𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔬 𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔰 ~ 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰

❥ coma ~ c.s ❥

~Warnings~
Car accident, cursing, sexual tension

If any of the warnings trigger you, please skip the chapter.

Word Count: 3,417

Song Recommendation: Are You With Me by Nilu

Chris suddenly leaps across me in the car and we go flying off the road down into a ditch.
The pain moves throughout my body until it becomes too much and I black out.

~Two Hours Prior~
"That was pitiful, Nicolas! Try again." I joke.
"What do you mean? You have to hit the targets, Y/F/N." He says with a bit of attitude.
"Just hit it as hard as you can." I laugh.
He rolls his eyes playfully and lines up his shot.
Chris and Matt come back over with some food.
"Food." Nick whispers.
"Hit the ball then you can eat." I say, looking at him.
"Fine." He pouts and hits the ball.
I jump up and run over to the screen.
"Holy shit." I gasp as the ball keeps going.
"Now you know to not piss me off." He whispers.
"Oh, I already knew that." I giggle.
He sets the club down and we go back to our sitting area.
I sit next to Chris and he sets his hand in between my knees.
"Having fun?" He smiles.
"Always." I whisper.
I kiss his cheek and grab a fry from the basket.
"It's Matt's turn." Nick says.
Matt stands up and walks over to hit.
He swings and the ball flies.
"You guys come here way too often." I chuckle.
"Shut up." Matt laughs, walking back over.
I lean back as Chris stands up, walks past me and grabs the club.
He lines up and hits.
Damn, he looks good.
I smile as he turns around to look at us.
"That has to be the farthest I've ever hit." He chuckles watching the monitor.
I giggle and look over at Nick.
"Time to put your money where your mouth is." Nick says sarcastically.
"Hey now, I just wanted you to hit it the farthest you could. You are too focused on the targets." I defend as Chris walks back over.
He stops in front of me and puts his hands out, "Come on." He says.
I groan, take his hands and he pulls me up.
"We have to keep in mind I'm not very good at golf, okay?" I say to the boys.
"Just hit the ball." Nick sasses jokingly.
I roll my eyes, walk over and grab the club.
As I'm lining up my shot, Chris walks up behind me, wraps his arms around me grabbing the club and fixing my stance.
"Good grief." I sigh.
"You were fine, I've just always wanted to do this." He whispers in my ear.
"Is that so?" I giggle.
"Mhm." He mumbles.
Before he backs up, he kisses my neck softly and whispers, "Don't mess up."
His hands stay on my waist but he backs up enough so I won't hit him.
I raise the club and swing, hitting the ball.
"Yay, I hit it." I smile.
His arms wrap around my waist fully and he pulls me closer.
"That's my girl." He chuckles.
Nick walks over and takes the club from me.
"Woopdie doo." He says jokingly.
I roll my eyes as Chris and I walk back to sit down.
Once we're sitting, I lean back and Chris follows. I set my head on his shoulder, wrap my arm around his and hold his hand.
"Are you okay?" He whispers.
I look up at him and smile, "I've never been better."
He smiles, leans down and kisses me softly.
We pull away and I set my head back on his shoulder as we continue taking turns.