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mangosrar · 6 months

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The lucky one.

Chris Sturniolo x fem reader.

an: this is not proofread 😛

warnings: none

based off of this song!!!!

Somerville, boston, Massachusetts. the place you grew up loving. and the place you came to hate. not because of how cold it was or how the weather was extremely bipolar. no. boston winters were no joke but you loved winter. you hated boston because of the strings it had you on. all the ghosts that haunted every corner of it. the lost relationships.

before you left boston life was great. you, your boyfriend and his two brothers were living the high life. you were a star. your acting career had taken off when you were 16 and it was great. you loved the fast pace life. you’re boyfriend and his brothers weren’t far behind with their youtube career. they were internet sensations. everyone loved them. but all that glitter is gold and soon the glitter became suffocating. everywhere you went the media was on your tail. interviews and red carpets, talk shows, the press, they all knew you’re secrets. you had no privacy. heavy is the head that wears the crown and you couldn’t do it, so you upped and left just after you’re 21st birthday. without a word to anyone. of course you let them all know you were safe, but you left everyone behind. your family, your friends, your boyfriend, every single childhood memory you had in boston you ditched and left for dead.

2 years later, you were now 23. stood dead centre of the last place you wanted to be. every single late night adventure with your friends, every single coffee shop date with your now ex boyfriend happened here. here in this one tiny neighbourhood yet it seemed so far stretched.

your main concern for your return to boston was who you were going to bump into. you hadn’t actually thought about what you would do if you were to bump into anyone. maybe run away, maybe scream, maybe vomit. the options were endless. but as if god was dead against you, a familiar face appeared behind you in the reflection of the coffee shop window, leaving no time to decide.

“Rory?” it was if time had stopped. your heart rate sky rocketed and your mouth ran dry. it felt like someone had sucker punched you in the stomach. all of the air in your lungs made a swift escape and it felt like you were suffocating.

you turned around and saw his face. he looked different. he was taller, and more built. his hair was shorter, his facial bones were more defined. he was even more gorgeous than he used to be. but his eyes looked heavy on his face. the dark circles prominent. he looked tired.

“Chris.” you’re voice was weak and uneasy. you wanted to reach out an touch him just to check you weren’t dreaming and that your chris was actually standing in front of you.

“i didn’t know you were back in boston” chris sounded just as surprised to see you. his eyes traveled over you’re face, like he was taking a mental picture. they lingered on you’re hair for just a second longer. he noticed.

“yeah, i got here this morning” he brought a hand up to his jaw and rubbed it. his eyes were still examining you’re face. he was shell shocked.

“you changed you’re hair” he blurted out. it was true. you had always had long, curly, light brown hair. but it was now dark brown and sat just below you’re shoulders and straight.

“yeah, i uhh… needed a change” you didn’t really know what to say. this was probably the weirdest interaction you had ever had.

“you look good rora” he nodded. you internally winced at the nick name. he was the only one who ever called you that. you couldn’t even reply. you just smiled at him.

there was an abundant pause before chris spoke again.

“i’m about to go get a coffee if you wanna join me, you know, catch up and stuff” he said while gesturing to the coffee shop behind you.

“i don’t know chris i….” you trailed off. uncertainty evident.

“come on rory, 30 minutes and the best coffee in boston” he raised his eyebrows and displayed a toothy grin. there was a long pause before you replied, weighing out your options.

“how could i say no to that stupid face” you replied trying to hide your smile.

once you were both situated in a booth with a cup of coffee. you spoke first.

“does ray still own this place?” you asked.

“no uh ray died last year but you know Cody his son? he took over” chris said. glancing around the room before landing his eyes back on you. you felt your heart break a little. for years you had been coming here, almost every day after school from freshman year to senior year. in summer you would have a smoothie and in winter you would have a hot chocolate then eventually it was just coffee all year round. every time coming closer to the last. it really put things into perspective. regardless of you leaving, everybody carried on with their life and boston wasn’t waiting for you to catch up.

“oh my god, that must have been so hard. no body even told me” you instantly regretted what you said. you knew what was coming next.

“you just disappeared Rory. no one knew where you were, how were we supposed to tell you. i visited your mom and she didn’t know either. we were worried about you. i haven’t stopped worrying about you. i never even got an explanation. ” his tone was carrying a harsh undertone. helping you understand how bad it hurt. you couldn’t even look at him, the way he was obviously referring to you leaving your boyfriend in the dark, with no explanation as to why you left, making your stomach do flips.

“i didn’t disappear chris i just took my dignity and got the hell out. i had to” you told him. he nodded slowly. clearly not accepting your justification but regardless he respected you none the less. he took a sip of his coffee never making eye contact with you, before speaking.

“Nate said you bought a bunch of land,” he said breaking the awkward tension with a raise of his eyebrows in questioning. “chose the rose garden over Madison square?” he added with a smile, trying to break the tense air between you both. you let out a lousy laugh while nodding your head.

“something like that” he just sent you a knowing smile, not pressing on the subject, before his face changed into something of remorse.

“i get it tho aurora, you know it took some time but i understand it now. why you left i mean”

his eyes stayed on yours as he spoke. you said nothing as your mouth curved into a tight lipped smile. urging chris to carry on.

“cuz now everyone knows my name wherever i go and i can’t ever have that quiet life that we wanted, the one you have now, but i think you got it right”. there was nothing but sincerity plastered across his face.

“the camera flashes make it look like a fucking dream though” he hung his head again, shaking it, blowing a puff of air out of his nose, laughing.

“but you’ve had it figured out since we were in school.” you were confused. he had always wanted this life. the followers, the fame, the money, it was his dream.

“everybody wants to see hot triplet brothers having fun together and making a fool of themselves. everybody loves it.” you added, sending him an questioning raise of you’re eyebrows.

“but it’s not like that anymore, it’s big black cars and riviera views, the dates i get for the events dont even fucking know me, and our secrets end up splashed on the news front page” he said slightly raising his voice with a harsh tone, clearly needing to get it off his chest. the hand that had been waving around in the air trying to further his point comes down the fiddle with the handle of the mug in front of him.

“and they tell you that you’re lucky but it’s so confusing because like, i don’t feel good, i just feel used, and the second you’re hype is over all the new big hits line up to take you’re place you know?” he added. you did know. you knew it all too well. you didn’t even have to reply. he knew that you understood him. despite the absence between you both there was still a lot you had in common.

there was a pregnant pause, both of you just staring at each other, having so much to say but leaving it unsaid, avoiding the conversation. chris cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

“how long are you in boston for?”

“well i haven’t been back in almost a 2 years so i was planning on staying for a week or so but just being here for a few hours is make ig me hate it so i think i’m gonna get the next flight out.” you hated the fact that you were telling him this, the reason you hated it sitting right in front of you, clad in a puffer jacket and a beanie, sipping coffee.

“no!” he shouted so fast it took you back a little, your eyes widened at his sudden outburst. he cleared his throat before continuing. “um…stay for a while, come see nick and matt. my parents still ask about you all the time they would love to see you.” chris’s voice was full of hope. it broke your heart. he really hadn’t changed at all.

“i can’t chris”. you watched his face fall as you replied. your voice was small and sad.

“why rory? what’s the worst that could happen?” it was a silly question really. he knew the answer. “you know what, i know why you won’t. i know you like the back of my hand aroura. you’re scared you’re gonna love it too much and you won’t wanna leave. youre scared of this” he gestured between the two of you. “you’re scared that you’re gonna come to the realisation that you don’t hate being back in boston, you hate the fact that it’s exactly where you should be”. he had you all figured out. he couldn’t have been more correct if the reason had walked up to him and slapped him straight in the face. but that scared you even more. the way he knew you so well, after all this time.

“i’m scared”. you nodded. completely putting all your vulnerability on display as tears gathered in your water line. he reached over and took your hands in his. staring so deeply into your eyes you we’re sure he could see your thoughts.

“don’t be. whatever happens, it will all work out. you might decide to stay, you might decide to run off again in the next 20 minutes, but if you do i won’t be mad and i wont try to stop you, because i know that you gave it a chance. so please aroura, give me a chance. let it figure itself out. it’s all going to be fine. i promise” his voice was quiet and comforting, and in that exact moment he stopped talking. you realised you were the lucky one. you were lucky that even though you were both 23 now, no longer silly teenagers in love, you were still the same kids you used to be. you were lucky that he was still willing to stand by you. you were lucky that he somehow had the answer for everything, he knew exactly what to say to you. just like he always did, even after all this time. he was still there waiting for you with open arms. this was where you were meant to be.

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i love this so much he’s so cute i just wanna put him in my pocket and eat him. 😃

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