#christopherxreader

THE NEED i have for this man, it’s crazy

warnings: cursing

okay sooo this is my first time actually posting something in here lmk if u want a part 2 or if u enjoyed this in anyway

Disclaimer: My writing is shit. Construction criticism is very much appreciated.

Warnings: Strong language

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(Y/N) p.o.v.

The blaring of my alarm clock wakes me. 7:00 a.m., just on time. I grab my phone and hit the name of my best friend, Owen.

"Hello?" I hear a sleepy voice from the receiver.

"OWEN! Why aren't you up?" I yell, most likely startling the boy.

"Well, I was sleeping like a normal person. Why are you up anyways? You don't wake up till 10." He asks, confusion very evident. I released a sigh.

"Owen, check the date." I told him simply.

"Oh. OH" he says. The sound of ruffling betrays that he is rushing from his bed. With an exchange of goodbyes, we hung up. I jumped up, rushing to get ready. Grabbing my high waisted jean shorts and a (f/c) crop tops, I was dressed and running downstairs.

-time skip because idk what to write-

5:46. I had exactly 14 minutes to make sure everything was in order for tonight. It's been hard keeping it from my boyfriend, Chris, but somehow I've managed. Upon making last touches on food, I hear the clock in the room strike 6. Let the party begin. I see Owen walk up behind me. He was wearing khakis and a black hoodie. It always puzzled me how he wore that stuff and not die from heat exhaustion.

"You ready?" He asked me, putting an arm around my shoulders.

"Sure." I replied with a huge sigh.

Half an hour later and the party was in full swing. But one very important thing, or person, was missing. I looked at Owen with a knowing look from across the room and he shrugged his shoulders. Chris was supposed to be here with the rest of the people half an hour ago, but he's a no show. I feel two hands on my shoulders, and not deciding to fight them, I allow them to lead me outside. Once out, I realize it was Owen.

"He'll show. I promise, okay?" His eyes shined with hope.

"Okay. I trust you." His smile grew. Suddenly his phone began to rang. He turn to take it. "Yeah? What do you mean? I'm right here with (Y/N). Okay, calm down. Yeah, we're walking there now." With that he grabbed my arm, and pulled me back inside. After 5 minutes we somehow managed to manuver our way to the front of the house. Outside was a banner that read "Happy 2 years (Y/N)".

Tears filled my eyes as I realized what was going on. I whipped my head around to see Chris with flowers in his hand. He was wearing jeans and a black button up. His hair was a mess on his head. I ran to him, jumping in his open arms.