Stand By Me ~ Preferences and Imagines

~Chris imagine~

After another rough night at his house, Chris had snuck into your bedroom in the early hours of the morning. Usually he would just be quiet and want to hold you, but tonight was different. You heard the familiar knocking at your window, and immediately knew who it was. You opened your window to see your boyfriend, Chris, with tears streaming down his face, a split lip and a quickly developing black eye. You ushered him inside from the cold weather and sat him on your bed. He sobbed a few times before pulling you into a hug and resting his face in the crook of your neck. You just held him as you felt your pyjamas dampen from his tears. 'He hates me.' He whispered in your neck. 'My dad hates me.' He whispers again. You shook your head, trying to hold back your own tears. 'He doesn't hate you.' You whisper back to him. He pulled away from you, and looked into your eyes. You then see his still- forming black eye and split lip and pull away from him slightly. 'I'm gonna go get some stuff for your eye n lip.' You tell him gently. Chris just nodded and watched you as you walked out of the room. You went into the bathroom to grab some alcohol and a cloth for his lip and quickly made your way to the kitchen to get some ice for his eye. When you had all the stuff you needed, you made your way back into your room where Chris was now lying on your bed. You placed everything on the bed beside Chris and sat beside him. He slowly lifted up so he was seated and turned to face you. 'Thank you.' He said softly to you. You just give him a small smile and reached for the alcohol in between the two of you. 'This'll sting a little.' You tell him as you pour some of the liquid onto the cloth. He just nodded before you softly dabbed his lip. He winced as you continued the clean his lip and hold his face with your other hand. When you pulled back to check your work, his hand came up to hold your hand that was still rested on his face. You looked into Chris' eyes before kissing his forehead, grabbing the ice and pressing it lightly onto his upper cheekbone where the most bruising was forming. 'Thank you Y/N, really.' Chris says, still looking into your eyes. 'It's ok Chris.' You tell him. You then move everything that was on your bed onto your bedside table, and turn to look at Chris who was taking off his shoes. He discarded of his shoes along with his shirt and jeans in a neat pile on your window sill, and slipped under the covers of your bed. You slipped in bed with him, and rested your head on his chest. 'I love you Y/N.' He says after a small silence. A smile makes its way onto your face as its the first time he's said that. 'I love you too Chris.' You reply. With that, he kissed your head and fell asleep to the sound of your slow breathing and you to his heartbeat.