you were perfectly fine, until you met charlie dalton. you two had met a few weeks ago, he calls you ‘baby’ regularly, and you adore it. in his head, you’re the only person to exist. all the boys you’d met in the past had tried to impress you with their fancy cars or with their money. but charlie? he didnt have to do any of that. you looked at him and just knew. you had been waiting for a man like charlie dalton to come and sweep you off your feet for years, and now you had him, you wouldnt let go. he is the king of your heart, nobody else. and you don’t want there to be anyone else.

from whispered conversations in class, to being invited to hang around with his friends, you two had begun dating publicly. it was thursday night, you sat on charlies bed while he gestured frantically to whatever story he was telling. it was late, and everyone was asleep. especially cameron, who was in the bed across the room snoring. if you could keep charlie dalton a secret forever, you would. he would be your secret. charlie must’ve noticed you weren’t listening, because you then felt a pair of lips against your own.

if you had to choose your favourite moment ever, you’d choose this one. where charlie was kissing you gently, his hand on the back of your neck. it felt as if anything broken had mended instantly. charlie dalton was your highschool sweetheart in the midst of all the lies from your friends. charlie pulled away, his eyes scanning your face. “i love you,” he whispered out, careful not to wake his dorm mate.