charades

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in which you get frustrated while the triplets play charades

sorry for errors, it's not proofread! i'll edit later, im just trying to write a shit on while i have motivation lol
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you were pissed off.

you were pissed off from the second you woke up. chris stole all the blankets in the hotel room bed, he took your pepsi and drank it all, and you had a pounding headache. so yeah, you were pissed off.

you couldn't have been happier that the day was almost over. you were sharing a room with chris and his brothers, and that was already a difficult task in itself. it was a tuesday in iowa, and the boys had just finished their show. but, realized they forgot to film a video for wednesday. so here they are, at 11:20 at night, filming a charades video in the hotel room.

it was a pretty big room, though. there was a couch on the other side of the room, almost completely isolated from the two beds. it was nice and spacious, but four people do take up a lot of space.

you just wanted to go to bed. your headache hadn't gotten any lighter, and you were sick and tired of their screaming.

you decided to start on your nighttime routine, hoping that the triplets would be close to done by the time you were finished. the bathroom in madi and laura's room was broken, so madi was currently in yours to take a shower. respecting her privacy, you sat at the desk with a mirror and lamp in the main area of the room, where you wouldn't be seen by the video.

you tried to ignore their noise at first, but it was increasingly harder as they started to include you in their charades. as matt was acting out 'bank robbery,' he ended up hitting you with the duffel bag he had slung over his shoulder.

"shit, sorry!" he laughs, going back to acting out the bank robbery without a second thought. you let out a deep breath as you continue to rub your serums into your face. you put them away as you use them, hoping it would be easier to clean up afterwards.

as the boys continue to yell out stupid guesses at matt's charade, you pop in one of your airpods in attempt to drown them out.

it does nothing.

during chris' act of 'alien takeover,' he spins your chair around and begins to shoot fake guns at you then running away with a silent scream. you roll your eyes and spin back around, facing the mirror once again.

you were left alone for a bit, until chris was acting out a 'dangerous monkey' and he jumped on your desk, making your glass moisturizer bottle fall on the floor and shatter.

"y/n, i'm so sorry!" chris apologizes, dropping the act quickly.

you let out a huff and take out the claw clip you had pinning your hair back, grabbing your key and phone off the bedside table, and walking out of the room. you needed a break, and you didn't want your anger to fog your common sense. when you got angry, you would often times say something you really didn't mean. so, you tried to keep your space when you felt yourself getting all worked up.

you sat on the couch in the lobby for a little bit, just looking at the fish in the way-too-big fish tank swim around without a care in the world. you sigh and get back up, taking the long way up to your room. you put the key on the scanner and open the door, seeing that madi had finished up in the bathroom and that your moisturizer mess had been cleaned up. the triplets were still filming, though. chris was up again, acting out a 'serial killer sneak attack.' he was screaming far too loud, jumping all over everything, and just all around making your already pounding head hurt even more. you sit down on your and chris' bed and scroll on your phone for a little bit, ending on sitting with your palms dug into your eyes to get your headache to go away.

soon enough they ended filming, matt and nick go to the vending machines, and chris comes over to you. he lays on top of you, peppering your face in kisses. "i'm sorry i broke your lotion."

"it's fine."

"i know when you say that it's fine, it's not actually fine. are you mad at me? i'll buy you a new one." he says, rolling over to sit next to you.

"i said its fine, chris."

"you're lying to me."

you let out an angry sigh and put your phone down harshly on the bed. "just stop! i've had it up to here with you today!" you hold up your hand above your head, exaggerating your point. "i just need some space right now, okay? there's not really anywhere i can go, so im gonna sleep on the couch." you stand up and stand still for a minute, your headache making you dizzy. you feel chris' hands around your waist to hold you in place, but you squirm out of them.

"i'm not letting you sleep on the couch, hon. i'll sleep there, you take the bed. i'm sorry i made you angry." he says, and you drop your head.

"you didn't, i'm just... well, you kind of did. but it's alright, i'm just tired." you turn around and hug him, resting your head in the crook of his neck. "my heads been hurting so bad."

"do you want medicine? i'm sure nick brought advil or something."

"please."

chris makes his way over to nicks bag, fishing through it to find the small tube. he hands you three and you swallow them with some water and lay back down on your bed. you cover yourself with the blankets and bury your face in the pillow, but poke it back up when you don't feel chris get in. you look around and see him laying on the couch, like he said he would.

"can you come in bed, baby? i need you." you ask, your voice feeling small across the dark room.

he doesn't answer, but the shuffling and footsteps on the floor answers for him. the bed dips and chris wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck softly. "i love you. i'm sorry about today."

"i love you too, and it's okay."

"i ordered another one of those moisturizers, we can go pick it up at ulta tomorrow." he says, his voice soft.

"you didn't have to do that."

"yes i did. you deserve it."

your face goes red as you cuddle up closer to him.

you really needed that sleep that night.
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a/n- ITS CHRISSY

this idea was requested, i hope i lived up to the expectations!!

i'm on my grind, im almost done with another one too 😛😛😛😛😛

i love you all!!

xx
chrissy

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