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prank-Chris

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Y/N POV

Chris gave me a smile as he walked out the door. He'll be home in 2 hours. I kinda miss him already.
I was scrolling on tik tok and saw a girl pranking her boyfriend with a fake hickey. I should do that. I still haven't gotten him back for scaring me yesterday. I screamed and dropped my dr. Pepper. I wasted my last one. So I think this is equal punishment.
I went to nicks room, and he was laying in bed.
"Wanna help me prank chris?" I asked with a smirk. He sprang up with an exited look.
"What's the prank?" He asked as we walked back to me and Chris's room.
"A fake hickey." He looked shocked and happy.
"This is gonna be fun." We went to the bathroom and tried to make it look as real as possible. It took almost an hour, and we restarted many times, but it looks pretty real. I waited for Chris to get home, I really want to see how he reacts.
I heard the door open and tried to act as normal as possible.
"Hey," He said, giving me a kiss.
"Did you have fun?" He nodded, taking off his shoes.
"What'd you do?" He asked, laying next to me.
"Nothing really. I talked to Nick a little." I shrugged. He rested his head on my chest and wrapped his arms around me.
"I made a new friend." He said with a smile.
"She was really hot." My mouth dropped in shock.
"What?" I asked, sitting up and moving him off me.
"Ya, she was smoking." He said, with a smirk.
"Chris what the fuck?" I yelled, standing up. He shrugged calmly.
"What, you can cheat on me, but I can't call another girl hot." He said with an eyebrow raised.
"What are you talking about?" He laughed.
"You have a hickey, and it wasn't from me. So I think I'm gonna go see what she's up to." He said, putting on his shoes and walking out. Tears poured from my eyes as he left. I heard a door slam as I sobbed. I fell to the floor, bringing my knees to my chest.
"What's wrong?" Nick asked, rushing over to me. I tried to explain through my sobs.
After about an hour, Chris walked in.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Nick yelled at him as I continued crying on the floor.
"Wha'd she tell you?" He asked, still calm.
"You told her you were going out to cheat on her!" He yelled, standing in his face.
"Well she did first." He shrugged.
"You actually did it!" Chris's expesion didn't change.
"She didn't cheat on you!"
"Then what's on her neck?" He asked, motioning to me.
"It could literally be anything! A burn, or a bruise! But you just didn't ask once and went out and cheated on her!" He suddenly looked a little scared, realizing he didn't ask.
"What is it?" He asked again.
"It's fucking make up. You dick head." Nick explained, he looked kind of panicked.
"How do you know?" Nick walked over to where I was crying and lifted my chin, showing the makeup smeared by my tears. Pain flashed in his eyes.
"Y/N I didn't, I swear." He said, walking over to me. Nick pushed him back. I sobbed harder.
"No, please." He begged, tears welling in his eyes. Nick shoved him out of the room, shutting the door.

Nick POV

I shut the door as he started crying.
"Chris what the hell were you thinking?" He put his head on his hands.
"I don't know." He cried, shaking his head.
"What do I do? How do I fix it?" He asked desperately, looking at me.
"I don't know if you can fix this." I told him truthfully.
"No! No, I can't lose her!" He sobbed.
"Do you even understand how badly you hurt her?"
"I know I fucked up. But I didn't cheat on her, I promise." I sighed.
"That might be true. But she sat there for an hour thinking you were out fucking some other girl." I explained.
"And you didn't even ask her once. You saw it and imedietly assumed. Half the time she was crying, why doesn't he trust me, why wouldn't he talk to me. You broke her. You thought she cheated, and your imedeite response was to hurt her back." He cried harder.
"B-but I need her. She needs me. I-it can't be over."
"Then do what you should have done in the first place and talk to her. Don't imedietly beg her not to break up with you. Have a real conversation, and talk it out." He nodded, I opened the door and let him in, then went to my room.
I hope they can work it out.

Y/N POV

I was taking deep breaths, trying to calm down. My fingers dug into my palms, drawing blood. I unballed my hands, putting them in my hair. I didn't even realize I was doing it until I looked at my hands in horror, hair in my fingers, sticking to the blood.
I heard the door open and quickly hid my hands. I promised I had stopped. I did for so long. What's wrong with me.
Chris walked in with red eyes. He silently sat next to me. After a while of silence, I spoke.
"Did you?"
"No. I didn't even go anywhere. I just sat in the living room."
"But I heard the door slam." I said, not believing him.
"That was Matt." He said.
"I don't believe you." He looked broken.
"I-I swear, I didn't, please." He said desperately.
"Please believe me. I d-don't know how to prove it to you. " He said, tears flowing again.
I thought for a minute. He pulled out his phone, looking hopeful.
"Look. Look." He said, showing me Matt's story. It was a video of him dancing in the kitchen, I could see Chris in the background sitting on the couch and staring at the wall. It was posted 45 minutes ago.
"I believe you." He sighed out of relief.
"I know I fucked up really bad. But I want to fix it. I shouldn't have assumed, and I shouldn't have hurt you like that." He said, looking into my eyes.
"It's ok."
"Please don't hate me." He said, souning hurt.
"I could never hate you. I just need some time to trust you again." He nodded, standing up.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" He asked, I nodded. I stood up and backed to the bathroom. He stopped me.
"Can I see your hands?" He asked, giving me a pleading look. I sighed, looking at the floor as I slowly pulled them from behind my back. He stayed silent for a while, then pulled me into a hug.
"I'm sorry." He said into my hair.
"It's not your fault." I told him.
Once we pulled away, I went to the bathroom and cleaned up the blood and hair off my hands. Chris stood in the doorway and watched, a frown on his face.
We climbed into bed, cuddling together. He held me tightly, like I would disappear if he didn't.
"I love you." He spoke softly.
"I love you too."