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Give Us A Chance

Warnings: A bit of frustration, fluff, and driving in the rain.

Plot Summary: The ol’ razzle dazzle; he likes you, you like him, but what if it goes bad and you lose your best friend?

Another Warning: This is my first imagine, so YEAH.

There he was, standing at your door wit his eyes full of worry. “Y/N, I know you are scared, I know how much you have been hurt in the past, but you can’t decide that it’ll be the same with us if you don’t give us a chance.�� 

You didn’t know what to do; you were torn between wanting Chris in your life as someone who is more than a friend, and between keeping that wall you’ve built around yourself as strong as ever. Not only that, but Chris was your best friend, and you know all too well that dating your best friend can either go very well, or rather horribly wrong.

“Y/N? Are you even listening?” Chris’s raspy voice came in to cut your thoughts.

“Uh, yeah,” you replied, attempting to avoid his green eyes.

“So?”

“God, I don’t know, Chris! It’s not like I can stop worrying at the push of a button. You know me, I overthink shit, and I don’t want to risk anything by making a hasty decision,” you explained in a quite bitter tone.

“Risk what? Your feelings? Your time? I assure you, Y/N, I really like you and-“

“Risking you! Risking everything we already have! I don’t want to go through the possibility of being in pain because I lost you,” you repeatedly adjusted loose strands from your hair behind your ears. 

The rising panic in your voice made Chris automatically wrap a hand around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest. You both went silent for a couple of minutes, the tips of your fingers lingering on the small of his back, while his hand calmly strokes your hair, the other still embracing your waist as if you were going to disappear from his grasp.

A few moments pass, and Chris pushes you away a little bit, and places a soft kiss on your forehead. “Y/N, it is in your hands now. As much as I would love to be with you, to prove to you with every fiber of my being that you are all I want and that I will love you with everything in me, I cannot force you to make a decision.”

You calmly nodded. “I want to decide, I just think I’ll be needing some space to do that for the time being, please.” You gave him a weak smile, trying to reassure him, or maybe reassure yourself? Even you don’t know at this point. 

He nods back and says “I’ll be leaving after tomorrow to Hawaii, the Jurassic World filming starts. I come back two months later for a short break,” he paused, that same worrisome look in his eyes boring into yours, “thought I’d let you know”. The thought of two months not seeing him makes your heartbeats rush a little faster, but you manage to wish him the best of luck. With that, you encase him in another deep hug, your fingers slowly creeping through his soft, brown hair. The corner of your lips was touching his neck, and you were able to smell that cologne you bought him for his birthday, which made you smile a little bit.

“I’ll see you when you come back,” you said, moving away from him, giving him a small grin that made his heart flutter for a split second.

“You won’t get rid of me easily, L/N,” he chuckled, turning around for the last time and closing the door behind him, leaving you in the uncomfortable silence of your living room.

Your body started urging you to have a cup of tea, you really need it right now to lift your spirits up a bit. While you fumbled around in your kitchen, you started remembering how this all began.

---- A week ago ----

 You both frequently met up for late night talks about pretty important stuff, that time it was about pancakes. You always knew Chris had this unnatural obsession over pancakes, he would eat them with anything at any time in any way.

“But come on, waffles are SO much better” you stated.

“Pfft- Yeah right, useless squared pancake-wannabe,” Chris said with his eyes widened, pompously taking a sip out of his beer like he just proved a point.

“Wow, very smart, Mr. Pratt,” you placed your hands on your hips. “I feel like you would choose pancakes over oxygen.”

“Hmm, highly likely.”

“Oh, god. You sick, sick man.”

Chris started laughing, but you noticed a quick, warm smile form on his lips as his laugh quieted down.

“Hmm, Jack or pancakes?”

“And you’re calling me a sick man? Have you heard yourself speak, Y/N? He is my son!” he continued laughing, nearly spitting out his beer.

“At this point, I don’t even trust your choices when they involve pancakes. If we actually live in the Jurassic World and dinosaur is about to eat either me or the last plate of pancakes on Earth, you’ll choose the goddamn pancakes!”

“Ah, that’s a tough one. In that case, I’d save you, then,” Chris said, a weird tone taking over his voice, like he wasn’t joking. You tried to ignore it because, in the end, the entire topic you were discussing was pretty lame anyway.

“Oh, wow, the pancake man himself willing to give up pancakes to save me, the damsel in distress. How kind,” you stick your tongue out at him.

“I don’t really think you ever need saving, Y/N, but I just like you that much,” Chris stated, his voice suddenly low, his eyes avoiding yours and his hands fumbling with the beer can.

“Are you okay, Chris?” you questioned, your heart feeling as though it’ll pop out of your chest any second now. You did not want him to admit what you thought he was about to admit. You didn’t want to even admit to yourself that you have felt the same way for quite a while now.

“Not really, no. I,” a pause, followed by a sigh “I really like you, Y/N. I have been trying to find ways to tell you that, but for some reason I’ve been holding myself back.” You just kept looking at him, waiting for further elaboration. Chris looked up to meet your stare, and he continued “I don’t know if I’ve been reading you wrong, but I’ve been sensing like you possibly like me, too.” You lips parted at his partially confident statement, not knowing how to react to this sudden turn of events. After being silent for a good minute, Chris awkwardly coughed a little before saying the following, “I think it was a mistake for me to say that, forget I said anything, I’m so sorry, Y/N”.

“Oh, no, Chris, don’t apologize, please. I just, I just don’t know what to say,” you trailed off, your thoughts and your heart going into a major conflict.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Chris gulped and asked his unanswerable question.

“I don’t know.”

----

A week later, and a day later, you still didn’t know what to tell him. You hated how you felt, and what you hated even more is how you are making him feel. 

After making yourself another cup of tea, you remembered that day you stayed up with Chris, making him endless cups of herbal tea to help with a bad flu he caught a few weeks back. You laughed a little to yourself when you remembered him returning the favor when you caught the flu right after he did. 

And as if like a rushing waterfall, all the memories of you and Chris came flooding in. Whether it was that time you both got sick and looked out for each other, that time he helped you write your thesis, or that time you helped him plant some flowers in the farm. You were there for each other for the best times, and also the worst. 

Every laugh and every tear was connected to Chris, and you felt like your mind and heart finally came to a consensus: Chris really is worth the risk.

You swiftly looked at the clock: 1:26 AM. 

Shit, you thought, Chris flies out in 7 hours to Hawaii. 

Is it too late now to tell him? Should I call? Or maybe text? 

Goddammit, Y/N, you’re not going to confess your feelings technologically. Ah, fuck it. I’m gonna go see him. 

You quickly ran up the stairs, hurled your bedroom door open, and slipped on whatever you could find. Running back downstairs, you open the door and rushed to your car, and you wondered how you could feel butterflies in every part of your body and not just your stomach.

----

Of course, it’s raining like mad right now. 

You thought to yourself, managing to drive fast past the rain-drenched streets. Around 20 minutes later, you struggling to walk up to Chris’s front door. At this point, you couldn’t tell if the struggle was due to the confession you were about to make, or because of the rain that currently made you look like you showered with your clothes on. 

Knock, knock. No answer.

Knock, knock, knock. No answer. Again.

You went on full panic mode, worrying for a second that you must have heard him wrong when he said when he will be leaving. 

Shit, I think he left. NO NO NO. You start banging on the door like a maniac. I swear someone will call the cops on me, but I don’t even care right now. 

Finally, you feel like a sound is coming from the other.

“What the hell? I swear, if you are a disguised paparazzi, I will ca- Y/N?” he opens the door to find you standing there, with rain dripping from every possible end of your clothes. You meet him with a shy smile, and your eyes meet his green ones that have always taken your breath away.

“I thought about it. I thought about it, and I realized-”

“Don’t you wanna come inside at least befo-”

“WAIT LET ME FINISH,” you close your eyes and clench your fists in frustration.

“Oh, Jesus, please continue.” He squared his arms, his eyes widening a little bit as a little chuckle escaped his lips.

You took a deep breath, “I realized that you are worth the risk, Chris. You are worth letting my guard down. Because I know whether it’d be good or bad, you’re the one person I’d want next to me through it all,” and with that you ended your little speech with a small smile, your shaky, cold hands reaching to delicately hold his warm ones. 

You really wanted to hug him, but that would mean your drenched clothes would certainly drench his pajamas as well. You looked up at him to find the smile that you had fallen for form on the lips of the man you love. His green eyes were afire with hope, and his smile quickly turned into a grin when he met your eyes. 

Rather abruptly, Chris pulled your hand, causing your figure to crash onto his. The tight embrace reminded you of the one he gave you back at your place, only this one felt warmer regardless of the fact that you were shivering from the cold.

“You’re shivering, Y/N,” he whispered gently, squeezing your waist a little with his hands.

“Yeah, at this point I don’t know if it’s from the cold or because I was shit scared of you leaving or changing your mind,” you laughed a little, scurrying your face away in his chest.

“I would never,” Chris stated, pulling away a little bit to take a good look at your face. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he suddenly blurted, his expression quite perplexed, “I intended to not say that and keep in my thoughts, but I guess my brain to mouth coordination isn’t functioning ri-”

You decided to cut him off by crashing your lips on his, your arms slowly wrapping around his neck while his find their way around your figure. The kiss was so sweet, like every bit of time you hid your feelings from each other decided to convey itself through this kiss. Chris could feel your smile through the kiss, making him more confident that you are sure about your feelings toward him, which made him hold you tighter as the seconds went by. 

In desperate need for oxygen (and a blanket maybe), you slowly started pulling away, your faces only inches apart. 

Chris gives you a relaxed smile and says, “So, hot chocolate with marshmallows on top?”

“Ugh, you know me too well. But don’t you need to rest for tomorrow’s flight?”

“Hmm, I guess I can ask them to book me a flight for another day,” he gives places a gentle peck on your cheek, his arm wrapped around you as he closes his house’s door.