The sun was pouring through the windows of your shared apartment as you and Chappell lounged on the couch. You had no particular plans for the day—just a lazy morning of coffee, blankets, and bad reality TV. She sat cross-legged beside you, her messy ponytail hanging over her shoulder, scrolling through her phone while occasionally humming one of her songs under her breath.
You were scrolling through your own camera roll, trying to find an old photo to show her.
"Oh my god, look at this!" you exclaimed, turning your phone screen toward her.
Chappell leaned over, squinting at the photo. "What am I looking at here? You in a bucket hat?" she teased, grinning.
"It was 2018, okay? We don't talk about the hat," you said, laughing.
She grabbed your phone, swiping through a few more pictures, giggling at each one. "You're adorable," she said, her voice soft.
But then she froze, her eyes narrowing as she stopped on a particular photo. "Wait, hold up," she said, holding the phone closer to her face.
You looked over her shoulder, confused. "What?"
"This is...this is me," she said, pointing to a blurry stage in the background of the photo. Sure enough, there she was (Y/N would call it fetus Chappell) in regular clothing, no dyed hair, no extreme makeup, just Chappell in her 'School Nights' EP era, even in the grainy quality of the picture, you could still tell it was her.
Your heart dropped. "Oh...uh...yeah," you mumbled, scratching the back of your neck.
She turned to you, her eyebrows raised. "You were at one of my concerts?"
"Okay, yes, but it's not what you think," you said quickly, trying to snatch your phone back. She held it out of reach, her curiosity piqued.
"Not what I think? Were you a fan and just didn't want to admit it?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "No! I mean, not really. My friend dragged me to it because she's obsessed with you. I didn't even know who you were at the time!"
Chappell gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. "You didn't know who I was? I'm offended."
You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. "I wasn't really into indie "witchy" music back then, okay? I was more of an emo phase kind of girl."
She smirked, leaning in closer. "And yet, here you are, dating me. Funny how life works, huh?"
You laughed, feeling the tension ease. "Okay, fine. I might have started listening to your music a little after the concert. But only because my friend wouldn't stop playing it!"
Chappell grinned, clearly enjoying this revelation. "So you're saying I converted you?"
"Don't get cocky," you warned, poking her side. "You were good, though. I remember thinking your stage presence was insane. And your voice..." You trailed off, suddenly feeling shy.
"My voice what?" she pressed, her tone playful but her expression softening.
"Your voice was...amazing," you admitted quietly. "But I didn't think much of it at the time! I swear!"
Chappell's smile grew, and she set your phone down, pulling you into her lap. "You're so cute when you're flustered," she said, kissing your temple.
"I'm not flustered," you grumbled, though your cheeks were burning.
"So," she began, her voice taking on a mischievous tone, "did you take more pictures of me at the concert? Were you secretly fangirling?"
"Oh my god, no," you said, laughing as you shoved her lightly. "It was one photo, and I didn't even take it—my friend did!"
