if only. (chris sturniolo)

part four - hangover

we were on the car ride home, with all three of the boys in the back. i had to stop twice already because matt and chris needed to throw up. eventually we got home and i lead the boys to their rooms. nick and matt were easy, but chris' room was upstairs. i helped him up the stairs and into his room, shutting the door behind us. i handed him some shorts and a tee and told him to go change, and he did. i changed into some of his sweats and one of his hoodies, and took off my makeup. by the time i was done. i had been taking my hair down when chris came out of the bathroom. he came behind me and rested his head on my shoulder, hugging me. i turned and kissed his head giggling, and stood up. he followed me to the bed and we both laid down. he immediately wrapped his arm around my waist and snuggled his head on my chest. i wrapped my arms around him tightly. after a few minutes i began to scratch his scalp softly, causing him to groan.
"i love it when you do that. it's cute" he said in a sleepy voice. my face got red and i smiled, kissing his head. i soon heard light snores coming from him.

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i woke up to chris jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom. i heard him throwing up and sighed, getting out of bed and rushing to the bathroom to comfort him. i rubbed his back, and clipped his hair back with a hair clip. once he finished, he leaned against the wall and sighed, holding his head.
"my head is pounding." he said. i stood up and grabbed him some ibuprofen, and a glass of water. i came back and handed it to him, and he took it.
"thank you" he said, and i nodded.
"do you need something to eat?" i asked, moving a strand of hair that had fallen out of the clip away from his eyes. he shook his head.
"i just wanna rest" he said, looking down.
"here, lay down and i'll be right back, im gonna check on nick and matt, okay?" i said, standing up and putting my hand out, helping him up.
"alright" he said, walking to the bed and laying underneath the covers. i exited his room and walked downstairs and knocked on nicks door.
"come in" i heard from the other side. i walked in and saw nick laying in bed cuddling his blanket, and matt on the floor shivering with no blanket and one pillow. matt was sleeping still.
"why's matt here? and why doesn't he have a blanket nick!" i said, grabbing an extra blanket out of nicks closet and placing it over matt. nick shrugged.
"he didn't ask for one" he said, and i sighed. i handed him some ibuprofen and water, and placed some by matt for when he wakes up.
"thanks." nick said, taking it.
"do you need anything to eat?" i asked, and he shook his head.
"alright, call my name if you need anything" i said, before exiting his room. i walked back upstairs to chris' room and walked inside. i saw him cuddling up to his pillow sleeping.
oh how i wish to be that pillow.
i snapped out of it and laid down, and he must've woken up to the movement, because he moved the pillow and snaked his arm around my waste, digging his head into the crook of my neck. i wrapped my arms around him and began softly playing with his hair, scratching his scalp.
wish granted.
i kissed his head, and felt him smile. i heard snores, so i built up the courage to say something.
"i think i'm in love with you."
little did i know, he wasn't asleep. and this would change everything.

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