𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

enemies to lovers - chris

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summary!
in which you think chris has hated you since you've known the triplets, when in reality he has feelings for you, not knowing you've had feelings for him since forever.

y/n's pov
i have known the triplets forever. i was best friends with them, besides chris. he hates me for some reason that i have no idea about, and has hated me for years now. i can never get him to talk to me, and if he does talk to me, it's some smart ass comments he likes to make towards me. i was currently driving to the triplets house right now. nick had invited me over to have a movie night with them, so we'll see how that goes.

i had just pulled into their driveway, and made my way inside. nick and matt always told me i didn't have to knock and i could just come in, so that's what i did, i walked right in and went upstairs to be met with them all on the couch. "why the fuck is she here?" chris groaned as soon as he saw me. "don't be so excited to see me, chris," i said. "fuck you," he replied. "she's here for our movie night, chris," nick said as i walked over, sitting next to nick.

"OUR movie night, as in us 3, not her," chris complained. "chris she's our friend, knock it off," matt said. "whatever bro," he said, rolling his eyes and going to grab a pepsi, and coming back and sitting down. "what do you wanna watch y/n?" nick asked. "doesn't matter, you guys can pick," i shrugged. they picked a movie and it started, and i got comfortable, laying my head on nicks shoulder. eventually it ended, and then we all started talking again. "that was a good movie, i haven't seen it before," i said.

"no one cares," chris rolled his eyes. "chris what is up with you tonight?" matt asked him. "nothing." chris said, getting up and going to his room. "i'll go talk to him," nick said. "no, let me. obviously there's something wrong between us," i said, getting up. nick nodded, and i got up, making my way to chris' room. i stood there for a minute, debating on if i should even be doing this. i hesitated for a minute, but i knocked on his door. "what." i heard him say.

i walked in, and when he saw me, he rolled his eyes. "goodbye," he said. "chris, we have to talk." i said to him. "talk about what? i don't wanna talk to you, get out," he said. "chris-" "get our y/n!" he cut me off "please, 5 minutes," i said. "fine. what's so fucking important y/n?" he asked. "why do you hate me?" i asked, and his whole body visibly tensed up. "what do you mean?" he asked. "clearly there's something wrong between us to make you hate me, and i wanna know what it is so i can fix it." i said.

"i don't hate you y/n." he said. "then why do you do that? why do you talk to me like that and treat me like that? what did i do to you chris? like seriously, i have no idea what i could've done for you to not be my friend anymore." i said. he sighed, looking at the ground, before looking at me. "just because i don't want to be," he said. damn it, i thought i almost got him to crack. "but why, chris? there has to be a reason," i replied. "there's not," he said. "get out," he added on. "no, chris, not until you tell me." i said.

"there's no fucking reason!" he yelled. "then why are you acting like this?" i yelled back. "because i fucking love you, okay?" he yelled, before getting off of his bed, walking into his bathroom, leaving me standing there, confused. "what..?" i said, just above a whisper. after about 5 minutes, he walked back out and saw me still standing there. "happy now?" he asked. "what do you mean you love me?" i whispered. "i love you, y/n. i thought if i acted the way i did it would make me lose feelings and distract me from them, but it didn't."

"why didn't you just tell me?" i asked. "because i couldn't lose you as a friend.." he said. "chris, you wouldn't of. i've had feelings for you since like sophomore year of high school!" i told him. "you did?" he looked at me. "i did, and i still do," i said softly. he walked over to me, and looked at me. "you do?" he asked, and i nodded. "mhm." he looked at me, before running his hands through his hair. "fuck, i fucked up. i'm such an idiot," he started pacing back and forth in his room.

"chris," i tried to get his attention but he just kept pacing. "i made you think i hate you when in reality, i fucking love you so much," he rambled. "chris!" i yelled and he looked up at me. "just come over here and kiss me already," i said, and immediately he walked over, wrapping his arms around my waist, placing his lips onto mine. i wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. the kiss lasted a couple minutes, before we finally pulled away, and he looked at me. "i'm sorry i made you think i hated you, never in a million years could i ever hate you," he whispered.

"it's okay, i have you here with me right now, that's what matters," i told him. "i really love you, y/n. and i wanna be with you, i just.. i'm not good with words, but i know you are the girl i wanna have a future with, and even if you don't feel the same i just want you to-" i cut him off by kissing him again, and he kissed me back. "i feel the same way about you," i told him. "really?" he whispered, and i nodded. "will you be my girlfriend?" he asked. "i want nothing more than to be with you," i smiled, nodding, and he kissed me once again.