Chris fucked up your relationship. he had too much — felt like he was on top of the world. even when he was with you, girls would be in his dms, begging for his attention. some would beg for him to leave you, to have them instead. typically he’d just block them, or not answer.

but, the pressure was too much.

Chris answered a dm, and it felt nice. then another, and another. and it kept repeating. over and over. until you found out. you dumped him, he felt horrible. every night, he’d lie in bed thinking about you. wishing you were next to him. but, he fucked up big time.

one night, he couldn’t handle it all. he needed you, now. it was nearly midnight, his brothers asleep. he had to be up early, but he didn’t care. he left the house, pulling his jacket on. he ran, ran fast. by the time he got to your house, his face was flushed and sweat was running down his cheek. he looked like he just ran a marathon.

Chris’ fist banged on your door until you answered, five minutes later that is. “oh god.. I’ve missed you,” he blurted out before his lips crashed into yours. his hands gripped your cheeks, without warning or hesitation.