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𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏 ; 1026

imagine no. eight !

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𝘼/𝙉 ; not me crying 😝 but this is sooo me and crush #1 fr

aint even gonna lie i forgot they requested a song until i was like halfway through the fic but ill 100% write a fic inspired by fearless!

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔 ; request!

❝𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢❞

everyone had started catching on to it. the way you and chris always were together, always finding excuses to 'accidentally' touch each other, always in your own conversations, it would be hard not to notice.

you've just never acted on it out of pure fear that chris doesn't see you like that. and those few words of affection could ruin your relationship as quick as you said them.

so ultimately hiding your out of control feelings, you slowly grew quiet the longer the school year went on. you believed that your love would eventually disintegrate. but it unknowingly just hurt you more and more each passing day.

it just never crossed your mind that other people would notice how hurt you seemed, especially chris.

"hey- y/n?"

chris' voice scared you. you had been scrolling mindlessly on tiktok, completely spacing that you were in the triplets living room.

"hm?" you hum, turning to look at the boy.

the look of panic in his eyes was unsettling, "are you alright?" he asks, setting his phone face down on the table beside him. clearly adverting all of his attention to you, and only you.

you furrow your eyebrows, also turning your phone to the rough fabric of the couch. "what do you mean?"

he shrugs, diverting his eyes for a second. thinking of what words he wants out in the air. "i said your name three or four times before actually getting to you." you cant help but notice the linger of frown against his eyes. he hid the emotion well on his lips, but probably didn't think about the rest of his manner; and how much it radiated unto you.

"you just seem really out of it and that worries me." chris looks back to you, his eyes desperately searching yours.

"oh," you mumble. not meaning to let your voice drop as much as it does. sitting just above a whisper. "sorry, i'm just a little lost these days." you laugh lightly, but frown when chris' contagious laugh doesn't intertwine with yours.

he looks down at his shoes, before sighing, actually letting his frown peak through this time. you watch hesitantly as he scoots over to sit next to you.

its hard to hold back your slight change in breathing when your hands are lifted up and twisted in to his. you have no idea what he's going to say or even do because neither of you are really good at communicating hard feelings to each other, let alone yourselves.

"yeah? talk to me." a comforting smile creeps up against his lips, trying to give you all the assurance he possibly could. cocking his head ever so slightly to the side, he mutters a sweet; "let me help you figure this out," as he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb.

you want to laugh right in his face. how could you talk to chris about chris?

"i'm fine," you say, smiling at the boy. but its obvious in the fact that he doesn't believe you. his thumb stops in its place, and his previous ghost of a smile disappears.

he furrows his brows, "i don't understand why you're lying to me."

that hurt. you don't want to lie to chris, but its your only alible option right now. saying your okay and pushing him away seems like a way easier path than letting yourself fall loose and telling your best friend how you were unconditionally, and irrevocably in love with him.

"i'm not-"

"stop." he sighs, quickly cutting you off. "just talk to me, kid. i don't get why you don't trust me."

a sad laugh escapes your lungs as you turn your head, looking away from chris. "i do trust you. its not that." it hurt lying to chris like this, if confessing was so simple, you would've done it already and you wouldn't be in this situation. but its not. its really really hard.

chris audibly sucks in a breath, squeezing your hands. "then what is it?" his voice is honestly heartbreaking. anxiety rippling through his gentle tone as he tries to figure out how to help you. "you know you can tell me anything."

"i'm always here for you." he mumbles.

little did you know those were the five words you needed the most. your reaction was slow but you couldn't help but notice the prickle in your eyes. dangerous waves of tears ready to fall and stain your cheeks.

dropping your head onto christopher's shoulder, you were ready to just sob. you wanted nothing more than to cry in his arms, let it all out. but you weren't ready to let your guard down.

his arms snake around your torso, pulling you close to his chest as his hands gently rub your back. "its alright. let it out." he whispered against your neck.

"chris. . . ?" your breath is shaky, but you know what you want to do. building up as much confidence as possible, you replay the same words in your head over and over until they spill out.

he hums, silently signaling for you to continue.

"would it be crazy to say i love you?"

chris stops running his hands up and down your spine. this action immediately puts warning signs in your head. you immediately resorted to the idea that he doesn't feel the same way. you put in all this effort and he doesn't think of you the way you thought of him for so many years.

surprised to feel his grip on you tighten, he shakes his head. "well call me crazy, because i love you too."

suddenly you let out a choked back sob. burying your face into his shoulder. you should've stopped crying, your just confusing yourself as much as your probably confusing chris.

his lips press lightly against the side of your head. "i love you so much."

"i love you chris." you mumble, trying to hold back your tears.

"your okay. . . ." he whispers, "i'm right here."