Henry groaned as the sunlight hit his face. He shoved his head deeper into the soft, silky pillow. It smelt delicious, like coconut and vanilla. He was at the edge of slumber until his pillow moved. Henry growled before he realized that pillows don't move. He opened his eyes slightly to see a sea of brown curls. He smiled as he realized that he was sleeping on Charlotte's hair. Her bun had come undone, and Henry had his nose deep in her scalp. Charlotte shook her head a little and mumbled incoherently in her sleep. Henry wasn't going to waste an opportunity to get more sleep with his favorite girl in the world. He closed his eyes once again and was practically asleep when he heard the door open.
"Charlotte, have you seen Henry?" Piper said opening the door loudly. Henry picked his head up and glared at his sister who stood in the doorway shocked.
"Oh my God, what am I seeing?! I'm sending this to Jasper. He'll flip." Piper said covering her mouth and taking a picture. Henry felt heat rise to his cheeks as he realized what this looked like. Henry was sleeping shirtless in Charlotte's room, and their bodies were practically melded together. Their legs were entangled, Charlotte's head resting on his shoulder, his face resting on her head, her hands around his chest, and his wrapped around her waist.
"Wait, don't send that to Jasper! This isn't what it looks like. We were just sleeping, I promise." Henry said while trying to distance himself from a still sleeping Charlotte discreetly.
"Yeah, sure. I'm not ten, Henry. No wonder you went to bed early." Piper said with a smirk on her face.
"I'm not lying! I just… What are you doing in here anyway?" Henry said getting annoyed. Piper rolled her eyes.
"Looking for you! You're supposed to be taking me to school this week while Mom and Dad are on that cruise. My English final starts in an hour, and I need to get there early to turn in my project." Henry could practically slap himself. With all of the commotion, he almost forgot that he was Piper's ride to school for the week.
"Ugh, I forgot, I'm sorry. I'll be downstairs in a few minutes. Just let me get dressed." Piper nodded before snagging one last picture and leaving. Henry gently moved Charlotte's head on to a pillow and disentangled their arms. Charlotte groaned and rewrapped her hands around his chest.
"Henry…" She mumbled. Henry felt his blush deepen. Is she dreaming about me? Henry thought staring at her with a small smile. He resisted the urge to go back to sleep next to Charlotte and let Piper fend for herself, but he made a promise to his parents to take care of his sister. As kindly and as gently as he could, he took Charlotte's hands off of him and placed them around a spare pillow. He closed the door to her room softly and headed towards his room to change.
"Doing the walk of shame, Henry?" Piper said as Henry walked by the door to her room.
"Shut up, Piper. Nothing happened." Henry said walking faster. Piper just hummed in mock agreement. Henry slammed open the door to his room, threw on a pair of jeans and a red muscle t-shirt, and brushing his teeth quickly. He ran down the stairs with a toothbrush in his mouth, and he grabbed his car keys.
"Come on, Piper. Let's go!" Henry said walking towards the garage where his dark blue Honda Civic sat. He opened the driver's side door, pushed the garage door opener in his car, and started his car. As he waited for Piper to scurry to the garage, he felt his phone vibrate several times. He groaned as he saw that he had ten texts from Jasper. Apparently, Piper had sent Jasper the picture of him and Charlotte sleeping next to each other. Henry was about to respond when Jasper called him. Henry answered it and put it on speaker phone.
"You and Charlotte are FINALLY together, and you didn't tell me?! I can't believe that you would keep this from me!" Jasper practically yelled into the phone. Henry sighed and rested his head on the steering wheel of the car.
"Char and I aren't together. We were just sleeping together." Henry said already tired of this conversation.
"What? You're sleeping with Charlotte, but you're not dating her? I didn't think that I would have to protect Charlotte from you, Henry." Jasper said slightly appalled. Henry lifted his head up in confusion.
"Why would you have to protect Charlotte from me… Jasper, I didn't sleep with Charlotte. I slept next to her. You know platonically." Henry said getting frustrated.
"Ugh, what? Well, then why were you shirtless and cuddling?"
"It summertime, and it gets hot!"
"If it's so hot, then why were you cuddling?" Jasper said. He wasn't trying to pester Henry. He was just curious, and he always thought that Henry and Charlotte would be good together. Henry didn't really know the answer to that question. Henry knew that he loved Charlotte, and every touch that they shared just wasn't enough. He could hold her for eternity, and it would never be enough. He wanted to be in her presence constantly, and he wished desperately that they were together just so he wouldn't have to hold himself back anymore. He wanted to hug her and hold her without wondering if he was crossing over some unspoken line. If he ever got to kiss her, he wasn't sure he would ever stop. He couldn't tell Jasper that though, so he tried to think of something reasonable to say.
"I… I have to take Piper to school. I'll talk to you later, Jasper." Henry said as Piper came over to the car with her backpack in tow. Before Jasper could respond, Henry quickly ended the conversation. Henry glanced at Piper's outfit as she climbed into the passenger's side. She was wearing holey gray jeans, a long, floral, short sleeved shirt with white high top Converse. Her hair was in a high ponytail, and she had on light makeup.
"You look nice. It better not be for that Peter guy." Henry said moving the car out of the garage and driving towards the high school.
"Peter wishes. No, me and my girls are going to the mall after school today." Piper said pulling out her cellphone and turning the radio on. Henry immediately turned the radio off.
"Piper, you have terrible music taste. Nobody wants to listen to Pop this early in the morning." Henry grumbled.
"Well, at least, I don't listen to Jazz. I mean how old are you? Nobody even knows who Kenny G is anymore. Even Dad doesn't listen to Jazz." Piper said mockingly.
"First of all, Kenny G is totally a classic. Everyone knows Kenny G. Second, Dad listens to audiobooks in the car, and we can both agree that Jazz is better than some book on architecture." Piper started laughing, and Henry chuckled a little.
"Yeah, you're totally right. Mom was complaining to me yesterday about it. Apparently, Dad spent their whole flight and the cab ride telling her about how his favorite bridge was made." Piper said in between giggles. Henry and Piper laughed and made fun of their father for the rest of the ride to the high school.
"Good luck today." Henry said as Piper was getting out of the car. She nodded before slamming the door and yelling at him not to forget to pick her up. As Henry was driving back home, he felt his stomach growl. Man, he could go for an omelet right now, but not just any omelet, one of his special omelets.
Charlotte woke up to one of her favorite scents in the world, Henry's omelets. If there was anything better than waking up next to Henry, then it was waking up to the smell of Henry's cooking. Unlike Piper, Henry can cook extremely well. As soon as she recognized the scent, Charlotte grabbed her glasses, jumped out of bed, and raced down the stairs to the kitchen. Henry was standing in front of the stove with a white spatula in hand.
"Are you making an omelet?!" Charlotte said standing behind Henry and trying to peer around his body to look at what was in the frying pan. Henry turned his head to look at her.
"Good Morning to you too, Charlotte." Henry said sarcastically. Charlotte rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, Good Morning, how did you sleep? Whatever. Are you making omelets?"
"Yeah, I am." Henry said, chuckling at her obvious impatience. Charlotte started beaming, and she hugged him tightly from her spot behind him.
"Oh God, I love you so much. Your omelets taste so good. They're light and fluffy, and they have the perfect egg to cheese ratio." Charlotte said practically drooling just thinking about it. Henry barely managed not to stop cooking, pick Charlotte up, and kiss her senseless. If he ever doubted that she was the love of his life, that line totally confirmed it. Charlotte completely understood him, and she was his best friend in every sense of the word. He loved Jasper, but Charlotte was his other half. Henry cleared his throat and stared at his omelet to keep his attention away from the girl that was hugging him tightly.
"You can have the first one. I'll make myself one when I'm done." Henry said while adding the cheese.
"I'll wait and eat with you. Seriously, how did you sleep? You did get some sleep, right?" Charlotte slightly mumbled into his shirt. Henry smiled to himself. Charlotte was so cute.
"Yeah, it's the best sleep I've had in a while, and I didn't wake up to you slapping me." Henry said while Charlotte giggled into his shirt. Henry finished making his first omelet and placed it on a plate next to the stove before proceeding to make another one. Charlotte peered at the omelet, and she slowly unwrapped one of her arms from Henry's waist to try to grab a nibble of the omelet.
"Char, you said you would wait." Henry said, not even having to look over to know that Charlotte's hand was suspended above the freshly cooked omelet.
"It looks so good." Charlotte complained, slightly mocking Henry as she stared at the omelet. Steam was coming off of it, and cheese was oozing from the middle. It looked like something straight out of a cooking show. She wanted to eat with Henry though. She tore her eyes away from the edible masterpiece, released her arms from around Henry, and went to get some orange juice from the fridge. She grabbed the cartoon from the fridge, and she groaned as she got on her tippy toes to try to grab two glasses.
Henry watched amused as Charlotte tried to grab two glasses from a cabinet in the kitchen. She stuck her pink tongue out a little bit, and her t-shirt rode up a little exposing some of her flat stomach. Henry put his spatula down, and he walked over and picked up the two glasses easily. Charlotte glared at him.
"You're such a show-off." She huffed before she poured orange juice in the glasses. Henry laughed.
"No, you're just short." Henry said smirking as he went back to his omelet. He could practically feel her menacing glare on his back as he finished his own omelet. He plated his omelet before bringing both of them to the table where Charlotte was sitting. Charlotte already had her fork and knife ready, and she quickly started eating when Henry laid her plate down. Charlotte was scraping the plate clean after a few minutes, and Henry was quietly savoring his.
"That was delicious! You know what would go really well with this? Some strawberries. Could you get me some?" Charlotte said smiling at Henry kindly. He smiled back before getting up to grab some strawberries from the fridge. When he came back, he found Charlotte eating the rest of his omelet.
"Charlotte! I made you your own omelet. You're gonna get it." Henry glared at her with a mischievous smirk. He slowly inched closer to her, and she backed away with a nervous smile.
"It's just an omelet!" Charlotte said as she backed into the kitchen cabinet. Henry picked her up and put her on the counter. He smiled at her before tickling her sides without mercy. Charlotte squirmed and laughed so hard that tears came to her eyes.
"H-Henry! S-stop." She said between giggles.
"Not until you say that you love me." Henry said with a radiant smile.
"I-I love you, Hen." Charlotte said breathlessly. Henry felt his heart beat wildly out of control. The way Charlotte said that she loved him was so different than the way she had ever said it before. He tried not to think too much of it, but then he made the mistake of staring into her eyes. Those big brown abysses were one of his greatest weaknesses. He could feel himself get lost in them. Charlotte felt like a drug that brought him on his greatest highs. He leaned in closer to her, and she moved closer to him. Henry's eyes strayed from hers to stare at her lips. Was God going to finally answer his prayers? Before he could even finish the thought, Charlotte had captured his lips with hers.
Henry had imagined kissing Charlotte thousands of times, but the real thing blew his fantasies out of the water. Henry swore that even his blood felt like it was on fire. His heart was running a freakin' marathon, and he couldn't get enough of Charlotte. He kissed her back urgently, trying to show her every ounce of love that he had for her in one kiss. His arms pulled her closer to him, and her legs wrapped around his waist. Henry groaned as Charlotte leaned her chest against his. She then put her hands in his hair and brought him even closer.
Charlotte was convinced that she was dreaming. There was no way that this could be real. Henry would never kiss her back, and he definitely would never kiss her like this, like he loved her so much that it hurt. She was ripped out of her disbelief by Henry who was biting her lower lip slightly. If Charlotte's eyes weren't already closed, she would have closed them as she rolled her eyes to the back of her head. She moaned, and then their kisses got frantic and passionate. They were both scared that this was really just another fantasy, and it almost pained them to stop for air.
As Henry pulled away, he stared at Charlotte with her lips swollen, a goofy smile on her face, and her pupils blown back so wide that he could barely see the brown of her irises. He knew that he needed oxygen, but every part of him felt like it needed Charlotte more. So after a minute of catching his breath, he kissed her again. Charlotte immediately kissed him back. They had been waiting for this for so long that it felt like they might never get to experience this ever again. Henry could feel his phone vibrate in his pocket, but he ignored it, moved his hand from Charlotte's waist to her cheek, and continued to kiss Charlotte senseless. After what felt like a few brief seconds but was really minutes, Henry heard his alarm beep. Charlotte heard it to, and because she was the reasonable one, she pulled away from Henry's lips even though she really didn't want to. Henry tried to pull her back to him, but Charlotte's moved her hands which were tangled in Henry's hair to his shoulders and put some distance between them.
"Do I have to answer it?" Henry said begging Charlotte to say no and kiss him again.
"Yeah, it's your job." Charlotte said slightly irritated. Henry sighed loudly before he answered. A hologram of Schwoz appeared above his wrist.
"Henry! I just got your message! If you want to figure out where the feed is coming from, you need to get down here now before they close off the feed." Schwoz said slurring some of the words together.
"He's right! I didn't even think about that when I left it in my bathroom last night." Charlotte said running upstairs to go grab the bug and put on some clothes. Henry sighed as he watched her go. Henry wished for the first time in his life that he was just a regular guy, so that he could continue to shower Charlotte with affection. Even if he sometimes wished that he wasn't, Henry was meant to be a superhero, and his superpowers were given to him for a reason, to protect the people that he loved.
Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm actually updating before midnight! So, I decided that I'm going to attempt to do all of the one-shots. We will see how that goes. Unfortunately, I won't be updating this story until after Christmas, so I made it special (*winks obnoxiously*). Thank you so much for all of the reviews, follows, and favs! I literally die reading every single one, so don't stop! (If I didn't know any better, I would say that that's your favorite chapter. XP) Hopefully, I'll post the Truth-or-Dare fic tomorrow and the Christmas one on Christmas. Enjoy your night! If your wondering about the omelet thing, it comes from Motion Comic #8. Have a good night!