**Chapter 1: The Oops Moment**

Nick and Charlie were in the middle of a heated wrestling match in Nick's room. Charlie was on his back, and Nick was pinning him down, trying to get the upper hand. In a swift move, Nick drew his pillow and pretended to hit Charlie with it. But Charlie suddenly winced in pain, clutching his side. "What's the matter, honey?" Nick asked, concern etched on his face. "Nothing," Charlie said, trying to brush it off, covering his side with his hand. Nick gently lifted Charlie's shirt, revealing a small scratch on his side. "What happened?" Nick asked, his eyes scanning the injury. Charlie looked embarrassed, his face flushing. "I...I can't tell you. It's embarrassing," he said, trying to hide behind his hair. Nick's expression softened. "Come on, you can tell me," he said, his voice gentle. Charlie sighed, looking down at his feet. "I slid down the cement floor while I was playing rugby, and...and because I was in front of your little sister, I yelled...Jesus Merlin of Beard. And of Francis. Zeus in Harold." Nick's eyes widened, and he covered his mouth, trying his best not to laugh. But he couldn't help it. His boyfriend was so adorable when he was embarrassed. "It's not funny," Charlie said, crossing his arms, a grumpy pout on his face. "I know, I know, I know," Nick said, still chuckling. "But, oh man, that's quite a creative outburst." Charlie looked up at Nick, his eyes flashing. "Hey, it was a moment of weakness, okay?" Nick's expression turned tender. "Aww, poor baby, did you get a boo-boo?" he asked, his voice teasing. Charlie's pout deepened. "Do you want me to kiss it better?" Nick asked, a sly grin spreading across his face. Charlie's face softened, and he nodded, still looking grumpy. "Yes." Nick chuckled and patted his lap. "Come here, poor baby." Charlie walked over and sat on Nick's lap, wincing as he moved. "It really hurt," Charlie said, looking up at Nick with a pitiful expression. Nick raised an eyebrow. "Now you're just saying that because you want attention," he teased. Charlie looked up at him, his eyes sparkling. "Can't I use the excuse that I've got an injury?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his voice. Nick laughed and wrapped his arms around Charlie, pulling him close. "I suppose you can," he said, smiling down at Charlie. As Nick examined the scratch, Charlie leaned into his touch, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. He loved moments like these, where he could just be himself, silly and imperfect, and Nick would still love him for it. But little did they know, their quiet moment was about to be disrupted...