CNCO English Imagines

We're In Public (c.v.)

     Hi babies! I'm on spring break right now, so I have a little bit of time to write for you all! I hope you enjoy it! <3

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     You sat there, glaring at Chris as he shamelessly flirted with the petite brunette currently sat on his lap. They were practically glued to each other, faces as close as they could be without kissing, but by the end of the night you knew that that small gap would close. Normally you  wouldn't care, wouldn't even think twice about his fuck boy behavior, but tonight of all nights? You couldn't stand it.

     It was his idea to go out. After a long few months of touring, Chris had called you up and told you he was going to be in Miami, and that he wanted to spend time with his best friend. Of course, you jumped at the opportunity. Ever since you had met Chris when you started working at Sony Music Latin two years ago, you had slowly been falling in love with a man you could never have. You would always take any and every chance to be with him.

     Of course, though, he was pulling the same shit he usually does tonight. how could he be so dense and selfish? It was his idea to go out clubbing. He had promised tonight was just about hanging out and catching up with you, getting to dance around together like you used to. But no more than ten minutes into the night he already had some hussy wrapped around his finger.

     Deciding you had had enough, you stood up and made your way to the couch where Chris and the brunette were lounging.

     "Chris," You said, barely managing your anger. "We need to talk,"

     Chris was so caught up in his conversation that he hadn't seen you approach. He looked up, confused. "Right now? Can't it, uh, wait?"

      "Yeah, we're kind of busy," The brunette sneered. "If you have something to say, then say it, doll face,"

     What little restraint you had was suddenly gone. "Okay, fine. You know what? Enjoy your night, Chris. Actually, no, enjoy your life, because I am no longer going to be a part of it. What was all of that crap you gave me about how tonight was going to be about hanging out and catching up? If you honestly think that I am going to sit here and watch you get cozy with some girl whose name you won't even remember in the morning, then you are dead wrong. I am tired of being the only one in this friendship that cares!"

     You hadn't even noticed you were yelling until you paused to catch your breath. Both Chris and the girl were staring at you with wide eyes.

     Snapping out of his daze, Chris gently pushed the girl off his lap before standing up and grabbing your arms lightly. "Y/N, please lower your voice. We're in public," He said, lowering his own voice as if to demonstrate.

     you weren't listening though. All you could see was his beautiful brown eyes, and the way that his lips formed his words delicately when he talked. All you could see was a man you could never, would never, have. And it burned. It burned to know that even as his best friend you would never be enough for him.

     "I-" you stuttered. you had to leave. "Chris, I have to go. I can't be here anymore," you said, pulling your arms from his grip as tears threatened to race down your cheeks.

     It wasn't hard to see the panic that set in his eyes when you backed away from him. He made a grab for you again, but you were determined. Dodging his touch, you turned to rush through the sweaty, pulsing bodies and out the door before you could change your mind.

     "Y/N, amor, please! Lets go somewhere private and talk about this," His words stopped your movement for a split second. You wanted so badly to turn around and rush into his arms when he called you 'amor', a name he rarely used on you. But then that was the point, wasn't it?

     You turned your head to look at him. "I can't," You whispered, barely audible over the pounding bass.  "I can't keep giving you all of me and getting nothing in return, Chris. You always say that I'm important until someone who suits your present needs better comes along. I won't do it any more. I love you, but I have to go,"

      His eyes widened at the three words you hadn't meant to let slip past your lips. "Y-You love me? Y/N-"

     You didn't wait to hear what he would say. He couldn't possibly say anything that would change the way your heart was breaking. Ignoring his shouts, you pushed through the grinding  bodies, running out the door and into the cold night.

     Only after you had flagged down a cab did you let the tears fall. How could you have let that slip? You were certain that you could never see him again, that he would never want to. Who wants to be friends with someone who is hopelessly in love with them?

     Sliding into the backseat, you looked out the window, just in time to see Chris bust through the door and stop, watching as your taxi drove away. And maybe it was the trick of the city lights, but you thought, you could have almost swore, that you saw tears trailing down his cheeks in an act of heartbreak that mirrored your own.

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 Wow! So this was very angsty, but I hope you all liked it! Would anyone want a part 2? Lemme know!

-Paige