends of friends. He’s asked you out a couple times, but after explaining to him that you just got out of a terrible situation and are not looking to date anyone right now, he’s politely settled on friendship.
You talk to him on the phone every couple of days and exchange texts at least once a day. So, you’ve decided that after the day you’ve had that’s where you want to be. When you get to his house you decide that maybe this wasn’t the best idea, but you’ve come all this way and at this hour traffic will be a nightmare. It’ll take you hours to get home if you turn around now. So you take a deep steadying breath and get out of the car. You have to wait a while after knocking on the door. Just as you’re about to turn around to leave it opens. He’s standing there barefoot in grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt looking delicious. You think to yourself, ‘This definitely wasn’t a good idea.’
He gives you a big Charlie grin, all perfect white teeth and a gleam in his clear blue eyes, “Hey” he says.
Imagine it’s 2 am and you can’t get to sleep. You feel like a ball of energy that’s about to explode if you can’t get outside and run wild. Finally after another minute or so, you figure it’s time to start taking a page out of your boyfriend’s book. Carpe diem, right? If your soul, your body, your spirit needs out then what are you laying in bed for?
Rolling out of bed, you pull on a pair of yoga pants, a sports bra and a hoodie before moving over to shake Charlie awake. His brows tug together a bit when he sees you leaning over him, smirking mischievously.
With a few more drops of Honeysuckle bath oil, you turned the knobs off to your new ivory claw foot tub. Today was a busy, exciting day. You just moved into your first house; two stories, four bedrooms, three baths, a beautiful backyard and two door garage. It was everything you’d dreamed of as child for your dream home. Once all of the boxes and furniture were settled in, you left your best friend downstairs to do some unpacking while you took a rewarding bath.
Charlie was more than happy to help you move; he’d watch you struggle in college to get your law degree while he cruised himself into a Kinesiology bachelor’s. You two had clicked since freshman year in an English class and have continued being great friends. Great to the point where there was a time you thought he could be more than just a friend. During college, you two spent ample amount of time together from studying, attending sports games to having random movie nights. You concealed the small feelings that bloomed for him to prevent damaging the friendship. Besides, Charlie was a big flirt and had a girl for every day of the week. No way he’d be interested in settling down, especially with you.