𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Who's Watching?

Request from: unknown-queen-evil

Chris has a stalker, but what happens when nobody believes him? What happens when they do something to him..

Tw: Needle, Stalking.

~**~

Chris had his head rested on a blanket that was across Nick's lap, the fabric soft against his head, slightly tickling his ear.

Nick stroked his his brown locks, running his hands through his tangled hair. Chris felt his phone vibrate next to him, he picked it up, an unknown number?

Unknown -
Chris, I love you so much. Please text me back if you see this.

That was weird. How did a fan get his number? Did one of his friends leak it? It's not a big deal, it's just one fan anyway. He then blocked the number.

Chris put his phone back down, not paying much attention towards the message he had gotten as he directed his gaze back towards the television screen.

"Who was that?" Nick asked him.

"No one. Just some fan that got my number." Chris dismissed, looking up at Nick's cerulean eyes.

"Oh. Okay." Nick said, continuing to massage Chris's scalp soothingly.

~**~

Chris felt the warm water trickle down his freckled face, his soaking wet hair coated with shampoo dripping down his back. He had to use Nick's french vanilla shampoo instead of his own since he had ran out.

He inhaled the sweet scent, suddenly being brought out of a state of relaxation as he heard his phone ring on the counter.

He reached for his phone, pushing the shower curtain aside and closing again as he saw that he had received another message from a different unknown number.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he opened it,

Unknown -
Why did you block me, baby? We belong together. Please. I love you.

Though the water that sprinkled onto him was warm; he felt chills run down his spine. How did only one fan achieve his number, and why did they keep texting him?

Chris thought he was overreacting, as he pressed the block button once again and set his phone back down on the marble counter.

Throughout whole shower the only thing he could think of was how strange the text messages were. But he dismissed them, it was just one weird fan? They couldn't be that bad.. right?

~**~

Chris pulled the light pink hoodie over his slightly damp hair, situating into the soft fabric and adjusting his hood in the mirror.

He never realized he owned it, he didn't remember going out to buy it and had never seen it in his closet until now. He assumed it was Nick's, knowing he steals most of his clothing items from his triplets.

It smelt unfamiliar, a faded scent similar to a perfume Madi wore. Something like Cherry blossom? That was strange.

he gave another reassuring look at himself in the mirror before departing from his bedroom. He walked down the stairs, seeing Nick sat on a chair by the island whilst Matt cooked for him.

"Nice hoodie Nick. I borrowed it from you, it's really soft so thanks." Chris thanked him, plopping down next to him happily.

"What? I never owned a hoodie like that." Nick exclaimed, observing it carefully before looking back down at his phone.