Chris and Crawford Collins Imagines

Running Late

You wake up from the loud street noises of NYC. You look next to you to see a sleeping Crawford. You smile, thinking how cute he is when he's asleep.

You look at the alarm clock and your eyes widen. "Crawford! Crawford! Wake up!" You yell while shaking him.

"Ugh 5 more minutes." He says sleepily.

"Crawford!" You yell again.

"Yeah?" He asks in a very sexy, raspy voice that he knows drives you crazy. You smile but then realize you don't have time for this.

"Crawford we don't have time for you to be cute!" You say as you lightly hit his arm.

"What?" He asks.

"It's 12pm." You say and he quickly jumps out of the hotel bed.

"12? Crap, we're late. Very very late." He says while rushing to put on his clothes.

"I know. Digifest's gonna start soon. The doors open in 45 minutes and we were supposed to be there an hour ago." You say.

A few minutes later, you both finish getting ready. You run out of the hotel and he tries to catch a taxi. "We're never gonna get one. It's New York. They're all taken." You say while he's still trying.

He looks to his right and sees a guy getting off his motorcycle. "Come with me." He tells you as you both run to the motorcycle.

"Crawford what are you doing?" You ask while following him.

He pushes the guy and hops on. "Sorry but we need to borrow this." He apologizes to the guy on the ground. "Get on. He tells you as he puts on a helmet.

"Crawford are you insane? Do you even know how to ride a motorcycle?" You ask him.

"No, but do you trust me?" He asks. "Yeah I trust you. But you riding a motorcycle? In NYC? Eh." You say.

He chuckles. "Trust me." He tells you.

"I do." You say as you put on the helmet and hop on behind him.

He pulls out into the street as you hear the guy yelling at you. He speeds up and you feel the wind on your skin and you laugh. Every time he would speed up, you would hug him a little tighter and he would chuckle.

He stops. You look in front of you to see a lot of traffic. "Great." You sigh.

"Don't worry. We'll make it." He says as he rides in between the cars and on the side walks and violates all the street rules. You squeal as you hug him tighter.

Twenty minutes later, you arrive at Digifest. He pulls into a parking space and you both get off.

"I thought you didn't know how to ride a motorcycle." You say.

"I didn't. But now I do I guess. It's not that hard." He says as you giggle.

"I told you to trust me and nothing bad happened and we got here before the doors opened." He says and you peck him on the lips.

"You guys are late." Says a voice behind you. It was Chris.

"Sorry bro. We overslept." Crawford says.

"What were you guys doing last night?" He asks. You and Crawford look at each other embarrassed. "Never mind I don't want to know." Chris says.

"Wait, where did you get the motorcycle?" Chris asks.

"We um sorta borrowed it." You say.

"The guy's gonna be so pissed." Crawford says.

"He's already pissed. Didn't you hear him yelling?" You say as you both laugh. Chris looks so confused.

"Whatever just get in there. It's about to start." He says.