Lucky Me

Caught Up

Chris' POV

We'd finally made it to my hotel, trying to run from canopy to canopy to avoid the rain as much as we could, not that either of us minded too much. It turned out to be more of a game in the end, until we almost lost Dodger in a deep puddle. Lucy shrieked and fished him out, whilst I stood about laughing. Then we stopped with the rain dodging and just ran the remaining few blocks to the hotel- Lucy still carrying Dodger in her arms.

I unlocked my room, and pushed open the door, to allow Lucy and Dodger inside. She set him on the floor and he immediately shook his whole body, sending droplets of water flying across the room.

Lucy's POV

The warmth of the room was welcoming and I instantly relaxed, feeling the tension in my muscles radiating up into my neck. "that's better huh" I said to Dodger softly as he padded about on the carpet. I heard the door close gently behind us, so I turned to find Chris standing watching us with a wide smile on his face. I tried to ignore the redness burning my cheeks under his gaze, "I'll get us some towels" he said, before kicking off his shoes and wandering through the suite to where I assumed the bathroom was. Dodger soon followed, leaving me standing there alone, awkwardly, with my thoughts.

How the hell did I end up in his hotel room? This was never part of the plan. Was there even a plan? Yeah- not to frickin' get caught up again. Never mind KISS him earlier. How did that happen?! But what did he think? I had no clue what was going through his mind right now. But I guess this is why I was here. To talk. I guess. My head was filled with so many doubts and questions, but then I heard him coming back, the light jingle of Dodger's tags alerting me to the fact. I couldn't help but smile. That dog was a cutie. And typically as soon as I see the pair of them, the doubts, fears and questions all dissipated from my mind.

"His little heart is gonna be crushed" I whispered as they walked over to me, Chris' face frowned in confusion, "the donuts" I said, nodding to the bag he left on the counter. "they're cold and soggy" I whispered- like Dodger was gonna understand.... "oh they'll be fine" he waved me off, tossing me a clean white fluffy towel before moving over to the bag, Dodger suddenly getting more animated and jumping up when he saw his dad retrieve the bag. "they're totally fine" He said, pulling one out of the bag. Half of it dropped off, back into the paper and I face palmed. "they're fine for me too" he added simply, passing Dodger the piece in his hand before diving in to get the fallen piece for himself. "oh my god" I mumbled to myself. He heard me and burst into laughter. "I'm gonna use the bathroom and dry off" as I smirked at him. "there's some clean clothes on the bed if you need them!" he called after me as I left him and Dodger there.

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I had to walked through his bedroom to get to the bathroom, noticing the clothes he'd mentioned set out on the end of the bed for me. I pondered for a moment, thinking I wouldn't be in need of them, but I found myself grabbing them anyway and taking them into the bathroom and locked the door.

I set his clothes down on the bathroom counter and faced the mirror. I looked tired, my hair was still tied up but some tendrils had fallen out were hanging a little haphazardly around my face. So I decided to just pull out the hair tie and leave it in its natural state. Then, I unfastened my jeans, cringing at how unbearable they actually felt, especially now we were inside and I wanted to sit down. So I rolled them down off my legs, letting them hit the tiled floor of the bathroom with the amount of water they were holding. I tugged off my coat- my t-shirt underneath wasn't bad at all, so I figured I'd keep that on and just put Chris' sweat pants on, but Jesus- I pulled them on, and you could literally get two of me in these fuckers. "I can't wear these" I sighed to myself. So I thought for a moment and swallowed hard. "I just gotta do it" I sighed, staring at the white t-shirt sitting on the counter top.