all i have left | charlie gillespie (part 2)
paring: fem!reader x charlie gillespie
summary: Charlie gives reader a present on her birthday that she’ll never forget …
rating: PG (borderline PG-13)
warnings: a makeout session
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When you wake up the morning of your birthday, you get excited for the day head. You’re not supposed to know but Y/BFF/N is throwing you a surprise birthday party that starts around dinnertime. She got Charlie involved too so he’s taking you out to a park to kill time.
He asked you about it the other day. He said he wanted to give you something when he took you out. You have no idea what he is giving you and while you’re kind of excited, you’re also kind of scared.
Charlie’s been taking every advantage of the second chance you’ve given him. He’s been seeing you nearly everyday and taking you and Y/BFF/N out to do things. He’s been doing everything he can to prove to you, and to your best friend, that he’s sorry for what he did. He took an acting job in Halifax, which is about a three hour drive from Dieppe.
That’s when you knew he was serious about staying in the area to prove he was actually sorry for leaving. It’s been four months now since he came back.
Your phone begins to ring with a FaceTime call but you answer the call on your MacBook. You rub your face before answering it. Y/BFF/N appears on your screen and says, “Happy birthday bestie. Excited for your big 22nd?”
“I’ve been so excited I’ve been blasting 22 by Taylor Swift all morning,” you tell her sarcastically with a yawn.
Y/BFF/N laughs then asks, “Has Charlie hinted at what he was going to give to you?”
You shake your head and say, “I have no idea what he’s going to give me. I’m terrified, not going to lie.”
Then my phone dings with a text. Speak of the devil.
Your best friend asks, “Is that him?”
“Yeah,” you tell her. “He’s asking what time I want to meet him at the park. I’m thinking two.”
She says, “That’s a good time.”
You send Charlie a text telling him you’ll meeting him at two before saying, “I’m gonna grab breakfast and shower since I woke up a little late and have about three hours before I have to go meet him. I’ll see you later.”
Y/BFF/N nods and waves at you before hanging up the phone she was on. You sigh and go get ready. You pour some Cinnamon Toast Crunch into a bowl and drench the cinnamon squares in milk before eating. You reply to birthday texts and posts while you eat.
When you’re done, you shower and get dressed for the day. It’s late September and a little chilly out so you wear a long sleeve white turtleneck with a black and white checkered skirt that ends halfway down your thighs. You wear black knee-high heeled boots. You curl your hair before tying it up in a curly ponytail that sits on the top of your head.
You leave your apartment and quarter of two to head to a nearby park. You get there right at two and look around for Charlie. You find him on the swings. He’s in a sweater that says ‘Canada’ on it and khaki pants. This outfit is so not a Charlie outfit so you had to do a double take.
Slowly, you approach him and say, “Hey.”
Charlie looks up at you as he swings slightly. “Hi,” he says. “Happy birthday, Y/N. You’re old now.”
“Haha,” you say with a smile. “I’m a year younger than you, Mr. Twenty-three.”
He laughs at your new little nickname for him. “That’s a true statement,” Charlie says. “I guess that makes me ancient.”
You sit on the swing beside him and say, “You look pretty good for being ancient. What’s with the sweater anyway? You’re usually allergic to sleeves or something.”
Charlie smiles and says, “You once told me you loved me in this sweater so I decided to wear it on your birthday. Plus, it’s a little too cold to wearing something without sleeves. The perks of being in Canada in late September instead of Los Angeles.”
As a joke, you say, “I knew you didn’t come back for me. You came back to take a break from that Los Angeles heat.”
With another laugh, Charlie says, “Yes, I came back to enjoy the cold weather instead of coming back to get back the person I want in my life.”
You chuckle and the two of you fall silent. The silence is deafening.
After a few moments of silence, Charlie says, “Oh, that’s right. I wanted to give you something. Well, it’s present one of two. Present two comes later when we’re eventually completely alone.” You raise your eyebrows at him as he pulls out a little wrapped box from his pocket. It’s a medium size box so you assume it’s like a bracelet or something.
He hands you the box. You unwrap it and open it. Inside sits a silver necklace with a diamond in the shape of a heart. You gasp, “Charlie. This is beautiful, and probably very expensive. Why did you-”
“Because you liked it when you saw it a few weeks ago,” Charlie says with a soft smile. “I went back and bought it the same day because I knew your birthday was coming up.”
With Charlie’s help, you get the necklace on. You tell him, “You didn’t have to actually go out and buy it.” You turn and look up at him.
Charlie smiles at you and says, “I wanted to. I wanted only the best for your birthday, Y/N.” He swipes a string of hair away from your face and his fingers linger on your cheek a little too long. You feel your heart pounding in your chest as you meet Charlie’s eyes.
You say, “I love the necklace. Thank you, Charlie.”
He says, “Of course, Y/N.”
The two of you spend a few hours at the park, just talking. You ask him about his time in Los Angeles and if he liked it. He tells you about all the people he met since he left for Los Angeles. He tells you about his friends, Owen, Jeremy, and Booboo. He tells you about the show he filmed on Netflix.
At five, Charlie takes you back to your apartment. You walk into the apartment and a bunch of people yell “surprise!” at you. You pretend to be surprised and let out a surprised yell.
Your best friend walks up to you and asks, “You knew, didn’t you?”
You smile and laugh before saying, “Yeah. I find kind of did. No, Charlie didn’t tell me either. I figured it out after you’ve been so secretive.”
“I’m a terrible surprise party planner,” your best friend says with a laugh. Then she spots the necklace around your neck. “That’s so pretty. Didn’t you say you liked that necklace when we saw it a few weeks ago?”
With a smile, you nod and say, “It is. Charlie got it for me for my birthday.”
Y/BFF/N says, “Yeah, Charlie is amazing. Please start going out with him again, Y/N. Please.”
Both you and Charlie laugh softly before you say, “Calm down, Y/BFF/N.”
Charlie goes and talks to people. You sit on the couch and people wish you a happy birthday. Your eyes are on Charlie as he smiles and laughs as he talks to the mutual friends you both have.
It’s hard to keep hating Charlie for what he did when he’s done everything right since coming back to Canada. He’s treated you right and he bought you a very expensive necklace for your birthday when you didn’t think he was paying attention to what you said.
The fact that he wants to give you part two of your presents when you’re completely alone too. You don’t know what he could possibly be giving you what you’re both completely alone.
The party goes by quickly. Y/BFF/N leaves with her girlfriend and Charlie helps you stay to clean up.
“She throws the party and doesn’t stay to clean up,” you say with a smile.
Charlie laughs, “That’s Y/BFF/N for you.”
It takes a while but the apartment is eventually squeaky clean and looks like how it was before the party.
When the apartment is completely cleaned, Charlie asks, “Um, this is probably crossing a line but can I stay the night since it’s kinda late and I don’t feel like walking upstairs to my apartment?”
You look at him and nod. “Yeah, if you want to then you can stay,” you say to him.
He says, “Thank you.”
You nod and head back to your bedroom. You change out of your birthday outfit and into a pair or black and red flannel pajama pants and black cami tank top. You take your hair out of the ponytail and tie it up onto a messy bun on your head.
When you’re done getting changed, there’s a knock on your bedroom door. You go and open the door, revealing Charlie. He looks at you for a second before saying, “I, um, I hope you had a good birthday, Y/N.”
“I did,” you honestly tell him. “Thank you for being apart of it. Charlie.”
Charlie smiles and says, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Um, are you going to bed or just getting ready for bed?”
Slightly nervous, you say, “I was going to go to bed, unless you wanted to do something ...” You trail off.
He shakes his head and says, “No, if you wanted to sleep then I’ll let you get to sleep. I’m sorry for bothering you. I’ll just sleep on the couch out here.”
You nod again and he walks off. You watch him for a second before shutting the door. You lean against the door, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach.
Recently, when you’ve been around Charlie, you get all these butterflies and your heart races in your chest. You know what it means, and it doesn’t bother you like it did before. You’re falling for Charlie all over again, but you’re scared to tell him in fear that he’ll leave you again. You don’t know if you can deal with getting your heart broken again like that.
As you get your Netflix up on your TV, there’s another knock at your bedroom door. You get up out of bed and walk over to the door again. You open it, revealing Charlie again.
“Did you like the necklace, by the way?” Charlie asks. “I don’t remember if you told me if you actually liked it or not.”
You smile at him and hold up the necklace that you still haven’t taken off. “I’m still wearing it so what do you think?” you ask in reply.
Charlie smiles and says, “Okay, yeah. Um, goodnight.”
With a light laugh, you say, “Goodnight, Charlie.” You watch him again as he walks away. He pulls off his sweater with his back turned to you and you quickly shut the door.
There are the butterflies again. Maybe it just because he’s Charlie or because you just watched him take off his shirt but the butterflies are there.
Before you can even walk away from the door, there’s another knock. You turn and swing open the door for a third time. Charlie stands in front of you in just his boxer shorts. “I can’t give you any clothes, Charlie,” you tell him. “You won’t fit in my clothes.”
“That’s not why I’m here this time,” Charlie says to you.
You stare up at him, confused, and he takes a step toward you. He cups your face in his hands and pulls your lips to his. You gasp into the kiss before you kiss him back. You melt into his body as the kiss continues.
The last time you kissed Charlie was about a year ago when he left. You were crying and begging him not to go. Now, you’re kissing him after you’ve forgiven him and have completely fallen for him again.
Charlie picks you up by your thighs and closes the door with his foot. Your lips hastily move against his as he walks toward your bed.
His tongue swipes across your bottom lip and you part your lips a bit. Charlie pushes his tongue into your mouth, making you groan softly. He lays you down on your back and crawls on top of you, settling between your legs. His fingers run up and down your thighs.
Your fingers slide up into his hair and you hold him close to you. The deep kiss continues and you say against his lips, “Charlie.”
“Hm,” Charlie mumbles as he kisses you.
You say, “I want to go to Los Angeles with you.”
As soon as you say that, Charlie pulls back from the kiss. He meets your eyes and he asks, “You want to go to Los Angeles with me?”
With a nod, you say, “You’re going to go back eventually, and I know that. I don’t want to stay here when the guy I love is in a completely different country.”
Charlie smiles and asks, “You love me?”
“Like you, I never stopped,” you admit to him. “I don’t want to wait for you to come back to Canada. I want to go with you.”
He says, “Well, that’s a good thing because the second part of your gifts was a plane ticket to Los Angeles. One of my friends’ birthday is in two weeks and I wanted you to come with me. I can make it one way if you want.”
You peck his lips and say, “Make it one way. I’ll move to Los Angeles with you.”
A huge smile is on Charlie’s lips as well as yours.
Charlie is really all you have left. You’re not gonna let him go again.
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