"you're lucky that i like you." he pouted again, before nodding and walking directly into those opened arms, allowing his head to drop onto the others shoulder.
ββ come on .. it wasn't that scary. ββ
head tilted obliquely, still grinning as his arms were parting, a silent invite for a hug.
ββ will a hug suffice to comfort you ? ββ
a soft smile tugged the corners of his lips upwards, shaking his head.
"no, thank you." charlie spoke just before managing to properly spread out his towel and taking a seat onto it.
he watched how nick unwrapped the present, raising a brow at the mention of a chocolate bar.
"hm.. i don't know how you see a chocolate bar there?" he titled his head to the side, pointing to the small key chain in the form of an β
nick let out a sigh, obviously dissatisfied that he had answered incorrectly. However, his eyes soon lit up as the curly haired boy still handed him his gift. He took it rather eagerly.
β wow, itβs wrapped up rather neatly. β the red head spoke as he gently opened the +
the words 'yeah, and you're one of the main reasons' lay on the tip of his tongue, but charlie does not say anything. he does not have even close to enough courage.
instead, he takes the chance once harrys arm drops from his shoulder and starts walking again.
usually, harry would be the first to comment on how rough charlie looks . . but he doesnβt. he canβt bring himself to.
βyou look more than sick. and . . for months .α£β raising an eyebrow, he eventually drops his arm from his shoulder.
the dangerous thing about this is that charlie is not having one of his good days, he feels just how he looks like, miserable.
"i've been.. sick."
he moves slightly, trying to get harrys arm away from his shoulder.
unfortunately, harry is unaware of the vulnerable spot on his arm, and doesnβt drop his usual rough act. he isnβt sure he really cares about charlie, but he can nosy into his business and see what happens.
wrapping an arm around his shoulder, the familiar teasing ββ
"it was right! but.." charlie trailed off, the faintest of grins on his lips as he removed his right hand from behind his back.
holding out a small, wrapped up thing.
"here."
nick raised an eyebrow, a suspicious smile on his lips.
β ah, I have to guess ? β he asked before he thought for a moment.
β alright . . . left. β