Imagine making up with Chris. (Part B)
A/N: Part 5B 😊 Isn’t it good to see a smiling Chris gif again? Ah, it’s good to be back with the sunshine and rainbows. You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A’)
“Y/N,” you heard your name over the PA and looked up from your air ticket. “Paging Y/N Y/L/N, please make your way to ‘Gate 43’. This is your final call, 'Delta 1554’ to Atlanta, Georgia will be leaving momentarily. Please make your way to 'Gate 43’ immediately, thank you.”
It was your final call- your final chance to get on the plane to go see Chris and apologize, so why were you still stuck frozen to the plastic seat? You should’ve been jumping up, rushing to the gate so you could go to the love of your life and make things right. But no, you were doing the opposite and you didn’t know why. Well, at least you thought you didn’t. You had the answer to your question, just once again too afraid to admit it. You used excuses instead, convincing yourself it was school and work preventing you from getting on that plane. “You have responsibilities, Y/N,” you’d say to yourself, knowing very well your responsibility to Chris was much more important.
Another fifteen minutes passed, and like the voice from the PA promised, your flight left without you. You stuffed your ticket into your pocket and rose to your feet, enfolding your trench coat around your body as you tied the belt tight around your waist. With your clutch under your arm and your hands in your silk pockets, you made your way to the exit. It was 12:48AM; you’d been sitting at the airport for almost six hours and it was starting to look weird. You thought about going home, but you knew Ava would want to talk to you about the events that had transpired earlier than night; a talk you weren’t ready for. You could’ve gone to your parents’ place, but they were definitely going to question you; the same problem would arise if you went to your older brother’s apartment. All you wanted right now was to be alone, to sit and cry alone. A place you knew you could do that was Chris’ place, so you got into a cab and headed to the last place anyone expected you to go to.
“Y/N,” Chris called out to you and you turned.
You swore you thought you were dreaming when you saw him, you had to pinch yourself because there was no way he’d risk his job to come see your irrational and stupid ass. You pulled your ice cold hands out of your pockets, the air ticket you didn’t use still glued to your right hand. Chris started to make his way over to you with hesitant and careful steps, afraid you were an illusion that would disappear if he got too close. It was insane, the two of you were living out a freaking Hollywood movie. You felt your lips part as words tried to force their way out of your throat; an apology, but you were speechless. All you could do was let him hug you and you hug him in return. A gush of relief flooded your body and you started to cry, grabbing fistfuls of his coat.
“I am so, so sorry,” you both said simultaneously; the hold you had on each other tightening.
You felt him take a deep breath and realized he was breathing you in, reminding himself of the scent he’d been missing for the past two months. He didn’t realize how badly he’d missed you until he had you in his arms; thoughts were even had about quitting his job and retiring so he could be with you. That was how sure he was about you, and how in-love he was with you. You would’ve never let him because not only did you know his career was incredibly important to him, you had faith he was going to be a big Hollywood legend. That was how sure you were about him, and how in-love you were with him. Miscommunication and dishonesty aside, the two of you were perfect for each other.
“I am such a fucking idiot,” you choked out and Chris chuckled with limited humor, disagreeing with you with a shake of his head. “No, I am,” you wanted to pull away to look him in the eyes, but you couldn’t. His arms were so warm and comforting, so full of love and relief; you’d missed those arms. “I should’ve talked to you- I should’ve…” You trailed off because should’ve, would’ve, could’ve. “I’m sorry, Chris.”
“Hey, stop.” He gently pushed you away by the shoulders and cupped your face in his hands, working his thumbs to brush the tears from your face. It was a mess with your makeup running, but you still looked beautiful to him. “I’m sorry, okay? I said some stupid and hurtful things and- I love you,” he asserted and you smiled. “I love you so much, Y/N. So damn much,” he emphasized as tears started to well in his eyes.
“I wanted to fly to you,” you told him, showing him the ticket that had crumpled in your hand. He chuckled as he took it from you, examining the date. “I bought the ticket and I sat in the airport, but I couldn’t bring myself to get on the plane. I was too afraid you’d turn me away,” you admitted in sheepish voice when his facials prompted an explanation from you. “I got all dressed up for nothing,” you managed a light laugh and Chris smiled, kissing your forehead. “I figured you’d hate me less if I showed up in your favorite dress.”
“Baby,” he chuckled softly as he hands dropped to your waist, pulling your body flush against yours. “I could never, ever hate you.” One hand caressed your face as he dipped his head, kissing your lips tenderly. Your arms snaked around his lower back and you smiled against his lips; lips you thought you’d never get to kiss again. “You are the love of my life,” he whispered when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.
“And you are the love of mine,” you whispered back. “I am so sorry, Chris,” you told him again and he chuckled, rubbing small circles into your cheek and hipbone. “I am never, ever going to do anything so fucking stupid again. I’m never going to keep anything from you ever again. I’m going to talk so much, you’re going to want me to sew my mouth shut.” He laughed, pecking your lips again. “I love you,” you chuckled softly.
“I’ve missed you,” he smiled with eyes filled with adoration. “The past five days have been utter hell, sweetheart.” You chuckled and nodded in agreement. “I have so much to tell you that- we’re not going to get to do anything naughty before I have to head back to Atlanta.” You laughed and he smiled; he’d missed that too. “And believe me, naughty things are all I want to do right now. You know what this dress does to me,” he winked and you bit back your smile. “Honestly,” he chuckled and pulled you back in for a tight hug, “it’s just good to see your face.”
“Likewise, Captain,” you hugged him tightly too, closing your eyes and breathing him in. “Likewise.”
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Epilogue (I can’t wait for y’all to read the epilogue. I think this epilogue consist of my favorite moment between them so far.)