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“What the Fuck is Going On?” ~ Zabdiel/Chris

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Summary: You and your boyfriend have just broken up before your big trip to Puerto Rico. Frustrated, you bring your friend along who encourages you to have a summer fling, little did you know just how deep you would end up. Seven years later you’re left with a child and no way of contacting your summer fling until he walks in to your new boyfriends apartment.

You were wearing your favourite dress when your best friend dragged you to some house party in Puerto Rico. You were there for a girls holiday. You were meant to be travelling with your boyfriend but he decided to break up with you a week before your trip. So your best friend quickly replaced him.

“How did you even get invited to a house party? We don’t know anyone here!” you laughed as she took your hand leading you through the front door.

She had met a group of guys when ordering coffee earlier in the day and scored an invite. Meeting Zabdiel happened in slow motion. You were leaning against a wall chatting with your friend and a few guys when you saw him dancing in the middle of the room. Captivated by him you watched him while sipping on your drink through a straw. You hadn’t realised how long you had been staring until your friend nudged you.

“Go talk to him!” she encouraged you. You rolled your eyes, you had only been single for two weeks and here she was palming you off to someone else. “Come on. One quick hump and dump! It’s perfect!”

You rolled your eyes but as you looked back to Zabdiel, you had caught him staring at you. He was tall with blonde hair and stark dark eyebrows. You blushed under his gaze and tried to tear your eyes away from him but you were trapped as he walked over to you. The night went by so quickly. He introduced himself and the next thing you remember was ripping his shirt open in your hotel room. He had spoken in English for most of the night but as soon as you started touching each other, he couldn’t help but let the Spanish fall from his lips. It was a long night and you didn’t fall asleep into the early hours of the morning. When you had woken up, you expected to be alone but you felt tight arms around you and you couldn’t pull away. Grumbling as you struggled to move from him, Zabdiel let go lightly.

“Sorry.” he mumbled as you moved away.

You sat up in the bed. “That’s okay.” Reaching over you grabbed your phone checking in on your friend.

“Do you have much on today?” he asked sitting up with you. He spoke slowly making sure that he was making sense when he spoke in English.

You were unsure why he was still there, it was supposed to be one night. You didn’t want him to think this was anything more than that. Letting the thoughts rush out of your head, deeming yourself as dramatic you smiled up at him. You began reciting your itinerary but Zabdiel shook his head, “No. You shouldn’t go there.”

“What?” you asked surprised.

“I don’t know if this is out of line,” he shrugged, “but I can be your tour guide or something. I know what you should see. After all, I'm from Puerto Rico.” You remembered the smile he gave you because it hit you in your chest.

“Y-yeah. That sounds good.”

You had three weeks left of your trip. The entire three weeks were spent with Zabdiel. Quickly you were both wrapped up in a holiday romance. Both of you knew where you stood, it was sex and company. Once you would jump on your plane home, that was it. You were done. You had discussed the rule that you would delete each other's numbers once you said goodbye at the end of your trip and refused to share any social media. He picked you up in your hotel every morning and took you and your friend around with the guy that she had slept with that night.

You hadn’t expected your feelings for Zabdiel to grow so rapidly in the three weeks. The first week was casual, he had an arm around your shoulders as he showed you around the city. It was late into the night when you thought you might have feelings for Zabdiel. You had just had sex for the third time that night when he stood up to grab a snack.

“It’s a hotel Zab, I don’t have snacks.” you laughed slipping a dress over yourself.

You weren’t wearing anything underneath and Zabdiel walked over to you, his hands wandering underneath your dress so he could grab your ass. Resting your head in his chest you blushed as he hit your ass lightly.

“Come on,” he smiled pulling away, “room service.” Lifting up the menu the both of you looked through it finding something to suppress your appetite. As he flipped through the pages, you watched him. The street lights entered the hotel room through the window brightening his face as he concentrated on the options. Looking at him, you thought to yourself, if this was another time in another place maybe this would be more than what it was. Zabdiel caught you staring at him and smirked, “you like the view?”

“Only a little,” you joked, moving to snatch the menu from his hands. Zabdiel laughed at you before reciting his order. As you flicked through the pages, he moved to the shower before you called to order.

The second week with Zabdiel, you barely saw your friend. The both of you choosing to spend time with your holiday flings instead. Beach trips, picnics and dates filling up all your time.

“I’ve never really done this before,” Zabdiel commented, as he laid a towel out on the sand.

“Gone to the beach?” you asked bewildered.

He laughed, “No. I don’t really do dates.” Rolling over onto his stomach, he supported himself on his forearms as you laid on your back. Your arm rested on your forehead, in an attempt to shield the sun.

“You don’t do dates?”

His face scrunched together almost in disgust. “I’m not really looking for anything serious so what’s the point in dating, you know?”

You knew that you weren’t going to enter a long distance relationship but his statement still hit you in the heart.

“Yeah, I know. Instead,” you began joking as you leaned forward. Your face almost pressed to his, “Instead, you rather find girls on holidays that you can have quick flings with.”

Zabdiel laughed leaning in forward for a kiss. Sharing a sweet and passionate kiss, Zabdiel pulled away. “This quick fling is turning out to be a lot better than I thought,” he looked down to your lips biting his own.

“You’re just sweet talking to me.” you grumbled pushing his shoulder.

In your second week with Zabdiel, you began learning about the real him. At least that’s what you thought. He spoke about his parents divorce, how he doesn’t want to get married and that he has never been in love and never thinks he will be. You listened to everything he had to say, sharing your own opinions about love and life.

“So you really think you will get married one day?” he asked with his head resting on your legs as you relaxed on the couch.

“Yeah I really do. Love is real. Why wouldn’t it be?” Stroking his hair behind his ear you looked down to him.

“I don’t think it’s that it isn’t real,” he commented, looking up at you. “I just think it comes and goes. I’ll never fall in love. It just ends in pain.”

You grabbed his chin affectionately, “you’re just too cynical,” you joked.

In your third week, things became bitter sweet. You were excited to be spending time with Zabdiel but knew that your time together was coming to a rapid end. Sadly, he picked you up outside your hotel, his arms wide as you walked into them. You didn’t want him to know how upset you were, worried he would pull away as soon as he sensed your real feelings. As much as you knew that you had real feelings, a big part of you was hoping that as soon as you arrived home you would move on from your summer romance. Zabdiel looked at you with the same sad eyes you had.

“One more week.” he said meekly. You didn’t respond, instead you just pouted sadly. Zabdiel smiled back at you. “We better make the most of it.” he winked, taking your hand.

You didn’t realise that you could fall in love with someone in just three weeks but you did. You were so in love with Zabdiel but you hadn’t realised it just yet. Another few days passed when the feelings hit you all at once. It was late at night when you were eating at a restaurant with Zabdiel. He had walked off to head to the bathroom when you reached for your phone. You had to tell your friend how you felt.

‘I think I’m in love. Genuinely in love. What do I do?’

She suggested you speak to Zabdiel about keeping his number, staying in contact if either of you are in the same place again one day but you aren’t sure you have the confidence to propose the idea. As you packed on your final day in Puerto Rico, Zabdiel offered to keep you company. Shuffling through your drawers, you heard your phone beep next to him.

“Can you check that?” you asked.

Zabdiel took your phone and began reading the message when you realised it might be your friend. Worried he might see your confession only a few texts above, you quickly leaped over. Zabdiel cleared his throat uncomfortably and you knew that he had seen it. You snatched the phone checking your own message as Zabdiel stood up acting normal but both of you could feel the tension in the room. Responding to the text you received, you moved back to your bags folding more clothes.

Zabdiel moved towards your crouched position on the floor, pulling you up so you were standing. He looked at you smirking and for a brief moment you thought he might confess that he felt the same way. He looked into your eyes and you swear if he had told you he loved you, you would have cried but instead he grabbed your legs lifting you so you were wrapped around him. Pulling you to the bed, he diffused the tense situation with sex. You told yourself he hadn’t seen the messages, if he did surely he would have said something. After that, you refused to entertain the idea that you might ask him to stay in contact. If he wanted to be with you, he could have made the move but you knew where he stood on relationships and there was nothing else to it.

As you waited in front of the departure gate, Zabdiel held your face, his forehead pressed to yours. You so desperately wanted to tell him how you felt but you didn’t want to ruin the last three weeks with real emotions. Your best friend tugged on your shirt after saying her goodbyes but Zabdiel tightened his grip. You had tears in your eyes and in an attempt to cover how you felt you wiped them as soon as they fell hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“This is it, huh?” you smiled but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

Zabdiel looked down at you, his heart breaking. He had never felt this before and just nodded in response. Unsure of exactly how to explain just how much he meant to you, you grabbed his face giving him the most passionate kiss of your life before quickly pulling away and turning to the gate. You kept telling yourself, ‘don’t turn around, don’t turn around,’ but you couldn’t help yourself. As you turned, Zabdiel was right behind you, your face brightened with excitement hoping that this would be the great confession.

Zabdiel cleared his throat uncomfortably, “my number,” he said.

“What?” you questioned.

“My number,” he repeated pointing to your phone, “I already deleted yours.”

“Oh, right.” Pulling out your phone you began to find his contact in your phone. Looking at the delete contact button on your phone for a little too long, you press the button. “All done.” you grumbled slightly annoyed and turned one final time. Before you could run away Zabdiel was grabbing your hand and pulling you in for one final kiss.

“I’ll never forget you.” he mumbled.

His sweet comment had almost erased what he had just made you do and you said the only thing that you truly felt, “Never.”

You had only been home for a few days when you realised your period was late. You hadn’t had your period in almost two months but you were always skipping months and you had thought it was just your body being unpredictable. Concern washed over you when your friend suggested you were pregnant but you refused to believe it. How could you be pregnant? You had been so careful during your trip. Your friend stood with you while you took the test. As soon as the test came back positive you made an appointment with a doctor. The doctor predicted you had conceived the baby between the dates a few weeks earlier. Coinciding with your time in Puerto Rico and your face paled. You had no way to contact Zabdiel to tell him he was the father of your child. He had destroyed his ability to know when he forced you to delete his number.

You wanted to honor your daughter's father so you called her Zoelle. Seven years had passed when you met Chris. It was your friend's birthday and you had to bring Zoelle along after her babysitter cancelled at the last minute. As soon as you walked in, Zoelle ran off into the apartment playing around with some of the toys she had left last time she visited. Chris immediately spotted the seven year old at the adult party and crouched down to her level, playing with her instead of hanging out with everyone else for most of the night.

“What’s your name hermosa?”

“I’m Zoelle.” she smiled, “this is Madison.” She showed Chris her doll proudly.

“Nice to meet you Madison.”

“Do you want to play with me and Madison?” your daughter offered.

You had been distracted by your friend and when you heard Zo trying to trap him into a game so you squatted down. “Honey, I’m sure that,” you looked to Chris, “sorry, what was your name?”

“It’s Chris mum!” your daughter whined.

Chris laughed at Zoelle while you looked at her in surprise. She normally didn’t have so much attitude, “I’m sure that Chris doesn’t want to play with Madison. Why don’t I play with you and Madison?” you offered trying to let Chris off.

“I can play with Madison.” he nodded. “I’m sure you don’t get to hang out with friends. Always busy with this little one,” he smiled ruffling Zoelle’s hair. “Go on. I got her.” You were apprehensive at first. Nervous to leave your daughter with a stranger but you were in your friend's apartment and would be only a few feet away.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” he smiled, taking Madison from Zo’s hands.

You hadn’t realised how much time had passed when you rushed back towards them. It had been almost two hours but you were so happy to be talking to your friends without Zoelle’s prying ears that you had taken advantage of the situation.

“Thanks for looking after her,” you smiled. “I didn’t mean to leave you with her for so long.”

“No. No. We had fun. Right Zo?” he smiled down tapping her nose.

“So much fun mama!” she jumped into your arms excited. “Can Chris come over to play sometime?”

“Oh I’m sure Chris is busy.” you laughed.

“I’m not that busy.” he shrugged.

Your friend was close behind you, taking Zoelle in her arms. “Hi my angel. I haven’t seen you all night!” she smiled walking off.

You were left alone with Chris, “oh did you want to come over and play with her?” you asked puzzled by his response.

“Well if it means I can see you again.” he flirted.

Your face turned red. You hadn’t been hit on in a while and usually when guys did hit on you, they weren’t aware you were a single mother.

“Oh,” you said out of surprise.

“Maybe next week sometime?” he asked.

“Mmmhmm. I’ll um, give you my number?”

“Yeah.” he nodded smiling.

That was the start of you and Chris. He came over a week later bringing you a large bunch of roses and a small bunch for Zoelle. Instantly, he gained a few brownie points for his sweet gesture.

“These are for you,” he offered, passing you the flowers.

“You didn’t have to bring anything.” you blushed as you moved to find a vase.

Before he could respond, Zoelle was tugging on his jeans pulling him to her play corner. You didn’t have a spare chance to talk to him until she fell asleep in the middle of watching a film with her head in his lap. You made a move to pick her up but Chris held your hands back.

“I got her.” he smiled lifting her with a hand under her legs and another under her head. Leading him to her bedroom, you watched him settle her onto the bed before wrapping her tightly under the blankets. Once you had shut the door closed, Chris looked at you smiling. “Is it wrong that I was hoping she would fall asleep? I wanted to have a chance to talk with you alone. I felt weird hitting on her mum in front of her.”

You chuckled at his comment. “I don’t think it’s wrong,” you blushed. “Do you want dessert?” You had strategically made sure not to offer dessert when Zo was around hoping that you could make Chris stick around longer after she had gone to sleep. Luckily for you, he didn’t need much convincing. The two of you sat together on the couch, stuffing your face with a frozen apple pie that you shoved in the oven and some ice cream. Chris burst into laughter. “What?” you asked, becoming self-conscious. Leaning over he wiped your nose showing you his finger that had ice cream and cinnamon on it. “Oh gosh,” you blushed embarrassed.

“It’s cute.” he commented.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, putting your bowl down. “Tell me more about this band?”

“Right so,” he started going into the entire story from La Banda to now.

“And you just met these guys on the show?” you asked, surprised.

“Mmhmm. They’re like my brothers. All of them.” he nodded, taking another spoonful of dessert, “Tell me about being a mother.”

“Wow. I haven’t had a date in years because I’m a mother and here you are wanting to know more about it. I’m suspicious,” you joked.

Chris laughed, “come on,” he urged.

“I was young when I went on a trip with my friend. We had met these guys and I guess it was just a big holiday romance,” you tried to skim over the parts about Zabdiel. Your relationship with him had always felt like ‘the one who got away’ and reminiscing hurt you more than it should. “We exchanged numbers when we were there but we deleted each other’s numbers just before I jumped on the plane. I came back home and found out I was pregnant. I was really surprised. I knew I had to have the baby. I think I was being selfish. Almost like wanting to hold onto the romance with something so permanent.” you confessed. Clearing your throat uncomfortably, you muttered, “I’ve never told anyone that.”

Chris moved closer, “keep going.”

“Uhh. I had Zo and that was it. My whole life became about her. I never wanted anything different, you know? I didn’t care about dating or finding someone.”

“Do you still not care about finding someone?” he asked for his own benefit.

The both of you were sitting so close to each other, you were surprised that you hadn’t turned into your high school self who would giggle as soon as a guy was touching you.

“I think as she grew older I realised that I still want to find someone. Just someone who loves her as much as they love me.”

You were surprised you were being so open with Chris. It had been years since you were this open with anyone let alone someone you were attracted to. You wanted to make a move to kiss him but you weren’t sure what to do. Before you could come up with anything, Chris looked down to your lips.

“You still have some ice cream on your face.” he smiled.

Your face turned red again, “oh gosh, where?” you began wiping your cheeks in an attempt to get rid of any food.

“I got you,” he smiled leaning forward, a hand settling on your cheek so he could bring you closer. Chris pressed his lips to yours, kissing you so softly it barely felt like you were kissing. In a desperate plea for more you pushed yourself against him further.

That was all it took for you to open yourself up completely to Chris. You had spent almost every day together after that. He would come over to surprise Zo and play with her but he was under strict rules not to kiss you infront of her.

“I just don’t want to introduce you as anything more than a friend for now,” you explained.

Chris completely understood your reasons and accepted them without question. Chris had always been understanding of your pressures and responsibilities as a single mother. One day, you were cleaning up after Zo, the stresses of being a single mother overwhelming you when your doorbell rang. Rushing to the door, your hair was up and you were still in your pajamas. Chris was on the other side of the door with some balloons for Zo. You were surprised and almost shut the door in his face, embarrassed by your appearance.

“Surprise!” he smiled excited. He wasn’t expecting your reaction when you burst into tears. The day had been stressful and seeing Chris was a release of all your pent up emotions. “Hey, hey princesa. What’s wrong?”

You had been dating for a month at this point and you wished the ground could have swallowed you whole.

“N-nothing. I’m being silly.” you sobbed.

“Mama?” Zo asked, appearing behind you.

You kept your back to her, not wanting her to see you cry. Quickly, Chris bounced into action.

“There’s my favourite girl!” he widened his arms and she ran towards him. “Look what I bought you.” he tied the balloons to her wrist and her smile was so bright, he could feel his heart melt. “Why don’t we watch a movie, yeah? Why don’t you go choose one, me and your mum will come soon okay?”

“Okay!” she smiled running off, the balloons trailing behind her.

Standing up from his crouched position, you turned to him letting him pull you into his arms. Kissing the top of your head, his breath fanned down your back calming you down.

“Are you okay?” he asked, rubbing the back of your head with his large palm.

“I haven’t even showered today. I just need a break.” you sobbed. “You’re here and I look like a tragic mess.”

“You look beautiful.” he smiled. “Go get ready. I’ll watch her.”

“Are you sure?”

“You don’t have to do this alone. Not anymore. Take a bath. Go relax.”

It was the first time you really thought maybe you could fall in love with Chris. The last man you had been in love with was Zabdiel and it had been years ago. It was pathetic that you still cared so deeply for him. Chris was beginning to tear him away from your heart and you were grateful. You had rapidly begun growing concerned that Zo would figure out something was happening between the two of you. Chris constantly reminded you she was too young to even consider it.

“Babygirl, she’s seven!” he laughed.

He had pulled you into the hallway, pushed you against the wall and kissed you while Zo was watching a movie in the other room.

“What if she catches us?” you ask.

“I’ll say I was doing CPR,” he shrugged, leaning down to kiss you again. Giggling you grabbed his shirt letting him run his hands down your body. “I was thinking,” he said, his lips still moving with yours.

“Mmm?” you responded.

“The boys are all flying in next week, maybe you could meet them.”

You pulled away, “you want me to meet your friends?”

“Yeah I do.” he spoke proudly.

“Okay.” you smiled brightly.

“Mama!” Zo called out. Chris leaped away from you and the two of you moved back to the room to see what she needed.

A week had passed and before you knew it, it was time to meet Chris’ friends. You had made your best friend come over to help you choose an outfit.

“What does it matter what you wear?” she laughed.

“I want his friends to think I’m hot so that Chris is proud.” you smiled.

Your friend rolled her eyes but stood up to help you. Chris picked you up driving you back to his apartment while your friend looked after Zo for the night so that you could go out without worrying about her. Zo almost loved your best friend as much as she loved you so you knew that she wouldn’t mind being left alone with her.

“You know Zo could have come? Richard has a daughter too, they would have loved her there.”

“I know,” you nodded. “Richard’s one of your bandmates?”

“Mmhmm.” You were helping Chris plate up some food when the doorbell rang, “I got it,” he mumbled. You heard their voices greet each other excitedly. The four boys were meant to be arriving together. “I missed you!” Chris shouted. The boys all laughed as you nervously walked over to them.

“This must be the girl!” Richard smiled.

Joel and Erick introduced themselves quickly when you realised one was missing.

“Where’s Zabdiel?” Chris asked.

Your face fell at the name. “Zabdiel?” you questioned.

“I told you there’s four.”

“Mmhmm. Yep.” you smiled brushing off the effect of hearing his name. You knew it wouldn’t be your Zabdiel. How could it be possible? You had been surprised to hear his name but continued your conversation with Joel and Erick as Richard explained that Zabdiel had been running late and said he would drive himself.

You were sitting on the couch. It happened in slow motion. The doorbell rang and you stood up with the rest of the boys. You were looking at Richard and talking as all of you walked to the door. You were engrossed in the conversation but still needed to greet Chris’ friend Zabdiel. After all, they were all here to meet you. You heard his voice before you saw him.

Richard’s voice faded into nothing when Zabdiel said, “hey, el verdadero bebe.”

Your head snapped over to him and you could feel your walls crashing around you. Here he was. Zabdiel. The man you had been pining after for years standing in front of you at your boyfriend's apartment. Your boyfriend was introducing you to the father of your child.

“Ayyyy!” Chris laughed pulling him in for a hug.

As Zabdiel wrapped his arms around Chris, he looked past his shoulder briefly seeing all the boys. His eyes skimmed past you and quickly back in surprise. He pulled away from Chris rushing to you, the boys looked puzzled as he grabbed your shoulders and hugged you.

“My gosh,” he breathed out, “What are you doing here? I thought I would never-” he stopped himself as he looked around the room at everyone's faces. He saw the awkwardness of the boys and his desperate eyes saw you looking at him in shock, unsure what to do.

Chris walked to your side putting an arm around your shoulders, “do you know each other?”

Zabdiel’s face fell as he looked between you both, finally putting together all the pieces of the puzzle.

“We’re here to meet your girlfriend. Th-This is your girlfriend?”

“Yeah.” Chris responded. You were still in shock, looking at him unable to move. “How do you two know each other?” he asked again.

Before you could answer Zabdiel did for you. “Uhh, we met when she was in Puerto Rico like seven or eight years ago, right?” he asked.

You knew Chris was about to put the pieces of the puzzle together but all you could do was watch. Zabdiel smiled pretending that everything was normal but the look in his eyes proved to everyone there was more to the story. Chris took a step away from you in shock as he looked back and forth between you and Zabdiel. He pointed a finger between the two of you.

“Zoelle.” he uttered out. You turned to face Chris but you weren’t sure what to do. Your hands shaking with all the emotions flowing through your body. Anger, hurt, relief, love. “Zoelle is seven.”

“Who’s Zoelle?” Richard asked.

Chris looked into your eyes as he spoke, “Zoelle is Zabdiel’s child.”

“What?” Zabdiel asked, turning to you.

You couldn’t breath and you began hyperventilating. An anxiety attack crashing down on you. “I-I can’t do this.”

Chris knew that there was no way you would have known that his best friend Zabdiel was the Zabdiel you knew but that didn’t make it hurt any less. The other boys watched on but the three of you ignored them all.

“Tell me what he’s talking about.” Zabdiel demanded.

“Zabdiel was your holiday romance, wasn’t he?” Chris asked.

As your breathing fastened and the apartment began to tighten around you, your thoughts were racing. Unsure how to speak, you clasped at the air signalling that you needed water as your open mouth struggled to find the words. Richard quickly passed you his glass and you sipped it slowly.

“Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?” Zabdiel almost shouted.

“Maybe we should go.” Erick commented.

You wanted to make a good impression tonight but this night changed very quickly. Looking between the two men, you began to find the words. You had to speak to one of them at a time. You couldn’t address them both. So you turned to Zabdiel. You had been thinking about this moment for years. What you would say. How you would react.

“Zabdiel,” you breathed out a tear falling from your eyes, “when I got back home from Puerto Rico, I found out I was pregnant.” The shock on his face made you grow angry but you knew this wasn’t his fault.

Before you could continue, he snapped out, “And you never fucking told me?”

“What?” you asked.

“Did you even try to tell me?”

Chris watched the interaction unsure how to act. You were angry. Too angry. The last seven years worth of anger that you had ever felt built up inside of you. Richard could sense you on the verge of exploding and ushered the other boys away. “Let’s leave them for a minute.” he said to Chris, pulling him towards Chris’ bedroom. The four boys were stuck in the room while your eyes squinted in anger.

“Are you kidding me?” you asked. “How was I supposed to do that? You made me delete your number!”

“You really deleted it?” he asked, surprised.

“What? You made me. I did it in front of you.”

“I-I just thought you would have had it saved somewhere else. I still have your number, why wouldn’t you have mine?”

“You still have my number and you just never called me?” you asked, raising your voice in anger.

“If you wanted to stay in contact you would never have deleted my number!” he argued back.

“I did it because you didn’t want a relationship!”

“How do you know what I wanted?”

“You said that!”

“I SAID THAT BEFORE I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU!”

��HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH ME?” You shouted pushing his chest aggressively as tears began running down your face. Zabdiel stumbled backwards, almost hitting the furniture behind him.

“YOU KNOW FOR A FACT I LOVE YOU!” he yelled after regaining his composure.

“You love me?” you whispered out.

“Loved.” he said again. “You know for a fact I loved you.” he corrected himself.

“Yeah well, you ruined any ideas of us being together when you completely ignored what you saw on my phone. Do you remember that? When you saw me confess my love and just acted like it was nothing. What was I supposed to think?” you sobbed out.

“I should have asked you to stay. I know that but I was scared. I didn’t know what love felt like. You knew what I thought about love and marriage. How was I supposed to know you were the love that I never thought I would find! Not a single day has gone by where I haven’t thought about you!” he confesses.

“Love and marriage? Who was talking about marriage? You should’ve tried to figure out how you felt!” you snapped.

In anger, Zabdiel turned around punching the wall behind him creating a whole in the plastered wall. “Fuck,” he grumbled grabbing his fist in pain. You rushed to his side grabbing his hand and looking at the damage. The both of you took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down.

“Do we really have a baby?” he asked as you continued to inspect his hand.

“We do.” you mumbled looking up at him.

“I need to meet my child.” he said

“I can’t just introduce a seven year old to their father!” you scoffed.

“Well figure it out because I have to meet her!” he exclaimed.

You grumbled in anger as you pushed his hand away from you, “I’ve spent the last seven years figuring things out.”

“So what? I don’t get to meet her?”

“I’m not saying that,” you sighed frustrated.

Both of you were shaking unsure of what to do or how to handle the situation. Zabdiel took a step towards you again, his hand moved up to your face and you leaned into his palm with your eyes closed. The familiarity brought you comfort.

“We can figure it out together. You don’t have to do this alone. Not anymore.” Zabdiel smiled. His words reminded you of when Chris had said them not so long ago. You felt trapped between Chris and Zabdiel. Your heart breaking into two as you thought of both men who had been offering you so much. “Maybe you weren’t the one that got away,” he said affectionately. You opened your eyes in surprise at his statement. He began leaning towards you, his face only mere inches from yours. You so desperately wanted him to kiss you but you both pulled away when Chris cleared his throat loudly.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Quickly you both turned your backs away from each other. You looked at Chris, your eyes filling with tears as Zabdiel wiped his tears away running his hands through his hair. Chris looked into your eyes unsure how to feel about his best friend trying to kiss his girlfriend. He understood how much history there was between the two of you but he felt so much for you that he didn’t want this day to destroy everything you had together.

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anninhiliation · 4 years ago

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Last Night

Masterlist Threeways Masterlist

Disclaimer: DON’T COPY MY WORK. YOU DON’T HAVE CONSENT TO DO SO. IF I FIND OUT YOU COPIED MY WRITING, AND ANY OF MY WRITING YOU WONT LIKE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.

Being in a throuple with Zabdiel and Chris made you feel like the luckiest girl alive. On one end you had crazy adventures with Chris and on the other warm relaxing nights with Zabdiel. You always received attention, especially when you needed it the most. Even on tour one of them would always check in on you. Both would Facetime you before you drifted off to sleep every night. The relationship had a seamless flow with rare petty fights and little arguments. Usually brought on by stress and lack of sleep. But tonight was different. It was their last day in town, and you requested the usual tradition of staying in and enjoying each other company one last time. You were feeling a bit needy tonight, craving their attention and affection, already missing them dearly. But they insisted to go out, and as to not to create a fight or argument, you went along. You spent hours doing your hair and makeup, choosing the right outfit for your last night with the boys. You wanted their last night with you to be special, for them to have fun.

Everything was fine until you walked through the doors of the club. It was as if you evaporated into thin air. Chris beelined to the bar and then the dance floor, and as for Zabdiel, you had no idea where he ran off to. It wasn’t what you were expecting, it wasn’t what usually happened when you went clubbing with them. You tried your best to keep a positive attitude, and not to be difficult even though the two of them abandoning you stung. It was as if they forgot that tomorrow morning they had to go to the airport and leave you behind. You ordered yourself, your favorite drink and hung out by the bar.

Maybe they’ll come get me, you thought Maybe they just want to get tipsy first

You leaned on the wooden bar top and scanned the dance floor. You quickly spotted the tall blonde, with his back towards you dancing to the beat.

Or maybe I can go get him first you thought

Smirking you grabbed your drink and went straight towards him, sliding through sweaty bodies and swatting away grabby hands. You finally got close enough to Zabdiel and your heart sank. He was with another girl, dancing with her. His large hands wrapped perfectly around her hips as he guided her to the beat of the music. His face nuzzled into the crook of her neck, whispering something to make her smile.

This has to be a mistake you thought He wouldn’t

You were shocked, to say the least standing across from him, watching as his eyes never left her. The more you watched, trying to reason with what he was doing, the more you felt stuck in your place. But this was more than a friendly dance, more than a meaningless one time dance. You could sense the sexual tension between them and your heart began to crack, ready to fall to pieces. They looked so happy as if Zabdiel wasn’t already someone else’s. He was yours, and only yours. He told you in the past how you were the only one for him. Reassuring you again and again how he only wanted to be with you. Telling you so many times how happy you made him feel. It took you a while, but you recognized the girl, she was an influencer, her face and body were constantly displayed on Fashion Nova. Her YouTube account had over 10 million followers, and her face lit up the room. You finally spotted Chris emerging from the crowd of people and he reached over towards her. Your heart sank shattered into a million pieces.

This is no mistake you thought There is no excuse for this

She was enjoying herself, as Chris held her waist as she grinded against him. Zabdiel in front of her, cupping her face as her fingers lingered around his arms. You chugged your drink, trying to numb your pain as you walked over to them. They still had yet to notice you, as you got closer and closer. It was like they twisted a knife inside you as you watched Chris push the girl’s hair to the side, ready to plant his soft lips against her neck.

“Really?” You huffed crossing your arms as Chris froze in his spot “So is this what the two of you do when you go away on tour?”

Hurt and anger filled your emotions, as they finally noticed you.

“Ne-” Chris went to defend him and Zabdiel but you quickly cut him off

“No, I don't wanna hear it. El menos qué puedes hacer es no mentir. Té vi. Té vi a los dos.” You hissed “You know what? Whatever. The two of you are sleeping downstairs tonight.”

You strutted away, with your tears swelling up, but you refused to break down in a public place. Chris and Zabdiel called out for you, making you move faster. You just wanted to get out of the club as quickly as possible. Which you beat them to it and luckily called down a taxi before they could catch up to you. All you wanted was a moment alone, to collect yourself, collect your thoughts, and emotions. Your luck ran dry the second the taxi parked in front of the apartment complex. Chris and Zabdiel were right behind you rushing out of their taxi the second you stepped foot out of yours.

“Nena wait” Chris pleaded as Zabdiels long limbs caught up with you grabbing your wrist

“Let go!” you yelled louder than you meant for as the tears finally poured down your face

You couldn’t take it anymore, feeling like they were rubbing salt into your wound. You pulled away from Zabdiel as his jaw dropped, his facial expression expressing clear guilt as he watched you cry in front of him. Chris froze in his spot as you turned away. They followed you in the lobby, their heads hung low as you tried to recollect yourself.

“Nena” Zabdiel softly whispered in the elevator “we’re sorry”

“So sorry” Chris chimed in as you felt Zabdiel move, standing right behind you

“Por favor no llores“ Zabdiel sighed heavily pushing back his own tears as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and resting his head on top of yours

The moment was cut short as the elevator reached your floor. The three of you stepped out, with the boys close behind you as you unlocked the front door. You pushed the door wide enough for the two of them to come in as you made your way to the bedroom. You slammed the door shut, locking it as you stepped into the master bathroom. You felt numb and just wanted to pamper yourself a bit and go to bed and talk about it in the morning. You turned on the bath, feeling the warm water run down your fingers. You added your favorite scented soap and sunk in. The warm water wrapped around your body and soothed your muscles. The tears relentlessly streamed down your face as the hurt and betrayal sunk in. You stayed in the tub until your fingers pruned, making you sigh, feeling like you should eventually end the night. You wrapped a towel around your chest, brushed your teeth, and applied your night creams before leaving the bathroom. As you quietly opened the door, you were met with a solemn Chris and Zabdiel patiently waiting for you sitting on the side of the bed.

"You guys are sleeping on the couch. Hablamos mañana pero por ahora no te quiero ver." You stated coldly

"Nena" Chris stood up gingerly approaching you looking at you as if you were going to run at any second

He watched you clutch your towel closer to your body, as he stood face to face with you. His eyes lingering at your hand, as he slowly moved your hair, tucking it behind your ear.

"Can we please talk about it now? No me puedo dormir sabiendo que estas así" his big brown eyes locked with yours as he cupped your face, thumb running along your bottom lip

"There's no excuse for what I saw tonight" you retorted moving your face away looking to the side

"You’re right nena,” Zabdiel said as he stood up “but I want you to know she meant nothing,” he walked towards you standing behind you gently running his fingers up and down your biceps

“We needed her help to promote our new single” Chris added “we were using her for her fame”

Zabdiel’s lips gently danced on the side of your neck, hitting your weakest spots. Bolts of electricity traveled down your nerves and pooled at your core.

“She’s not you hermosa” Chris said “she’ll never be you amor”

Chris gently moved your face to face his. A soft, and guilty expression was smeared across his face.

“Amol déjenos mostrarle que tu sos la unica“ Zabdiel lowly growled in your ear

“Nadie puede reemplazarte nena“ Chris said as his lips crashed onto yours

Your anger slipped away, as Zabdiel whispered sweet nothings into your soft skin. You melted under the kiss with Chris, as he spilled everything words couldn't describe into you. Zabdiel began to nip your neck, as Chris’s kiss turned passionate and hungry. Zabdiel’s large hands roamed your body, practically begging you to loosen your hold on the towel. Your fingers weakened their grip as Zabdiel made it to your shoulders. Your hands reaching up intertwining with Chris’s hair, as Zabdiel grabbed your breasts, lifting them up with his large hands, as he tugged on your nipples making you moan out right into Chris’s mouth. Chris grabbed your hips, pulling you closer as Zabdiel pressed his erection against you. More arousal pooled between your folds as you whined out craving more. Tugging on Chris’s shirt, he quickly broke off the kiss to give into what you wanted. Your hands roamed his torso as you marked his neck.

“Let us make you feel good princesa” Chris groaned

Chris and Zabdiel ushered you to the bed, laying you flat on your back. Chris kneeled between your legs as he marked your inner thighs. You tugged on his locks as Zabdiel leaned over you taking your hardened nipple in his mouth. Your back arched off the bed, pushing more of your soft flesh into Zabdiel. Chris kitten licked your drenched slit and growled

“Tonight it's about you hermosa”

His hands gripped your thighs, holding them open as he reached your swollen clit.

“So sweet preciosa” he groaned as your juices dance around his taste buds

“Chris!” you cried out as you bucked your hips

He forced your hips back down as he began drawing your favorite pattern. Zabdiel paid attention to your other nipple adding on to the stimulation. Your hand laced in Zabdiels bleached locks and tugged as you tugged on Chris’s highlighted locks. You felt your walls open up as Chris slipped in two fingers. He pumped quickly, no wasting any time to send you on cloud nine. He curled his fingers right into your weakest spot.

“Chris!” you screamed out harshly pulling his hair

Your thighs squirmed, making his fingers dig into you on one leg as your free leg rested on his back pulling him closer. Chris’s fingers inside you made the wettest sound coming in and out of your body. Your walls clenched around Chris’s fingers as Zabdiel came up to kiss your lips. Zabdiel’s large hands fondled your breasts as Chris tugged on your clit. Zabdiel swallowed your all moans as a knot built up inside you. The pleasure bundled up until you couldn’t take it anymore. Your thighs trembled, and toes curled so tightly it hurt as you released. Your eyes rolled back as Chris groaned riding out your orgasm. You had no time to recover as Zabdiel and Chris switched places. Zabdiel left a trail of kisses from your lips, down to your jawline, pecking a mark he left under your ear, down the valley of your breasts, past your navel and finally his warm breath fanned over your slit.

“Nena, you’re so sweet prova” Chris growled

Chris cupped your face and kissed your swollen lips, with his lips still shinning in your juices. You could easily taste your sweet juices all over him. You moaned into Chris as Zabdiel teased you. His arms wrapped around your thighs as his mouth showed you no mercy. You knew you weren’t going to last long. You still had yet to recover from your first orgasm and you knew Zabdiel was eager to bring you over the edge. Zabdiel began by spitting right into your slit, quickly mixing in with your arousal. It was so filthy, so raunchy it pulled a loud moan out of you making Zabdiel smirk.

“You like that nena?” he grinned as he teased your slit and spat once again into your folds

You whined out in response and squirmed your thighs, feeling his tongue run up your slit. Chris’s hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly.

“Fuck hermosa that’s so filthy” Chris groaned

Your hand, instinctively wrapped around Chris’s wrist, keeping him close. You were a moaning mess tugging on Zabdiels locks as Chris applied more pressure around your neck.

“Zabdiel!” you cried out as he roughly entered you with two fingers

His longer and thicker fingers gave you a bigger stretch than Chris, and he used more force in massaging your g-spot. His fingers pumped harshly and quickly as he groaned into your clit. Vibrations from his mouth made you moan loudly. Your walls clenched around Zabdiel as a knot quickly built up inside you. He instinctively tugged on your clit one last time, pushing you fully over the edge.

“Fuck!” you screamed out as you reached your second orgasm

Your walls trembled around Zabdiel as he rode you out. Thighs weakly shaking around him. He slowed his movements down as Chris let you go. Zabdiel flipped you over as Chris moved over to stand behind you. You heard the remaining clothes drop to the floor. Soft lips kissed down your spine as a pair of hands wrapped around your hips. You turned your head and watched as Zabdiel slid inside you.

“Fuck nena, you’re so tight,” he groaned as his cock slowly stretched out every inch of your warm wet walls

Your arm reached out and gripped the sheets as you rocked your hips, wanting him to go faster.

“Hold on hermosa” Chris grinned as he toyed with your clit collecting some of your arousal

“For what?” you whined as you rocked your hips faster

“This preciosa,” he growled as Zabdiel pulled out and sat on the bed

Chris ushered you to Zabdiel's lap, letting you sink back down. As you came back up, Chris slid a finger inside you, giving you an extra stretch. You moaned out as you clenched around them.

“Fuck! Chris” you moaned as your nails dug into Zabdiels shoulders

Chris marked your shoulder and neck as he slowly slid in his middle finger. The cold ring from his middle finger had your eyes rolling back. The contrast from his rings always riled you up, and he knew that.

“You’re so good nena” Chris encouraged

Once you started grinding your hips, Chris knew you were ready for a third finger.

“This is the only pussy that could ever make us happy amol” Zabdiel groaned as he pampered you in soft kisses

Chris slipped in his ring finger and groaned as you moaned loudly. You ran your fingers up to the back of Zabdiel's neck as your back arched. His cock now firmly pressed on your g-spot had your breathing hitch.

“Christopher!” you cried out and then weakly crying out “Zabdiel”

Your walls slowly adjusted to the bigger stretch. Zabdiel stayed still, as Chris waited for you to give the go-ahead. You began moving your hips, grinding down on them making them groan out. Zabdiel’s tip with each movement massaged your weakest spot making you moan more and more.

“Fuck nena ready for more?” Chris grinned as he kissed the top of your shoulder, giving you a little purple-red cloud

“Dame lo” you whimpered excited to be completely stuffed

Clenching Zabdiel's shoulders in anticipation as Chris pulled out of you. He spit on his hard cock, giving it a few strokes before slowly burying it in your pussy inch by inch.

“Chris!” You cried out as you felt the head of his cock slip inside you

Once you had him fully inside you, they stayed still waiting for you to fully adjust. This was the most they have ever stretched you You slowly rocked your hips after the slight pain turned to pleasure.

“Oh my god” you moaned

They followed your lead, slowly rolling their hips grunting with every movement.

“Fuck nena this is so hot” Chris grinned as he nipped your ear lobe

You moaned as your walls fluttered around them. Zabdiel kissed you passionately, as he whispered sweet nothings.

“No paren” you whined as you tried to go faster

Sensitivity began creeping in as you moved your hips faster. With two cocks fully inside you, your g-spot was shown no mercy- especially by Zabdiel. With the pleasure building up and intensifying you craved more. You wanted to be pushed over the edge one last time.

“Dame mas” you whined as you ground your hips down and nipped Zabdiel’s weakest spot on his neck

“Whatever you want hermosa” Chris groaned as they both rolled their hips quicker

Skin slammed agaisnt skin, as your breasts bounced. Chris laced his hand between your folds, pinching your sore clit, making you scream out.

“That’s it nena, don't hold anything back let us hear your pretty moans” Chris encouraged marking your neck

Zabdiel marked your breasts, taking your hardened bud and pulling with his teeth as your other hardend nipple rubbed against him. Your back arched as you ran your fingers down Zabdiel’s arms, leaving little red trails. Walls clenching both cocks as the pleasure built up into a familiar knot.

“Fuck nena” Zabdiel groaned, feeling your walls squeeze him tightly

Your words losing their coherency, as your thighs began to tremble.

“Cum nena” Chris growled as he roughly drew your favorite pattern

Your knot snapped, juices spraying everywhere as you squirted over them. Your breathing hitched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. They weren’t far behind you, giving you a few more thrusts before cumming inside you. They pulled out, leaving you over stuffed in their juices. Zabdiel walked into the bathroom getting a towel, as Chris pulled you on top of him.

“Come here Nena” he smiled “you were so good tonight”

Your head rested on his chest as his arm protectively wrapped around you.

You hummed as you traced his dragon tattoo.

“You know we still need to talk about what happened at the club” you stated as you looked up at him

Zabdiel finally came back with a damp wash cloth and gently wiped away the excess cum dripping out of you.

“Tienes todo el derecho estar enojada amol“ Zabdiel said as he threw the cloth in the hamper “we should have told you, we were planning on using her”

“Joel found out she has a little crush on Zabdiel and we figured we could use that to get her to promote our single” Chris added in

“solamente queremos a ti” Zabdiel said as he laid his head on your stomach intertwining his limbs with yours

“How far would the two of you gone tonight if I didn't stop it?” you asked as your other hand toyed with Zabdiels locks

“We would never cheat on you nena” Chris quickly responded

“We were just going to tease her Amol” Zabdiel added as he drew soft circles on your thigh

Your body's exhaustion began to catch up with you as your eyelids grew heavy. You continued asking questions, as you rested your eyes shut. You don’t remember the last question, or the response. All their answers sincere and honest as they added in sweet nothings every chance they got. You were the first to wake up the next morning, still intertwined with their limbs and their arms wrapped around you. Looking over at the clock, you knew you only had fifteen more minutes of admiring both of them before they had to rush to the airport. And you savored those few minutes as much as possible, already missing mornings like these.

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Anon: Can you do another Zabdiel and Chris poly relationship one?? The first was so good. Maybe a little angsty this time. Like they keep paying attention to some model or something and they basically ignore you cause they are distracted so you go back to your hotel room so sad but they realize they fucked up and make it up to you... with hot rough and dirty sex of course lol

A/N: Thank you Riley @cnc-oh-boi for the sharing pussy idea sfsfhsf

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adxre-dejesus · 4 years ago

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2:47 p.m.

A/N: aaaa my first one-shot on here! please feel free to leave constructive criticism and/or send a request for an imagine. While this isn’t necessarily an imagine, i hope y’all enjoy it! (i drafted this on docs so the format is a little weird, sorry)

Word count: 1194

Warnings: allusions to d*ath / Angst, and just a little bit of fluff.

I open my eyes to the rumbling thunder sounding outside my window, jolting me awake. The trees shook viciously outside, throwing brittle, warm toned leaves to the ground and splattered drops of rain onto the glass. I stared at the clear glass vase on my nightstand with wilting white and yellow flowers caught in my line of sight. The nightstand filled with fallen, dried up petals, dirty tissues, not allowing whatever thank you note accompanying the arrangement to see the light of day.

I rolled my eyes and shifted over to lay on my backside. Now facing the ceiling, I’m met with assorted helium balloons. The helium-filled foil clinging to the ceiling lets me know mom must have brought them in while asleep. “Get Well Soon” I scoffed reading the decorative balloons, not finding any purpose in them -- other than being a pollutant.

Sighing, I sat up and pulled the comforter off the top half of my body. Wincing at the pressure burning in my left side, I lean over, reaching for my phone. I let out a deep breath as the pain drifted away when I sat back up. I turn my screen over to check the time, the bright screen reading 2:47 p.m.

It hasn’t occurred to me to change my lockscreen picture to avoid fighting back tears every time I glance at my phone. It was set to a picture that animated on command. I pressed down on the bottom corner of the phone to bring the screen to life.

The video began with Chris moving away from the propped up phone, running back over to where I was standing with his skateboard. He ran up, putting a hand on my shoulder, the other reaching for the end of the board closest to the concrete

“Acuéstalo.” I leaned down, placing the opposite end of the board on the ground. I looked back up for further instructions, only to be met with Chris holding his arm out. I took it, and we exchanged a smile, followed by a light-hearted giggle from Chris.

“Ahora, sube este pie” he nudged my foot with his own, and I placed my left foot onto the board.

“Okay, vas a subir el otro pie y te apoyes aquí en mi brazo” he steps to stand in front of me and the board with both his arms out for me to grab onto. Looking up at Chris for his approval, with the bounce of his swooped highlighted hair from a nod, I brought myself onto the board and balanced myself with his forearms.

“You’re a skater girl!” Chris shouted with a wide smile, startling nearby park-goers.

“I’m a skater girl!” I mimicked him. A strong gust of wind blew our way, sending chills down my spine. I brought my hand up to my face to move my hair that was now scattered in front of my eyes. With another blast of wind, I lost my balance and in the blink of an eye I went down, bringing Chris with me, the skateboard rolling off to the side.

Chris landed on my lap and we both burtsed out into a loud, uncontrollable laughter

Wiping away the trail of fallen tears, I place the phone back on the nightstand and turn over, back into the dip that has formed in my bed over the past month. Just as I begin to close my eyes, my door flies open. I look up and see Mila standing in the doorway, arms crossed and a small frown on her face.

“Jess” she drags off looking around the room and scrunching her nose. Mila sighs, putting her purse on the dresser nearest to the door, coming over my way, sitting on a clear space on the bed, by my side. Dreading the conversation I know is coming, I groan and pull my comforter over my head.

“Jess, don’t start.” Mila yanks the covers back down and puts a hand on my shoulder. “Hun, i know you’re in pain right now, but you can’t just stay in here forever. I know you’re hurting and I'm sorry that I don’t know what to say to make it hurt less. What I can do is take you out of here and remind you that there’s still a whole world out there waiting for you to go out and keep moving forward.”

“No there isn’t!” i shoot up, “You don’t understand, it’s as if i were in the car with him, i’m crushed. Except I'm still here, and I have to live with the fact, the pain, knowing he’s not here anymore. Knowing there’s nothing I can do to make it stop hurting. To bring him back. It should have been me.”

“Je-“

I shove Mila’s arm away from my shoulder. Hot, uncontrollable tears streaming down my face, “It should have been me! He should be here! He had a future waiting for him. College, a job; he was supposed to have signed the lease for his first apartment last Tuesday. He was the only thing I had.”, I choked out a sob, “And now he’s gone.”

Bringing my forearm to my face, I wiped away tears and stray hairs. Mila has never been the best at consoling, yet she pulls me into an embrace, letting my ragged breathing disappear into her washed-out rolling stones t-shirt.

We stay like this for what seems like hours until I've calmed down. Mila pulls away, her now soggy curls removing themselves from my flushed cheeks. I keep my eyes down, gliding my hands in my lap, and trying to contain the sniffles still in my system.

“I think,” Mila breaks the silence, ”we should talk about this a little more, relieve you of a bit from all that you’re keeping in. What do you say?” I nodded, pulling my sleeve over my fist and rubbing my eyes. “Alright, how about we go down to Judy’s for some coffee and we can just talk about whatever you feel comfortable with?” I nod again, remembering the strong scent of coffee and toast, mixed with the cool air in our local diner. Mila gets up from the bed and walks back over to the dresser by the door.

“Take your time to get ready, i'll wait for you downstairs, then we’ll head out” Mila gives a gentle smile, grabbing her purse and walking out of the room, closing the door behind her. I get out from under the duvet and swing my legs over the side of the bed, my feet grazing dirty tissues scattered on the carpet. I refrain from thinking too much about the outing and instead stand up, stepping into the slides on the floor by my bed.

I pulled on a random sweatshirt from the edge of my bed along with my phone, reaching for the doorknob. Before I went out the door, I paused to look at the framed picture of Chris and I, looking into the same brown eyes I know would want me to take this step on. With a deep exhale and a nod, I continued forward.

#christopher velez #cnco #cnco imagine #cnco angst #cnco fluff #joel pimentel #richard camacho #erick brian colon #zabdiel de jesus #christopher velez imagine #christopher velez fluff #christopher velez angst

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tweetiebirb · 4 years ago

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A taste at Normal life

(A/N) So with Chris being 24 and such I couldn't help but think about him in a relationship. Being engaged to this girl and her being Prego and so on. I wrote this as bullet points since writing a whole fic would just simply be too long for my dyslexic ass to cope

The engagement

· Christopher would put a lot of thought into this

· He would take months to find THE perfect ring

· I see him as the type to ask your parents for your hand in marriage

· The proposal would be simple and private but still romantic

· He’d have the boys set up a picnic on the beach while he was bringing you to the location

· You honestly would think it’s just a cute date he had planned

· But when the sunset is half way done setting, when the sky is filled with beautiful colours he’d get down on one knee and tell you how much he loves you and how you are his person

· You’d probably shed a tear or two

· When he’d finally ask you to marry him you would just feverishly nod your head yes

The wedding

· The wedding would be simple yet romantic

· Christopher would trust you to pick the theme and such since it is your day but the man would still help

· He’s not the type of guy that tells you to pick everything because it’s “Your day” to get out of work. He’s the type to let you make decisions and help make sure they are seen through by putting in a lot of effort

· Aliyah would be flower girl! Have you seen how much Christopher loves her! Of course she would be flower girl

· You guys would write your own vows

· He would definitely cry during the ceremony

· And you guys would party the night away

The pregnancy

· Your pregnancy would be planned

· You would figure out a way to make sure Christopher would be home during your 8th month of pregnancy and around the first few months of the baby

· He would not drink your whole pregnancy as a sign of solidarity with you

· When you guys were around each other he would constantly talk to you belly or have a hand on it

· He’s even more protective of you during those 9 months (I mean obviously)

· He helps you prep your hospital bag

· And when you go into labor he is by your side every step of the way

(A/N) I hope you guys liked this! Once again feel free to DM me about things I could improve on or feel free to send in some request!

-Izeultx -xox-

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ella-se-vuelve-loca · 4 years ago

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Chapter 22

Grand Masterlist

Series Masterlist Surprise! I’m back mis papás fritas! It’s been a while since I’ve posted up a new chapter (or anything new for that matter). Thank you so much for being patient with me. Life these days hasn’t been the best, but I’m finally back in the writing mood and I’m ready to continue this story with y’all! So much is going to happen in our love story and I hope you’re ready for what I’ve got planned! I think I kept you guys waiting long enough, so I hope you enjoy this long awaited chapter of Mistakes Were Made! x

This might need some editing rasgdhfjg lmaooo Previous Chapter

Joel’s P.O.V.

Fuck you, Johann.

Fuck everything. That picture you posted up of (Y/N) on Instagram, your taunting messages, that music video you did throwing me under the bus, your true intentions, our “friendship” - all of it.

I’m done. I have to find a way to gain control again.

Regardless if she’s looked inside the package or not, it doesn’t change anything. She’s still with him even after I poured my heart out to her and apologized. She chose him.

Johann… what did I even see in you? How in the world did we become friends? This whole time… was he just using me for popularity? It’s hard to find real friends these days when all they seem to want from you is your fame.I thought our friendship was real ‘cause it meant a lot to me. I never thought Johann would stab me in the back and pretend to just… wait, this is sounding awfully familiar.

I know how (Y/N) feels because it happened to me. Karma’s a bitch. What I did to her, Johann did to me.

She was different.

She treated me like a normal person and loved me for who I was. And how did I repay her? By being a complete dick and playing with her feelings. I don’t want to let her go, but I need to. I wish I could lose these feelings as fast as I lost you…

I feel like I’m at a tug of war. I want to keep fighting for you and start over, but I can’t. You don’t love me anymore and I need to let you go and move on. My head is telling me to do one thing, while my heart is saying to do another.

I sat up in my bed and ran my fingers through my curls, looking over and saw Chris sleeping peacefully on the other bed beside me. One of his arms was dangling off of the mattress and I could hear him softly snoring. He was the one who was most excited for me about (Y/N) and I let him down. I let everyone down when the truth came up.

I sighed and looked around the room. I need to clear my head.

I got up and reached for my shoes, slipping them on my feet and grabbed my hotel key card. I’ll be back before he wakes up, I’m only leaving for like an hour or so. I walked towards the door and opened it, looking both ways in the hallway before closing it behind me.

I don’t want anybody pestering me about anything right now.

I walked past the closed doors and made my way towards the elevator. I have mixed feelings about going back home. She’ll be there with Johann. He’ll most likely rub it in my face that he’s got her wrapped around his finger and I can’t do anything about it. Why am I the one upset? I don’t have the right to get jealous or cry about what I lost. This is all my fault and I’m paying for the price for it.

The elevator doors opened and I walked inside, pressing the button for the lobby downstairs. Why can’t I get her out of my head? What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s been months, Joel, months!

I reached into my pocket and took out my phone, going straight into my camera roll. I should delete our photos together, shouldn’t I? She doesn’t want me back, so why even keep these memories living in my phone? I’m just reminded of her and what we had. This isn’t healthy.

DING

The elevator doors opened and I walked right out. I went past the lobby and opened the doors to the back, going straight for the lounge outside. I took in a deep breath and sighed, feeling the small breeze hit my face as I was greeted with this beautiful sight.

I made my way to one of the tables and sat down, closing my eyes. I could hear the little splashing of the small waterfall in the background and crickets chirping around me. It’s so peaceful, it almost makes me forget about my problems.

Sending that package was a mistake, I realize that now.

I’ve just been a fool this whole time hoping for something that would never come true. We’re practically at the end of the tour and I feel like everything I did was just a complete waste of time and money. She wants nothing to do with me and I don’t blame her. I heard some people laughing and that made me open my eyes.

I looked over and saw a couple holding hands. He must’ve said something to make the girl laugh and lean into him. A small smile formed onto my lips as my mind thought back to when I first kissed (Y/N).

I had never held someone like this so close to me and feel so comfortable. It just felt so right to hold her in my arms. I looked down at her and slowly lifted her chin up so she could face me properly. My eyes drifted from her own to her mouth. I parted her lips open slightly with my thumb as my hand went to cup her face and glance back up into her eyes.

They look so soft. I wondered what they would feel like.. against mine.

I slowly leaned down and hovered mine over hers, testing to see if this is okay. She didn’t pull away as I stayed there for a moment, hesitating if I should do this.

I wanted to.

She looked like a goddess and I felt like I was in a trance whenever I looked at her. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I couldn’t believe in that moment in time she was mine.

“… Are you.. gonna kiss me or not?” Her voice was so soft that I almost didn’t catch it. It was almost so hard to believe.

I slowly pushed my lips against hers and it felt as if time had stopped and nothing else mattered but her. I moved strands of hair away from her face while she played with my curls, giving them a slight tug and she pulled me in deeper. This feels.. good.. too good. It was like a fire ignited inside my bones and I became addicted to how soft they felt against mine.

When we pulled away, it was as if I came back to reality and remembered where we were. I looked back up at her and smiled. “.. Come back here..” I pulled her in for another kiss and held her body close to mine, smiling against her lips.

Of all things… Why am I remembering this now?

“It’s beautiful out here, no?” I glanced over to my left and saw a woman sitting at another table next to mine. Her wild curly hair slightly covered her face and she held a cup of coffee up to her lips. “Uh.. yeah it is..”

I wasn’t really counting on anybody to be out here this late, much less start a conversation with me. “I’m Gabriella.”

“Joel.”

It stayed silent between us and I couldn’t help but feel a little irritated at the loss of the sweet peacefulness I’ve been craving. “I wasn’t sure if anyone would be up this late.” She chuckled as I nodded. “I couldn’t sleep, boyfriend problems… how about you?”

“Same here… I - I mean, not the.. the boyfriend part. I’m not gay.. not that there’s anything wrong with that, I’m a strong supporter of LGBTQ+ rights. I’m just.. uh haha.. I couldn’t sleep. That’s what I meant to say… ” I cleared my throat and continued looking at the view in front of us, avoiding eye contact.

I mentally slapped myself in the face as I thought of how I could’ve said that much better than I did just now. She laughed and shook her head, taking another sip of her cup of coffee. “I see..”

Great, I made it weird. I can’t talk to girls for shit.

I ran my fingers through my hair and felt my face heat up with embarrassment. “My boyfriend and I have been on the rocks lately.” She started off.

“There’s just so many problems and I honestly can’t keep up with it anymore. We’re just about over and I have mixed feelings about it.”

“Wow.. um.. ” I scratched the back of my neck as I tried to think of a good response. “Mixed feelings how?”

“Well, I remember all of the good times we had in the beginning. Love was very easy and laid back. I hold onto those feelings and wish that we could have it once again. I have mixed feelings because I loved him, but it’s time we called it quits. It’s not the same anymore.”

“Huh… wow that’s uh.. It’s kind of heartbreaking.” She shrugged her shoulders. “It is what it is..” She leaned in slightly and moved a strand of her curly hair away from her face.

“So, pretty boy, what’s your reason? Why are you up this late sitting all alone by yourself? You doing okay?”

Pretty boy?

I nodded and cleared my throat. “Never better.”

“Okay, I don’t know you, but even I could tell that was a lie.” She chuckled. “What gave it away?” I asked.

“Maybe it was your slightly sulking face and the reason why you won’t really make eye contact whenever you answer.”

“I didn’t realize I was in the presence of a body language reader. My bad.” I chuckled and glanced up at her. “Hey, it’s not my fault I’m really good at what I do. Maybe you just suck at hiding the way how you feel.”

“Yeah, you got that right.” I sadly smiled and looked back at the waterfall in front of us. “And besides, can’t a guy just sit out here and enjoy the scenery?” I joked. “He can, but you look like you got a shit ton on your mind.”

“Is it really that obvious?” I asked as she slowly nodded, looking down at her phone for a second when she got a text message. I played with the rings on my fingers and thought how I should answer her question. “... Is it a girl?” I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “Yeah. It is.”

“You know… sometimes it’s better to talk to someone you don’t know rather than family and friends. It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, I was just curious.” I nodded and let out a soft sigh.

“No it’s just… I’m just thinking about something that happened in the past, is all. Something I wish I could’ve done differently.”

She nodded and stayed silent, wondering if I’m going to elaborate on the story more. “I messed up and I just want to make things right, but… ” I shrugged my shoulders and pouted. “She’s done with me and I think it’s time for me to move on.. “

I’ve never actually said those words out loud before until now.

I cleared my throat and looked up at her. “So that’s my sob story. That’s why I’m all… sulky.” I chuckled and tried to think of a way to change the subject.

“Anyways, that’s pretty much it. I just needed a moment to think about everything.” She nodded her head and played with a strand of her curly hair.

“I understand… I guess we haven’t exactly been the luckiest with love, have we?”

“No we have not.”

I glanced down at my phone and sighed. “Shit..”

“What’s wrong?” She asked. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize the time. My friends and I gotta pack up and be somewhere in a couple hours.”

“Oh, alright then.” She smiled. “I’m real sorry to have to cut this conversation short.” She chuckled and looked up at me. “Don’t worry about it, Joel. I had fun.” I stood up from my seat and grabbed my phone. “It was nice talking to you.”

I started walking towards the door before I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning me around. “Um.. haha I know this probably sounds crazy and I get it if you don’t want to, but is there a way we can keep in touch? I just.. It was nice getting to talk to someone who is really sweet.”

“Uhh yeah.. sure. Do you have Twitter?” She nodded and took out her phone, going straight to the app and opening up her search bar. I did the same as we had both now followed each other.

“Okay, now we can message through here anytime.” I smiled. I looked down at the time once more and cleared my throat. “I’m really sorry, but I really gotta get going.”

“Alright, Joel. It was nice meeting you.”

“It was nice meeting you too.” I nodded her way before walking back inside, going straight towards the elevator and up to my room. As much as I wanted to be alone, I actually didn’t mind her company all that much. She seemed really nice.

Gabriella’s P.O.V.

I waited until he was gone to take out my phone and go straight to my text messages.

‘You could’ve waited until I messaged you first. I was busy’

‘Sorry. I just needed to know’

‘I just “bumped” into him at the hotel he’s staying at’

I waited a few minutes before I received his reply.

‘Good. You know what to do’

‘Okay, forgive me for this, but I don’t get it. I just spent time with the man and I don’t understand why you dislike him so much. He seems like a great guy’

‘I already told you. I want him gone. Do what I’m paying you for and I promise, once my name is everywhere and people talk about me, I’ll make you a star. By you being with him is gonna help you get what you want, trust me. It’s what I did, now look at me. People know who I am because of him’

I shook my head and sighed. I kind of feel guilty about this, but I really need the money…

‘Fine. Whatever you wish, Johann’

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