Celebrity Interracial Imagines

Chris Brown x Reader

Question: Who would want to see more Chris Brown ones?
                
   Y/N'S POV

  Something had been going on with Chris lately. He barely came home and when he did come home, it was well into the morning. I tried to think of everything I could for the cause of his change in mood, yet nothing came to mind. I called my best friend for advice on Chris.

  When she answered, she said,"Ready to hand him over to me?"

  I sighed and said,"Girl, not today, okay? I need your wonderful advice. Chris has not been coming home for the past couple of days. He talks to me, but I feel like I did something wrong."

  She chuckled and said,"Of course you did something wrong. You are not as cute as I am. Chris is realizing that."

  Normally, I would be patient with Aniyah, but my worry was getting the best of me.

  I said in an irritated tone,"Ani, please stop. I'm serious. Something is going on with my man and I would like to figure out what it is so if you could help me that would be nice."

  She said,"Well, okay, Mrs. L/N. I don't think it's you, babe. He may just be overwhelmed with his career or even himself. I think sitting around and waiting for him is the last thing you need to be doing. I say you go to that studio and sit him down. Go ahead and thank me."

  I replied,"Thank you. I have to hang up now. Bad reception."

  I hung up the phone and chuckled, before I got dressed. I drove to the studio and Chris was recording my favorite song. I sung along with him and danced. As I danced, his eyes caught my own and he sent me a smile. Did he just smile at me? I recovered from my shock and smiled back at him.

  When he was done, that same look that worried me returned on his face.

  He went to leave, but I grabbed his jacket sleeve and said,"Baby, we need to talk."

  He kissed my hand and argued,"Baby girl, I can't. I really gotta..go outside."

  I crossed my arms and said,"Uh huh. You can "go outside" after we talk. Sit down, Chris. This is not something we are going to argue about. SIT DOWN."

  The others left out and Chris sat down. I sat down in his lap and he shifted a little.

  I looked down at him and asked him,"What's going on with you? You having a change of heart about me?"

  He took my hand and said,"No, baby, that's not it. The reason I haven't come home that much is because I love you."

  I looked at him confused and he continued saying,"Let me finish. Please. You don't understand how much it is killing me to remember what I did and how much it is brought up. I know it was wrong, but that is why I realized I am not the one you want, Y/N. You need someone who-"

   I slapped him and covered his mouth to keep him from finishing that sentence.

  I said,"You take that back when I take my hand off your mouth. Chris, we all make mistakes. Some worse than others, but you need to realize I am not the rest of the world. I am not thinking about what happened when I am with you. I am thinking about how sweet, funny, and protective you are over me. I love every single minute of it and I miss you. I know you, and I want you to continue to be in my life. We are in this together. Nothing will change my perception of you. I love you so much and stop carrying the weight of the world of your shoulders. I am here to help you."

  A couple of tears fell down his face and he hugged me. I hugged him back and he kept repeating that he loved me. I just said it back to him, before he finally pulled away from the hug.

  He did a little dance, and I giggled saying,"Now, what can I do to cheer you up, handsome?"

  He said,"Dance with me?"

  As he began to sing again, he pulled both of us back up and danced with me. We probably looked crazy but if this was going to help him smile, then I was all for it.

     2 WEEKS LATER

  Chris had been doing better, and we were on the way to go see a movie. We decided to walk and a couple of girls ran up to Chris. Chris looked at me, and I motioned for him to make those girls cry (in a good way..). He was patient with one girl who had a speech impediment. I smiled at his caring nature that I loved and stood back.
  The look on her face when he took a picture with her was something no one could forget. Chris gave the girls tickets to his next concert, and they went crazy. They rushed down the sidewalk screaming, and Chris laughed, wrapping an arm around my waist.

  He looked down at me and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and opened them to see him smiling at me lovingly.

  I gave him a kiss and said,"Come on, we don't want to be late."

  He nodded and asked me,"What movie are we even seeing?"

  I said,"Night School. Do you have a problem with that?"

  I sent him a playful look and he shook his head saying,"No, ma'am. You're in charge of the plans. Lead the way, baby girl."

  I took his hand back and led him to go see the movie. Chris hated when I pulled on him, but he knew he liked it when I told him what to do. I would put him in his place if he crossed me.