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38. stay with me

**the typos are unreal so bear with me

SOMEBODY I LOVE FOLLOWED ME AND IM TRYING TO STAY COMPOSED

A/N: some people started a full blown argument over the larry thing in the comments like damn guys don't do that everybody has their opinionS DAMN NOBODY THINKS ALIKE GUYS (i deleted the argument though cause like bruuuhhhhh)

Really a filler but chapter 39 is somethin-somethin (not smut, something else.)

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The first thing I do when I walk into the mall was I get on the escalator and find MAC. Yeah I bullshitted Niall into thinking I was working today but he didn't even care.

He didn't talk to me all day. The silent game is stupid.

And I wasn't stupid enough to ask Niall what he did to Chris, plus then that would grow questions from him like, "Why do you care?" I don't care. I just don't want him to be dead because I bought fucking foundation (which is in my drawer, because you never know).

I quickly walk up to the first worker I see.

"Hi!" She smiles, "What do you need?"

"Umm, is a guy named Christopher working here?"

"Christopher Wills? Nah, he's on paid leave."

At least he's alive. "Why?"

"Don't quote me on this but," She leans towards my ear. "I hear some kid beat him up. I've been told he looks like a donkey now."

She then snorts out a laugh and my eyes widen; I've never had anybody snort-laugh in my ear.

"Thanks." I almost trip from how fast I'm walking away.

I then, walk into a mini shop, flipping through a Yellow Book until I found his house.

Time for an adventure.

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I knock three times on the house's door before taking a step back. I saw his neighbour walking a giant dog and I'm not taking any chances with him.

Much to my surprise, the door swings open and Chris is there, holding ice to his head. One black eye, the other one was blue-ish purple, his mouth looked swollen, the rest of his face looks bloated, and he was limping, leaning onto a singular crutch.

But like hey, he's alive, I remind myself.

"You aren't dead yet, living with that hell of a boyfriend?" He remarks with a playful smile.

"And you're alive, yet you've met him." I quirk up an eyebrow.

He sighs. "Sorry I tried to force you into dating me."

"No problem." I bite my lip. "Did you even fight back?"

"How could I when I first thing he did was fracture one of my ribs?"

"Oh."

"Yeah," Christopher chuckles out, "Sorry for being a douche. It's kinda my fault. I don't blame him."

"Yeah, you really were one." I run a hand through my hair awkwardly, "Did you like, recognize my boyfriend?"

"No. I've never seen him before. I'm new to the UK, I lived in New Zealand before." He shakes his head. "Should I have?"

I silently thank God. "No, I was just wondering."

"You want to come inside for coffee or something?" He leans against the door almost like he can't support himself.