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Introducing ... partygoer!chris best paired with homebody!reader
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'i did some things, but that's the old me.'
loud music. house parties. 22. concerts. rooftop conversations. half drank beer cans. staying out until 6am. meeting new people and immediately forgetting about them. monster energy . polaroids . "C'mon it'l be cool." . wears 3+ rings at all times. never knows where his phone is. city lights. bass speakers. weird ass hypotheticals.
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Summary: In which you visit Boston with the triplets for their birthday and to meet Nate, but things take a turn and Chris spends his night worried and looking for you.
CW: This is angst to fluff. That's all.
The plane starts to make its final descent into the airport, and nerves fill your stomach as you wonder what this weekend will mean for you and Chris. You look out the tiny window, watching as the plane touches the tarmac and glides carefully into the correct gate. Chrisâs smiling face reflects behind yours in the glass.
âAh, home sweet home, I missed you, Boston.â He says softly, grabbing your hand and pulling your attention. âTime for the birthday weekend to officially begin.â
In the seats in front of you two, Matt and Nick are arguing about who has to carry the heaviest suitcase to the car. They are a force of nature right now, but itâs a constant you have become accustomed to. But today, for some reason, feels different. Today you have to make a good impression. You are finally meeting the triplets' best friend from their childhood, Nate.
You learned very fast from the boys that best friend isnât really how to describe Nate. Heâs family. The pressure to have him like you is immense. If it happens, then you are golden. If not, it makes you fear what Chris will think.
Chris gently shakes your arm, bringing you back from your thoughts. âYou ready to go?â His eyes search yours, a small smile on his face.
You nod, standing up. Chris grabs your carry-on from overhead, and you both slowly walk behind Nick and Matt. He looks at you again and whispers, âWhatâs going on in that pretty head of yours?â
You stay silent for a moment, just following the boys to baggage claim in the airport. Finally you look back at Chris and say, âJust nervous to meet Nate. I know he means a lot to you.â
Chris laughs lightly, wrapping his arm around you. âYouâll be fine. Heâs going to love you, I promise.â
By the time you and Chris get to baggage claim, Matt already has the suitcases. He smiles widely as you two finally join them. âReady to party Boston style?â
Nick groans, âSometimes I question being related to you.â
You roll your eyes but laugh at their bickering. It somehow eases your nerves a little. You signed up for thisâloud, obnoxious love, and a weekend of probably babysitting three twenty-three-year-old men. As you walk outside into the fresh Boston air, you calm down a bit, knowing that you at least have the car ride to gather your thoughts.
Nick yells and jogs towards their mom's car. âI call shotgun!â
Matt starts running and fighting with him about who gets shotgun. You giggle as you follow behind. Once you approach the car, you hug MaryLou. Chris helps you load the suitcases into the trunk. While the other two argue about who gets the front seat, you quietly slip behind them and get in it yourself. Eventually, they stop arguing when they see Chris laughing and pointing at the car. Their eyes go wide, and then they both look defeated. They silently get into the back, and you are all on the way to the house.
The house is warm, inviting, and cluttered with birthday balloons. The minute everyone gets inside the house, they scatterâMatt to the kitchen to get the drinks out, Nick to the living room to push furniture aside, and Chris trying to set up the radio and decorations. You help where the boys need you to be, anticipation filling your body for the party later tonight. But there is also a slight anxiousness because that means Nate will be there.
As you are helping Chris hang up the final thing of balloons, the doorbell rings. It catches you off guard, and you look to Chris, whose eyes light up, a smile filling his face.
âNate!â he says happily. He grabs your hand. âCome on, time to finally meet my best friend.â
You suddenly panic, smoothing your hair down, wiping your palms on your jeans, making sure everything is in order like you were meeting the queen of England or something. You follow Chris to the door as he opens it, and there is Nate. Big smile on his face, hands full of drinks and snacks.
âThere he is! One-third of the legend trio! My man, Chris!â Nate says as they do some weird high-five bro hug thing that you never understood.
Chris smiles wide, âSo glad you are here, finally!â
Nate laughs softly and then looks past Chris to you. âYou must be the famous pretty girl Chris hasnât shut up about.â
You blush and shrug. âGuess so. Not really all that famous though, just a normal girl.â
Nate gives a small nod, and you still find that urge to make sure that you make a good impression. You so desperately want him to approve of you so it doesnât put Chris in a weird position to choose. You offer to take the snacks from his hands, grabbing them gently before he can refuse. The three of you walk back inside, chatting about things you want to do while home in Boston. As you talk, you get a bit too eager. Chris squeezes your arm to tell you to calm down. You give a slight nod and mouth the word âsorryâ to him. You so badly want this to go well.
As the night progresses, more and more people show up for the boysâ birthday party. Soon music is blasting, and people are having the time of their lives. You stand against the wall and look around at all the people that love the boys. When you look across the room, you see Chris. He gives you a small smile before blowing you a kiss.
You roll your eyes at how cheesy he is being, but you return the gesture. Nate comes up next to you.
âYou know he never was like this with any other girl. Itâs almost disgusting.â He jokes.
You turn and smile, trying to calm your anxiety down. You remind yourself that heâs just Chrisâs best friend. You donât have to try that hard. You laugh softly at what he said.
âHonestly? Heâs more cheesy than that, but I promised him I wouldnât embarrass him in front of his best friend.â
As you both laugh, you fail to notice the slight twitch and flicker of doubt crossing Chrisâs face as he watches the interaction. The first real start of how this night will actually go.
When you walk into the kitchen, Nate is following you. You're both joking around and getting to know each other. Nick and Matt are in there, arguing over which cake they are going to cut first for the party-goers. Nate jumps right into their argument. Heâs quick-witted and able to stay with the boys. You didnât expect differently, but this small moment really shows how he is seen as a brother, not a best friend.
Chris walks in and kisses you on the head. You lean into him lovingly. He bends down and whispers to you, âIs everything going ok?â
âYeah. Nate said he wanted to talk later about my favorite Boston sights, and just hang out.â You shrug, not thinking much of it.
Chrisâs face does this weird thing, not quite frowning but definitely not smiling either.
âOh. Thatâs great... cool, really.â He says softly.
Nate walks up at that moment and slings his arm around you, smiling.
âDude, you didnât tell me your girl was so fucking cool or funny. She might give you a run for your money.â
You snort and roll your eyes. As you look at Chris this time, you see it. His tight-lipped smile. How his happiness earlier isnât matching his eyes or how he is standing right now. And instead of saying anything, Chris just turns and walks back into the party.
Throughout the night, you and Nate spend time periodically talking about anything and everything. Mostly you two talk about Chris, and how Nate met him, funny stories about him, and that Nate is so happy that Chris finally found someone who made him happy.
As the party starts to come to an end, people filter out to go home. Matt and Nick are cleaning the kitchen. Nate is in the dining room cleaning that up. You are sitting on the couch, very confused. Chris is walking around quietly, but heâs picking up bottles and cans with an aggressive force. He doesnât even look at you when you offer to help, just shakes his head once and keeps going.
âNo. I got it.â He mutters, slamming the bottles and cans into the trash bag. You wince.
You silently look back at the dining room and see Nate looking at him, noticing how heâs acting. When he looks at you, he shrugs, and you face forward again. The room is suddenly colder, filled with a tension that wasnât there all day.
Something is wrong, and your stomach drops. You are afraid you did something wrong, but you donât know what.
Nate suddenly calls for Matt and Nick, saying that there were things out in the backyard they needed to clean. Once the boys are outside and out of the way, you look to Chris. Heâs storming into the kitchen. You follow silently. Once in the kitchen, you grab his shoulder gently, turning him to face you.
âWhatâs wrong, Chris?â You ask softly.
âNothing.â Chris snaps at you.
You step back at the aggression, shocked. âDidâdid I do something wrong? I was just trying to get to know Nateââ
Chris slams the trash bag onto the ground and frowns. âI need you to stop. You donât have to be such a try-hard with my best friend.â
You blink, half hurt and half lost. âTry hard?â
Chris scoffs and throws his hands up, frustrated. âWith Nate. You have been all over him. It was my fucking birthday party.â
You feel like youâre going to throw up. âChris⌠I was just being friendly. Heâs your best friend. Him liking me was super important, you know that.â
Chrisâs eyes go dark. Heâs mad. âYou laughed at everything he said, sitting close to him. You were flirting. And it seems like you donât even fucking care about us or what we have.â
Your face flushes, anger and embarrassment flooding your system. âOk. I wasnât flirting, like at all. I was trying to make a good impression. Isnât that what you wanted?â
Chris raises his voice. âYou could have tried a little less on the way you were doing it. I barely got much time with you.â
Your eyes go wide, actual shock that he is mad at you for trying to be friends with someone who means so much to you. âAre you being for real? I was filled with so much anxiety thinking Nate wouldnât like me. That if he didnât, youâd leave me. I was trying to be nice!â
Chrisâs hands run through his hair and then over his face in frustration. âYeah, well, it seemed like you forgot about me. Didnât feel very nice.â
Tears fill your eyes. You stand quiet for a moment before whispering. âThatâs not fair. I was trying to get to know someone who is important to you. I donât know what you want if youâre this mad for me getting along with your best friend.â
He looks away, knowing if he sees you crying, he will cave and this fight will be for nothing.
You shake your head and head into the living room, Chris silently following you on instinct. You grab your jacket, hands shaking and heart racing.
âI need air,â your voice cracks. Not waiting for him to respond at all.
You open the front door and slip outside, the Boston air hitting your cheeks. As you walk down the sidewalk, the tears start to flow freely. The city lights blur as you get further and further from the house, not knowing nor caring where you end up. You just need to breathe.
Soon the only sounds you hear are the shuffle of your sneakers on the ground, cars honking in the background, and the occasional dog barking from backyards. The air is slightly muggy, with rain soon approaching. You put your hands in your pockets, trying to stop the crying and control your breathing, but Chrisâs words are a constant replay in your head.
Flirting. Try-hard. All over him.
You aggressively wipe your eyes, annoyed that you are even crying over something that wasnât actually happening. You take a couple more steps until you need to stop. You find a bench and sit down. You bend over your knees, hands running through your hair. As you pull out your phone, you notice itâs dead. Of course. So you sit there in silence and decide itâs better than fighting with your boyfriend.
Back at the house, time seems to drag and speed up all at once. Nate had left, realizing itâs probably best at this moment. Matt and Nick are sitting on the couch, looking at Chris, who is currently pacing in front of them.
âChris. You need to calm down. Sheâs fine.â Nick says, concerned.
Matt shrugs, âYeah man, she said she was getting air. Iâm sure sheâll be back soon.â
Chris stops pacing and looks at the clock. Itâs been an hour. His stomach is in knots, fear filling his chest. All he can see is the tears, the devastated look on your face, and the words he threw at you, each one repeating like a mistake he canât take back. He faces Matt and Nick, voice a whisper.
âThat was an hour agoâŚI yelled at her. I didnât mean for her to be gone like thisâŚ.I was just mad.â Chris whispers sadly.
Nick frowns. âYou guys got into a fight?â
Chris nods, ashamed. âI misread a situation, and I fucked up.â
Matt groans and grabs his phone. âYouâre an idiot, but because I love you, Iâll call her.â He dials your number, but it never rings. Instead, it goes straight to voicemail. âShit.â
Nick tries himself. He gets the exact same outcome. No answer from you.
Outside, the wind is picking up, rain coming down against the window. Chrisâs face shifts from worried to straight panic.
âWhat if something happened to her?â He asks, his voice cracking.
Nick stands up and puts his arm around Chris. âSheâs smart. She needed space. She didnât run away foreverâŚbut if her phone is dead and sheâs stuck in this rainââ
Suddenly, thunder shakes the house, and itâs loud. Chris jumps from the sound and then moves fast for his rain jacket.
âI canât. Iâm going out there to find her.â
Matt nods and stands. âWe will help. Cover more ground. We will find her.â
All three boys put on their rain jackets and rush out into the storm. As they run down the street, they begin yelling out your names, fear lacing their voices.
They all eventually split up, and Chris is going down a side street. His heart is racing, peering into every corner and driveway he sees. Rain is soaking him, his hair sticking to his face, the shirt under the jacket somehow drenched, shoes sloshing with water, but he doesnât care. All he thinks about is you, sitting in this somewhere, maybe scared, maybe pissed at him still, but he doesnât care. He just wants you with him, safe.
There are only two thoughts going through his mind: Please be okay. Please let me find you soon.
As you sit on the bench, your clothes are drenched and hanging off your body in a weird manner, chilling you to the bone. You watch the water run down your arms, and everything feels heavy. Your head, your heart, and your relationship at this moment.
You try to reason with yourself: He is jealous. He cares. He doesnât mean anything he says. He is just angry. But those words keep replayingâflirting, try-hard, all over himâand for a second, you wonder if you even deserve to be Chrisâs girlfriend.
But that ache in your chest just keeps growing and growing.
There is no concept of time for you. You stand up as you hear thunder and realize you should go back. Chris and the boys might be worried. Thatâs the last thing you want. They are probably all in the living room, dry and warm, thinking youâll be back any second.
But you were so wrong.
Chrisâs phone buzzesâanother message from Matt:
Nothing yet. Keep looking. She has to be close.
As you start walking, Chris runs around the corner, and he sees you at the end of the street, hair hanging down from the rain, a slight tremble in you from the cold rain.
He sprints over to you without a second thought, stopping once he gets to you. âHeyâŚJesus Christ, there you are!â
You look at him, shocked, rain and tears running down your face. You both stand there and just stare at one another, not saying anything else. A puddle forms around both of you on the ground.
Chris steps close to you, raising his hand but not quite touching you yet, almost like heâs afraid. His voice cracks. âI thought I lost you. I was so worried. Iâm so sorry, baby. I shouldnât have said any of that. I was a fucking idiot. I got jealous over nothing, and I took it out on you. I know you wouldnât flirt with my best friend. I justââ his voice breaks, and you see his eyes shining with tearsââI was so scared youâd realize you deserve someone better, and I ruined everything.â
You sniffle, wiping your face, which is useless at this point. âYou hurt me. I was just trying to show Nate that you were with someone who loved you.â
Chris nods, his voice thick with emotion. âI know. Youâre perfect. I got stuck in my jealousy, and I ruined everything. PleaseâŚjust come back to the house. I need you. I need us.â
The worry in his eyes, how his hands are shakingâit changes you. You arenât mad anymore. You know he feels bad. You nod slowly. Chris takes his jacket off and wraps it around you. Itâs still wet and doesnât help much, but the small gesture means everything.
As you two are walking back to the house, Matt and Nick run up to you. Relief covers their faces.
âThank god you are okay!â Nick says, hugging you tightly. âYou worried us.â
Matt smiles and nods. âIt canât be a perfect birthday weekend without you. Chris needs you more than anything.â
Chris grabs your hand and squeezes it. You all begin to walk back towards the house, the triplets filling the night with jokes and bad stories to fill the silence.
Once you are back at the house, Chris works fast to help you change out of the wet clothes. He gives you one of his t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. As you sit on the couch, Matt and Nick pile every blanket they can find on top of you, building a nest of them until youâre completely swallowed. Nick presses a cup of hot chocolate into your hands, and Matt adds a pillow to your lap, just in case.
Chris soon joins you on the couch, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you tight to him. He whispers into your hair.
âIâm so sorry. I love you so much. I donât deserve you. Please forgive me.â
You snuggle into him.
âI love you. Letâs do something just us two for your birthday tomorrow. I want you to have good memories, yeah? And⌠no more doubts. No more fighting. Youâre stuck with me.â
Chris smiles and nods, âDeal.â
The rain still beats on the window, but inside this house itâs warm. Everything is full of promises for a better tomorrow, and that alone makes you smile.
M yaps: I hope whoever requested this is happy with it!!!
songs that describe their dynamic. songs that Dee likes to listen to. songs that Matt loves. songs that you can listen to while reading. songs that just fit the theme of the the au. none of these songs are foreshadowing future chapters. . . ;). they definitely are so sorry but this playlist is six hours long so good luck trying to get through it all.
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