𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 —

“As someone who doesn’t like sharing a bed, I feel you completely there.”

‘You and I have that in common. I miss being able to starfish without kicking someone in the ankle.’

“The fact ya dinny come into the room and straight away say imma the one yous wanna share with. Damn cold Hunnam cold.”

‘I didn’t realise I had to put in a formal request. Figured it was already set in stone. Maybe you’re the one being ice cold.’

“I’ve only been here a few weeks and I’m still enjoying having someone to cuddle every night. Maybe I’m just a sad ass or something.”

‘Maybe, but I wouldn’t like to comment until I get to know you a little better. I’ve never been the biggest.. cuddler.’ 

“Make a pillow fort between you and the other person, then that might stop accidental spoons? I dunno, just a suggestion.”

‘It might, if the pillows didn’t move. I’ll have to give it a shot and see what happens.

“Nothing wrong with an accidental spoon, I spent enough time in tour buses to know that one.”

‘I guess I just don’t have that tour bus experience. I’m sure millions of fangirls are thrilled to hear One Direction used to spoon though.’

“I am sure somewhere in the universe is the piece of advice that you shouldn’t sleep with your ex-wife after the divorce is finalized because it might result in a baby - well, when I have ever listened to logical pieces of advice?”  

‘That was.. the strangest announcement I’ve ever heard. I can’t wait for the gender reveal.’

“Not feeling to flirty and thirty considering my youngest daughters gift to me was to sick up all over my favourite shirt. Then when I went and showered and changed, she did it again. Thank god for leaving clothes at the ex wifes. Anyway, cheers to me, another year around the sun.”

‘You mean she didn’t cut the sleeves off during the divorce like mine did?’

“Yesterday was my birthday and I know I’m the middle child so I shouldn’t expect much but my brothers honest to god sent birthday gifts to my older sisters thinking it was their birthday. Ashley and Mary-Kate BOTH got presents and all I got was an ‘LOL Oops’ in the group chat. 32 years on this planet and the Olsen family still can’t figure out my birthday.”

‘Thirty-two years and it’s still happening? Sounds like it might be a lost cause.           Although, on the bright side, at least you’ve got an excuse not to buy them anything on their birthdays. Siblings are the fuckin’ worst to think of gifts for. I can’t tell you how many socks I’ve bought my brother over the years because we didn’t know what else to get each other.’ 

Joe: Do you though? I think that heart of yours is big enough to compensate.

Joe: Good thing I'm all yours...

Joe: It was hot in here and I'm still not over being lucky enough to have shared the bed with you for several weeks the beginning of the year. The clothes were lost in your honor.

Joe: Oooohhh, Daddy's not paying attention. Big trouble.

CHARLIE: I think you overestimate the size of this old man’s heart.

CHARLIE: All mine, huh?

Dressed in the sweater Joe bought him and his own gifts in hand, bare feet padded against the floor as he headed towards the younger’s suite. His weren’t as delicately wrapped as Joe’s had been. The lady in the store offered, but for some stupid reason, he’d refused. He thought wrapping it himself might add a more personal touch, but three hours later and a piece of sellotape still, unbeknownst to him, stuck in his hair, he was regretting that decision. The Northerner could only hope what was underneath would make up for the shoddy work. ‘Knock, knock.’ Voice announced his arrival, heading in without an invite and leaning down to steal a kiss from Joe. ‘Happy Valentine’s Day.’ Presents were sheepishly handed over, nose wrinkling slightly. Like Charlie said, it had been a long time since he did this. He was still rusty. ‘They got nothin’ on what you bought me, but, uh. I hope they’re alright.’ 

‘I used to think sharing was caring, until I came here.          Now I’d do just about anything to have one night in a bed to myself. No offence. It’s nothin’ personal. I’m just.. running outta ways to apologise for accidental spoons.’ 

Joe: Charm is good. I'll take it. You rub those after all.

Joe: For good luck.

Joe: You should come read this part to me, I can't find my glasses.

CHARLIE: I always need a bit of extra luck.

CHARLIE: Or maybe I just always need a bit of you.

CHARLIE: Either way, it works.

Joe: So what you're saying is it's working. 😘

“I mean, maybe not your name. But look at you. You just don’t look like the person who would be a couch potato” 

‘That’s.. a fair observation. I tend to avoid lounging about as much as possible. Nothing against it, I just get restless.’