call it what you want part 13
this chapter is ass sorry xxxxxx
“y/n?!”. fuck.
you and matt both turned to eachother with wide eyes, frantically trying to think of a way out of this.
“i thought he was asleep?!” you whisper shouted.
“so did i!” he whispered back.
“y/n are you in there?” chris asked, his voice slightly muffled due to the wooden barrier of the door.
you couldn’t ignore him forever, you had to just bite the bullet.
“yeah chris i’m in here” you replied, turning away from matt and towards the door, squeezing your eyes shut while placing your palm to your forehead, and your other hand on your hip.
“where’s matt?” he questioned, but there was a slight pitch to his voice that made you think he already knew.
your eyes shot open and you turned to look at may again before ushering him to be quiet.
“he uh..” you cut yourself off, clearing your throat. “i’m pretty sure he’s in bed” you replied.
there was a moment of silence, both you and matt stood there staring at the door.
“mh okay, we’ll i’m going to bed so hurry up, or you’re sleeping on the floor” chris said, before walking away.
you couldn’t move. you had been holding you’re breath for the past 20 seconds and you felt like you were about to pass out, the height of the situation making your brain go 100mph.
what would chris say?
would he be angry?
would he be happy?
would he hate me and matt for the rest of our lives?
you couldn’t gather your thoughts, until a giggle broke you’re trance.
of course matt was laughing. while you were stood there with clammy hands and you’re heart beating out of your chest. he was laughing.
“that wasn’t funny” you breathed, snapping your head around to face him, eyes looking up into his squinted ones.
“come on admit it was a little funny” he said, running his hands up your arms, bringing one hand up to brush a stray piece of hair out of your face, before letting it rest on your cheek.
you just rolled your eyes and shook your head, but you couldn’t help the grin that was pulling at your lips.
when your eyes landed back on matts face, you felt a little vulnerable. he was staring at you intensely, like he was trying to make a memory, studying every single freckle on your face, every scar, every ridge, taking mental notes and storing them away in his brain.
“what?” you whispered, looking up at him with those big round eyes that made his head spin.
he blinked, rubbing his thumb back and forth slowly along your skin.
“how did i ever hate you?” he replied, so quietly, you almost missed it, before bringing his lips to yours softly, letting them linger there for a second, before pulling back only slightly, so his nose was brushing against yours.
“what are we gonna tell everyone?” he mumbled, before pressing another chaste kiss to your lips.
your head jerked back slightly at his question, and your eyebrows pinched together. you weren’t actually sure. it was like you had been in a daze these past 15 minutes, and forgotten about the outside world, about chris, jessica elijah, even the fact that 2 months ago, you couldn’t stand the sight of matt breathing, yet here you were, pressed against him.
“we can’t” you shook your head. “we can’t tell anyone, this has to be just between us” you swallowed, suddenly becoming very uneasy.
matt sighed, pulling away slightly, to get a better look of your face, before nodding. “okay”
“okay?” you questioned, raising your eyebrows in shock. you expected him to protest, or even try and convince you not to keep it a secret.
“yeah, i mean chris and nick would totally freak out, especially chris and besides, jessica and elijah are still in the picture” he shrugged, letting his hand fall from your face, to rest on your hips.
you just nodded at him, he was right, but your chest sunk a little at the mention of jessica and elijah. of course you knew they were part of the reason this was going on, but you thought that might have changed after what just happened.
there was a pregnant pause, matt still studying your face, and yours staring at his chest with a frown on your face. there were a million different scenarios running through your head, a thousand alternate endings and 101 reasons why this could go wrong and why this will go wrong, but you stayed quiet, keeping your agreement in place.
“you should get to bed” matt whispered, pulling you away from your thoughts.
“so should you”. you replied softly, letting your eyes fall closed and your head rest on his chest, breathing in his cologne.
“yeah but i just wanna kiss you more”.
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“you took your time” chris murmured, keeping his back to you as you climbed into his bed, pulling the covers over you.
“yeah sorry” you replied, laying on your back facing the ceiling, trying desperately to wipe the cheesy grin off of your face.
“matts in bed huh?” he questioned, still facing away from you.
“yes chris” you said, keeping your tone snappy, desperately trying to convince him.
“so why was he in the bathroom with you downstairs?” he asked, turning to also lie on his back, facing the ceiling.
your head snapped round to look at him, but his eyes were facing up, and your whole body tensed up, you thought you had been more careful than that.
“chris.. it’s not what you think” you rambled.
“my brother, in the bathroom, with my best freind, who he supposedly hates, while she’s in the shower…..what is it then y/n? please enlighten me” he said. his tone was harsh as he finally turned his head to look at you with a stoic expression.
you just swallowed and blinked at him with your eyebrows pulled together. you couldn’t defend yourself, and you couldn’t come up with an excuse. there was no way out of this.
“i’m not sure what’s going on y/n, but i know for a fact that matt is going to hurt you. he’s my brother and i love him but he’s a douche bag. he ended up with jessica for a reason so i won’t ask you to stop whatever you’ve started, but please don’t come running to me when he fucks you over” chris’s tone was harsh but his face didn’t change. he needed you to understand.
there was an abundant pause while you processed his words. he ended up with jessica because he was stupid. not because he was a douche bag.
“can you not tell anyone?” you asked meekly. you’re voice so quiet, like if you spoke too loud, the walls of the house would crumble around you. you felt pathetic. not only had you lied to chris, but you were now asking him to possibly lie for you.
he just scoffed and rolled over. once again turning his back to you.
“sure y/n.”
chris wasn’t convincing you, but you knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t, but you also knew chris was wrong. matt wouldn’t hurt you, sure he was known for being a douche bag player, but this was different, you could feel the way he feels radiating off of him when he wwas next to you. he wouldn’t. but never say never.
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