Meant to be together?? - a Nick and Charlie fanfic

Charlie's POV:

I don't know what came over me.

I don't know why I just rushed out of this cafe.

Like...the bookshop situation was already embarrassing and awkward, but I think I just made it more embarrassing and awkward between us.

I mean... there's no between us. We barely talked to eachother.

But I saw his confusion on his face when I left the cafe.

I actually don't know why I reacted like this. I just feel weird whenever he like looks at me or anything. Like not in a negative but in a positive way.

I decide that I need to talk to someone about that and walk to Aled's house.

"Oh hi Charlie." Aled says surprised when he opens the door.

"Uhm hi." I say awkwardly.

"You're okay?"

"Yeah I just walked down the road here and thought I could come around for a tea if that's okay?"

"Sureee..." he says suspicouly and leads me into the house.

After Aled made tea, we sit down in the livingroom and he looks at me axpectant.

I sip my tea and look around as if I've never been here before. Which isn't true, because I'm here at least once a week; Aled's house is practically my second home.

"Uhm how are you doing?" I start the conversation.

"Okay Charlie what's up with you?" Aled asks and puts his cup on the couchtable.

"Uhmm"

He furrows his brow at me. I sigh.

"Okay, three days ago I was at my favorite bookstore down the street, and as I was walking out the door, I ran into a man my age. The most handsome man I've ever seen by the way. He was helping me pick up my books, and I left really fast because I made it totally awkward. I just stared at him.
Then today I was at Tara's cafe and the he walked in. He waved and smiled at me, he has the sweetest smile ever, and I don't know why but I panicked and rushed out of this cafe. " I tell him, putting my cup on the table and burying my face in my hands.

"What is wrong with me?!..." I groan.

After a few seconds of silence I look up at Aled. He smirks at me.

"What?"

"I think you know what is wrong with you. You just don't want to see it."

"What do you mean?" I ask leaning back at the couch.

"Charlie! Just the way you speak about him. You told me he's the most beautiful man you've ever seen and that he has the cutest smile."

"Uhm I said the sweetest." I cut him off.

"Doesn't matter. The point is, that you like him."he says. "I think you should talk to him and see how things go."

I sit down closer to him and lean my head on his shoulder.

"But how am I supposed to talk to him when I just stutter as soon as he looks at me? " I ask him.
"Well if you're planning on talking to him you're prepared. The last two times you weren't prepared so maybe that will work.And if doesn't go well, then you don't have to talk to him ever again." he adds the last comment with a chuckle.

"Aleeddd!" I groan burrying my face in his shoulder.

"What am I supposed to say Charlie?"

"I don't know." I say looking at him again.