made for eachother | {{Chris Sturniolo x fem oc}} ★

03 | Chapter Three.

Chapter Three, I want you.

TIA HARPER
LOOK AFTER YOU - THE FRAY

When Chris and I had finally finished the mini-episode in the bathroom, I still hadn't told him my dad had died. I didn't want him to worry, or be upset. I went downstairs and Matt was sitting on the couch, and he asked,

'You okay?'. I nodded my head, not wanting to get into it. I turned on the TV and watched Netflix for a few hours.

In those hours, Chris came and sat down on the couch next to me. I could feel his gaze on me every few minutes.

By now, the tears were streaming down my cheeks in earnest. My eyes were becoming heavy, and I just wanted to sleep.

Then, I heard the sound of footsteps rushing down the stairs. It was Nick and Matt. They stood in front of me and asked,

"Where do you want to sleep?".

I glanced around in exhaustion, and merely shrugged my shoulders. Then suddenly, Chris reached out his hand and said, 'You can sleep in my room if you want'.

His gesture made my heart flutter. I felt a definitive warmth spreading throughout my body. I nodded, and impulsively took Chris's hand.

Holy shit, I was holding hands with my crush of 5 years for the first time.

He slowly pulled me up from the sofa seeing my exhaustion, this was our first interaction in a few hours and it might be the perfect time to tell him why I'm upset.

"Goodnight, sleep well. Love ya lots T" Nick says as I look back and smile at him whilst saying goodnight back to him and Matt.

When we got to Chris's room he let go of my hand and jumped onto his bed to sit down.

I scanned the room being indecisive and having second thoughts of whether I should do this or not. I feel bad.

"Are you sure? Honestly I'll sleep on the couch tonight, it's not a problem" I say.

"No, now come on. It's fine, really" He says signalling for me to sit next to him.

Chris' bedroom was filled with a gentle light, creating an atmosphere of coziness. The walls were painted with warm colors and decorated with pictures of his family and friends, and it was a place of peace.

But rather than taking a seat on Chris' bed, I slumped down onto the floor next to it and fought back the urge to sob about my dad's death.

That was when I realized how much I loved and wanted Chris. I could feel his gaze on me as I sat there, dejected. He noticed my pain before I could even say a word.

I felt him reach over the side of his bed, and soon his nose was pressing against my forehead as he interlocked our hands and started a little dance, an instantaneous feeling of comfort washing over me as I looked up into his eyes.

'Talk to me, please. What happened?' He said.

His voice gentle and sincere. I was too distracted by his eyes to comprehend his words, but I managed to stammer

'It doesn't matter, it's okay".

I smiled at him, and he smiled back. I rose from the floor with his grip being intertwined with my fingers, feeling comforted and I stood there as he said,

"You've been in those all day, wanna change your clothes?" He said opening his closet and looking at me who was in a shorts and a crewneck.

'Yes please." I said as I walked over to him.