Camila was unlocking the door, arriving home from work when David approached the Latina, claiming he knew all about her affair with Charlie who was dating Tracy Barlow, and that he had proof to show people. She was frozen as he threatened to expose the affair, his aim to get to Charlie through her because he knew that hurting Tracy wouldn't affect Charlie like hurting Camila would.

"David, you can't tell anyone -"

"She quickly opened the door, trying to close it before he could follow her inside, but he was stronger, knocking over the vase in the doorway.

"When he returned home Charlie immediately knew something was wrong. He noticed the vase was broken and called out to Camila, placing his jacket on the back of the sofa, finding the raven-haired woman in the kitchen.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, his brow furrowing when he saw the tears on her cheeks. He placed the flowers he had bought on the dining table, and another hand on her cheek, "Hey, hey," He said softly when he felt her tremble, bringing her to his chest, holding her as she cried.

"Oh, god, Charlie."

"Who was it?" He asked, putting his hands on her arms as he pulled back to meet her gaze. "Who?"

"David." Camila swallowed thickly. "He knows. And he has proof."

Charlie nodded, rubbing her arms, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Okay."

He headed into the living room, and she followed all the way to the door. "Charlie, don't -"

"I'm just going to talk to him." He assured her, but she knew he was lying. He had a temper and everyone knew it. "Stay inside."

Camila wiped her cheek when he took long strides, eager to confront David and bit her lip, closing her eyes as she slowly closed the door, heading to sit on the sofa in the living room. Several minutes later she knew she couldn't sit by and let him hurt a teenager, however, menacing David could be.

The Latina left the flat and went to the Platt house, quietly closing the door behind her as she looked around. She heard water splashing upstairs and crept up the staircase, hearing David telling Charlie that he wouldn't show anyone the photos he had as proof of the affair.

Camila entered the bathroom, pausing in her steps when she saw Charlie holding David by the nape of his neck, the teens hair soaked as was his shirt around his shoulders - revealing that Charlie had been holding him under the water in the bathtub.

"Charlie!"

He looked at her, "I told you to stay home."

Camila shook her head, "I couldn't - you need to stop this. Its gone too far."

"Y/N, you have to -" Charlie shook David who quickly went silent.

"Shut up." Charlie looked away from the teenager, to the Latina as she lingered in the doorway, horrified. "Go home."

"I can't do this anymore." She shook her head, looking at David who was watching the interaction. "I'm sorry."

She rushed out of the bathroom, and Charlie held David over the water. "Not a word, understand?"

"Yes! Yes!"

Charlie released him and took off after Camila, catching up to her in the street. He caught her arm, turning her around.

"Hold on - just hold on a minute!"

"She met his gaze with teary eyes. "I can't -"

"You can't just walk away." He shook his head. "You can't just end it like that. I know you love me -"

"I do." She placed a hand on his arm. "But I can't keep living this lie. You could've killed him."

"I wouldn't have." Charlie argued.

"You looked like you wanted to. And he's just a stupid teenager, Charlie. I-I can't keep this secret anymore."

Charlie placed a hand on her cheek and her eyes closed as he leaned in. "So what if we don't have to?"

"Charlie..."

"I mean it. Right now. I'll go break it off with Tracy." Charlie placed an arm around her waist, bringing her closer. "Are you going to make me beg?"

She smiled softly, shaking her head. "I'm tempted -" A giggle left her lips when he raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. "But no, I won't." Camila placed a hand on his cheek, kissing him tenderly. She knew someone would see them but at that moment she didn't care. She wanted everyone to know that she loved Charlie Stubbs.

She took his hand and led him down the cobbles to her house. "Maybe you don't have to tell her right now. An hour or two, maybe three."

Charlie wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her as he walked to into the house, taking quick strides making you giggle.

When they were inside he placed her down, closing the door. Camila turned, giggling when he lifted her, wrapping her arms around his neck as he held her legs around his waist, kissing her hotly as he carried her to the sofa.

True to his word he did break things off with Tracy and returned to her house with a bag of clothes. From the red mark on his cheek, Camila knew she had slapped him, and Charlie felt the tension leave his body from their confrontation when she smiled at him, kissing his stinging cheek.

She smiled when he turned her chin, leaning down to steal your breath away with a heated kiss. She was always his, but now she knew that he was completely hers.