Imagine getting together with Chris. (Part B)
A/N: Part 5B. I couldn’t stop smiling while writing this, hope it’s the same for y'all when you read it. The epilogue is next, then I back to one shots for a while. (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B/Part 5A)
It was a dream come true for Chris to roll over and find you asleep next to him. He was so sure about you and the future he wanted to have with you that he woke, smiling at what transpired a few hours ago. This was a first for him; he’d never woken next to his previous girlfriends and lovers feeling so at peace with himself. He always had doubt and he was always feeling insecure about the longevity of the relationship. He found himself asking the questions: “Is this going to be another on again and off again relationship?” and “Can I be happy for the rest of my life with her?” So far, he’d never been able to say “no” to the first, and “yes” to the second. That was, of course, until you came along; with you, he could easily and swiftly answer both questions to satisfaction.
“I’m the luckiest man on the planet,” he whispered to himself as he gently brushed your hair out of your face. You stirred under his touch, but remained asleep. He smiled as he pulled his hand back, tucking it under his head as he watched you sleep. You were so beautiful and he could’ve done this for the rest of his life. “Thank you for her.” He glanced up at the ceiling and whispered, giving a two finger salute to the omnipotent force that brought the two of you together.
He could’ve and very much so wanted to stay and watch you sleep, but he figured it was better if he went and made breakfast so you could wake up to food. There was no doubt that the two of you needed some after all that energy you burned during your bedroom activities, though it did not just stop at the bedroom. Chris blushed, just thinking about it. He couldn’t tell from looking at you- no one could; you had the ‘good-girl-perfect-student-favorite-child’ kind of vibe going on. But he knew from reading your stories that your conservative nature was just a façade, you were a wild one that knew when and where to be Grace Kelly; the bedroom was not one of those places. You were all kinds of surprising and he planned to spend the rest of his life unveiling each layer of you until he knew you down to your very core.
The weight shifted on the bed and you opened your eyes. You hadn’t been sleeping, you’d actually woke before Chris. You pretended to sleep to see what he would do and say; it was not disappointing at all. You bit back your smile, admiring him from the back as he sat on the edge of the bed. He ran a hand through his messy hair- your doing, of course- then glanced back at you. You could’ve said good morning, but instead you pretended to be asleep again. Man, you were awkward. It wasn’t until you felt the weight shift on the bed that you spoke, drawing a wide smile from Chris’ handsome face as he turned back to you.
“Running out on me, Captain?”
“Oh darling, I wouldn’t dream of it,” he winked.
You chuckled as you sat up, holding the sheet against you. He smiled and walked over to your side of his bed and sat down by your feet, licking his lips. Neither of you knew what to say, but you couldn’t stop smiling. You finally laughed, covering your blushing face with one hand which made him laugh. You were adorable to him, increasingly so. He reached for you wrist and gently pulled your hand away from your face, resting it on the bed. He smiled at you as he joined his fingers with yours; you smiled back and gave his hand a light squeeze.
“I am really happy right now,” he told you.
“Me too,” you nodded.
“You’re quite the firecracker, Miss Y/L/N,” he teased you and you laughed, pulling your hand from his and throwing yourself back in the bed to bury your face in your pillow. “Oh c'mon, baby,” he chuckled, a hand on your back. “It’s a compliment.”
“I know,” you turned your head slightly, biting your lower lip. Your hair cascaded around you, framing your pretty face. “It’s just weird,” you giggled and he raised a brow, prompting an explanation. “You’re my celebrity crush,” you told him and he nodded, chuckling. “Like- I spent a lot of my time writing fan fiction about you.”
“Incredible fan fiction,” his hand absentmindedly, but soothingly, ran up and down your back. You smiled, sitting up again. “Why’s it weird?” He quizzed, fingers gently tucking your hair behind your ear as he brushed your cheek with your thumb. “Did last night not live up to your imagination?”
“My imagination couldn’t have lived up to last night,” you giggled and he chuckled; his cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling. “No, I mean- it’s weird because this is like a dream come true for me. I’m like a nobody,” you said and he pursed his lips at you; he hated it when you said that because you were everything to him. “Who gets to date their celebrity crush?”
“You,” he answered, “and me when you become a famous, Oscar winning screen writer.” You smiled and reached for his face, brushing his cheek with your thumb. “And can you not call yourself a nobody anymore? You know I hate it when you do that,” he reminded you and you nodded with pursed lips.
“Just out of curiosity,” you began and his facials waited, “what happens to my Tumblr now?”
“Uh- What do you mean ‘what happens to my Tumblr now?’” He asked with narrowed eyes.
“We’re like dating now, right?” You asked and he nodded. “So what does that mean for my writing? Surely you don’t want me to write about-” you gestured between the two of you, “this anymore. I mean- before that, we were friends so it wasn’t really…Y'know, personal. But now-” you cut yourself off, wiggling your mouth. He wasn’t really showing any facial expressions that could tell you what he was thinking. “Is it different?”
He thought about it for a while, then chuckled and answered, smiling. “It is,” he nodded. “But we’re the only thing that’s going to be different.” He told you and you frowned in confusion. “I don’t want you to give up writing about us. Well-” he corrected himself, chuckling, “the reader and Chris.” You laughed softly. “That’s how we found each other, it’d be disrespectful to toss it aside. As long as we have ground rules, it should be fine.”
“Trust me,” you cupped his face in your hands, “I’m going to be incredibly selfish with the details I find out about you.” He chuckled, placing his hands over yours. “Thank you for letting me continue. As perfect as my life is right now, I still like to run off into my writing.”
“I know,” he smiled and turned his head to kiss your palm. “So do I,” he winked and you chuckled. “Anyway,” he began and you dropped your hands as he pulled his away. “Shall we go make some breakfast?” He got to his feet and walked over to his wardrobe to get one of his dress shirts for you to wear. “There’s a food fight story you wrote that I’d love to act out.” He tossed you the shirt and you caught it, slipping it over your body.
“Of course you would,” you laughed and took the hand he was holding out. “Is that what we’re going to do now?” You quizzed as he pulled you to your feet. “Act out every story I’ve ever written?” He shrugged, smiling. “Didn’t you say you love me as me now, and not the me in my stories?”
“I did and I do,” he nodded. “But you gotta cut me some slack, I mean- you wrote us pretty similarly to who we are right now. Real life Chris wants a food fight as much as Fan fic Chris.” You threw your head back, laughing, and he wrapped his arms around your waist. “But does any of that matter?” He smiled when you wrapped your arms around his neck. “We love each other, don’t we?” He asked and you nodded. “Now that’s what’s important.”
“Of course it is,” he chuckled and pecked your forehead. “Now let’s go make breakfast, have a food fight, and discuss our upcoming trip to Boston.” You smiled when you remembered that offer was in the letter he wrote you. “Do you think you could take a week off school, or am I asking a little too much of a new girlfriend?”
“We’ve lived a thousand lives together,” you reminded him and he chuckled. “I think I can manage.”
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