sturniolo/nate imagines 2

move-Chris

Y/N POV

I heard my door open and frowned as I saw Chris. He's crying.
"Baby, what's wrong." I asked.
"I need boobie time." He layed in between my legs and pulled up my shirt, laying his head down. Chris likes boobie time when he's sad, cause as he puts it, 'who can be sad with boobs in their face.'
"What happened?" I asked, playing with his hair.
"I don't know, everything's just a lot right now." He sighed.
"And all that really helps is you. But I barely have any time to be with you, so even when I have a free second, I just spend it thinking about you." He continued.
"That's very cute, but very sad." I said, tilting his head up to look at me.
"How do I help?" I asked, caressing his face.
"Never leave me." He said. "Please," my heart broke at how sad he sounded.
"I'm never leaving you." I said firmly.
"I really wanna see you more." He said, putting his head back down.
"I could come to your place before you get home?" I offered.
"Every day?"
"You live closer to my work than I do." I shrugged.
"You'd do that?" He asked with a smile.
"If it'll make you happy." He nodded eagerly.
"I get to come home to my beautiful girlfriend waiting for me every day. How could I be sad?" He said excitedly.

(Time skip)

I'm almost always at Chris's house. I love being around him so much.
"Y/N," he said, coming into his room.
"Hello," I smiled. He kissed me them layed next to me.
"Nick just said something really smart." He said, sounding kind of nervous.
"What?" I questioned.
"Why don't you move in?" He said. My eyes widened.
"Move in?" I said in disbelief.
"You're always here anyway. You only go home to get stuff. What if all your stuff is already here?" He looked hopeful.
"Chris, I can't afford to live in this place." I shook my head.
"You don't have to pay." He shrugged.
"What? I'm just gonna live here for free?" I questioned.
"Ya," he said like it was no big deal.
"I can't do that."
"Why not?" He sounded sad.
"That's not fair. You can't just let me live here for free."
"Why? You pay for your place and are barely ever there. You don't need to pay for that anymore. And we get to be together even more." He tried to convince me.
"I'm not living here for free."
"Y/N, please. It's fine. It's no difference to any of us. We have money."
"I have money. And I'm not gonna use yours like that."
"Come on. Please. I want you here. It's not using my money. It's just making me happy."
"Chris, I'm sorry. But I can't do that."

(Time skip)

I looked everywhere for my favorite cup. Where is it? Did I take it to Chris's? I've been missing a lot of things lately. Like some clothes, dishes, blankets, pens. Some of them I find at Chris's. But I don't remember taking them there. Why would I take my dishes? I swear I didn't. But yet they're there. I went to my bookshelf to put some books back and pick new ones to bring to Chris's.
What the fuck?
My 2 bottom shelves are empty? Where did the books go? I swear I didn't bring them over. I'm not going crazy.

As I got to Chris's house I imedietly went to the kitchen looking in the cubords. There it is. I did not bring this here. Where's my other stuff? I went to his room and started looking around, I gasped as I opened a drawer under his bed. This is all my shit! I opened the next drawer, this my stuff. I didn't even realize most of this was missing. All of these drawers are full of my things.
"What the hell?" I said as chris walked in.
"Oh. Uh," he mumbled, not knowing what to say.
"Why the fuck are you stealing my stuff?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"To prove a point." He sighed.
"What?"
"You said you wouldn't move in. But it's ridiculous, I've been stealing your stuff for 3 months, and you didn't notice."
"3 months!"
"Yes. Do you see why it's crazy now? You basically live here anyway. I've been stopping at your place and taking like 3 things every day before I come home. I ran out of things you don't use, so I had to start taking things you do use, which is the only reason you figured it out. You're already half moved in, and you didn't realize. Don't you get it now?"
"That doesn't mean anything." I sighed.
"Y/N, come on. I even took your extra pair of sheets, but you didn't know, cause I don't even remember the last time you slept in your own bed."
"It wasn't that long ago." I mumbled.
"You're always here. You eat here, you sleep here, you shower here, you do your laundry here, you even get groceries." I stayed silent.
"You already use half the closet. Your stuff is everywhere. Your stuffed animals take up half the bed. You bought new sheets for the bed. You have everything you use in the bathroom. And you've gone weeks without going home." He continued.
"What's stopping you from making it official? You already live here. And it's stupid to pay for your place when you basically use it as storage."
"But I can't just live here without contributing." I sighed.
"But we don't need you to."
"It just feels wrong not to. Could i at least pay for something?"
"Y/N. Can you actually think about this? There is no way you are paying anything. You can save up your money. We are perfect without anything from you. We don't need or want it."
"Fine," I gave in.
"Yes! Now you never ever have to leave!" He hugged me tightly.
"I'm still mad at you for stealing my shit though." I said, he shrugged.
"You really gonna live with me." He smiled. I kissed him as he was bursting with excitement.
"Ok," he took a deep breath, calming down.
"But I've had a hard day. I need some boobie time." He layed down and patted the spott next to him.
"No. You're grounded from boobie time for a week. You stole from me." He gasped, placing his hand on his heart.
"You monster."