Unexpected || c.r.

chapter eighteen

Izzys pov

I open my eyes and I look at my surroundings. it takes me a second to realize that I'm in Chandlers room. I guess we fell asleep while we were laying in his bed. we're still in the same position and he has his arms loosely around me. I look up at him and smile. his long eyelashes, his freckles, his messy hair, his lips...all so perfect. I lay my head on his chest again and the movement of his chest going up and down relaxes me. I can hear his heartbeat and his slow breathes are so calming. I close my eyes again when my phone rings. I jump and Chandler does too. he sits up quickly and rubs his eyes.

"what happened? are you ok?" he asks frantically and looks at me.

"yes Chandler I'm fine. my phone just went off" I chuckle and grab my phone off the bedside table. it was some random person that was probably a wrong number. I put it back and scoot closer to Chandler again. he's sitting up with one hand to his chest and he's staring at the sheets.

"babe" I say calmly. he doesn't say anything and just looks at me.

"everything ok?" I ask and move his hand from his chest and hold it. he swallows hard and nods slightly.

"you sure? you don't seem ok" I assure. what's wrong with him? I don't want to bug him about it but I don't want him to be upset.

he looks at our hands and shakes his head "no. I'm not" he says quietly.

"did my phone scare ya too much?" I ask and laugh a little. he keeps looking at our hands and stays quiet.

"Chan talk to me. what's wrong?" I ask starting to get worried.

"the phone kind of made me jump awake. but it was uh something else too" he admits.

"well what was it?" I ask and run my thumb over his knuckles.

he shrugs and shakes his head "it's stupid"

I tilt his chin up a bit so he looks at me "talk to me. please. I want to help you. something is obviously bothering you and I want to know what it is so we can prevent it" I say sternly and turn my body so I'm facing him.

he sighs "I just had a bad dream. ok?" he says resting his other hand on my thigh.

"what was it about?"

"nothing."

"Chandler."

"it was about you" he says quickly. me? why me?

"me? w-what about me?" I stutter.

he looks down again "I just had a dream that you got hurt and it was bad and I couldn't do anything about it" he says quietly. oh.

I sigh "babe look at me" I say squeezing his hand a little. he looks up at me and I immediately get lost in his bright blue eyes.

I brush his hair aside "I won't make you tell me anymore if you don't want to" I say cupping his face in my other hand.

"I don't want to say anymore" he sighs and bites his lip.

I nod "that's ok. I won't make you. but just know that I'm alright. if I'm not or if I ever wasn't, I would tell you. I don't want you worrying about me like this"

he nods and closes his eyes. I kiss his forehead and lay down again. "Chan come here" I say and he lays down. he rests his head on my stomach and I play with his hair.