Don't

21

"Scott this is y/n, she's become a close friend of mine. This is my brother Scott." Chris said as he walked with you toward the kitchen. The other man looked over to you and then back to Chris. You tried not to play with hem of your shirt, suddenly feeling very nervous. This was as awkward as it could get, you weren't supposed to meet any of his family.
"Thank you for watching Hagrid for me." You told him quietly, biting your bottom lip, feeling the rush of hot tears start to well up again.
"Really it wasn't any trouble, I'm sorry to hear that he passed." Scott replies softly, you nodded, taking a deep breath.
"Ready for me to take you back to your car?" Chris asked, you looked over him and nodded.
He grabbed his keys, Scott walking ahead of you leaving before you got in the car. You buckled your seat belt quietly, before taking a deep breath.
"Your brother is suspicious." You finally said flatly, eyes trained forward, a steady heavy thump in your chest.
"He just worries, it's nothing important." Chris replied, backing out of the drive. "If there was anything to worry about, leave that to me, Kay, baby girl?"
You nodded your head as he drove in silence, the quietness of the car was a first. You were lost in thought, you didn't want Chris lying to his family. That seemed like a huge thing, seemed like something that was out his character. You didn't like the way it felt, having him lie to his family.
     "Do you feel guilty lying to your brother ?" You asked, breaking the silence as he pulled into the vets office.
     Chris sighed deeply, putting the car in park. Slowly you turned your head looking at him, his eyes track across your face. You could see he was thinking about your question.
    "How about we go back to your house and I'll make breakfast and we can talk." He stated looking you in the eye. You bit your lip and nodded before getting out of the car.
     You walked over to yours, unlocking and getting in it. Slowly you pulled out of the vets office, snaking your way back towards your house. Anytime any one had said those words to you that had never been good. When you brother died it was let's talk, when cancer claimed your grandfather,we need to talk.
      Everything bad in your life started with those words, and even though parts of you hated the fact you were having sex and getting paid for it, you didn't want this to stop. By the time you pulled up to your place your nerves were eating you alive. You stepped out of your car, and walked up to the door, hearing Chris shut his truck door behind him.
     You unlocked the door to the house, Chris following close behind you. You bit the inside of your cheek trying not to think about the conversation that would probably play out. He walked past you, placing a gentle kiss on your temple as he went straight to the kitchen.
     "Sit." He commanded, pointing toward a chair.
     "Chris.." he cut you off by turning and looking at you, both brows lifted as he point to the chair again.
     "Baby girl, don't argue." He told you, opening the fridge.
     You did as told, sitting on the edge, feeling your chest tighten and your fingers tremble. It's not that you were scared, well maybe he would tell that he made a mistake, it was more the uncertainty. Chris pulled the carton of eggs out, placing them on the counter. Quietly he turned to the cupboard and grabbed the box mix for pancakes out.
     "Chris.." you started.
     "Baby girl, I get that your worried." He said cutting you off as he went to work mixing up the pancake batter. "And I love that your worried about my relationship with my family, cause it shows just exactly who you are."
    He looked up over at you, as he continued to work around the kitchen.
    "However when it comes to my family, let me worry what I tell or don't tell them." He said, not bothering to look at you. "My family don't understand, I could try and explain my anxiety, my feelings, I could even tell Scott what exactly was going on but why?"
    He looked over to you again, you looked down at the floor, beginning to feel a bit like a child that had stepped over the line. You could hear him walk over to you, kneeling down in front of your body. Your body tremble lightly, he placed a hand on your knee.
    "Baby girl, eyes up when we're talking." He said softly, nudging your chin with his knuckles.
    You lifted your eyes, trying not to cry, your emotions all over the place. The mixture of jet lag, Hagrid and now this, it was almost to much. He brows pulled down when he saw the tears in your eyes. Chris pulled you against him, shushing you lightly.
    "Hey, it's okay sweetheart." He whispered, pulling you down into his lap.
     "I'm sorry." You whispered though your tears.
    "There isn't anything to be sorry for." He said lifting your head so he could look in your eyes.
     "I didn't mean.. I didn't mean to come off like that." You took a ragged breath trying to calm yourself down.
      "You didn't, I just don't want you to worry about how or what my family thinks. Their mine, and I'll tell them what I want, okay." He smiled down at you, kissing the top of your forehead.
      "Another don't?" You chuckle softly.
      "Another don't?" He asked, your eyes met his as you climb off his lap. Chris returned back to the kitchen.
     "Yeah, your list of don'ts. Don't sleep around, don't lie, dont sleep together, don't be what I am to you in public, don't worry about your family, don't fall in love. Your don'ts." You smiled, brushing the tears from your face.
    "Didn't realize it was a list." He half chuckled flipping a pancake. "Sounds a lot harsher when you list them that way."
    "They aren't, which you broke one of those rules last night, sir." You told him, he looked over to you and nodded.
    "I know but.. I couldn't bring myself to pull myself out of that bed, not with you hurting." He explained. "It wouldn't of been right. So, there is exceptions to that rule."
    "Alright."
    "Hungry?" He asked, holding up a stack of pancakes.