Christopher Sturniolo Imagines <3

Skims Pt.2 <3

After receiving your dress, getting a good reaction, you made a tiktok to showcase it to your fans and it BLEW UP.

You were trending on twitter over it and the whole situation was so funny to you.

the Tiktok gained over 4 million likes and millions of views, the Skims company even reposted you on their page!

Obviously with a lot of views and likes, comes a lot of comments...

You never really paid attention but when Chris stumbled on the video, he opened the comments, he went from 10 to 1 real quick.

"How did Chris even pull her bro"

"Y/n could do so much better!"

"Chris is too lucky wtf"

"y/n could get with anyone and she got with Chris lmao"

The hate towards Chris was endless and he was addicted to reading it, becoming more sad by the second.

He could feel the lump in his throat forming and his chest became tighter.

He was lying next to you in bed, you were half asleep on TikTok, with your back turned to him, which did not help.

"i'm just going to the bathroom." he mumbled quietly to you and you whispered 'okay' in return.

he quickly shuffled to the bathroom and locked the door behind him, sliding down the back of it, spiralling.

all those comments were imprinted into his memory and he couldn't escape it.

Why didn't he deserve you.

was there something wrong with him?

what was wrong with him?

why did he look like this?

thoughts were rushing through Chris' head and it was making him more anxious and upset by the second.

eventually a sob escaped from his moth, causing him to smack his hand to his mouth realising how loud it was.

You whipped your head quickly towards the bathroom door wondering what the noise was.

you had realised Chris had already been gone 5 minutes.

quietly you stood up and tip toed to the door, holding your ear flush against it.

hearing Chris quietly cry made your heart shatter into billions of pieces.

in the whole 3 years you both had been dating, you'd never seen let alone hear Chris cry.

"Chris" you quietly knocked.

"yeah." his voice broke, making you even more upset.

"what's up baby?" you asked, a sympathetic tone present in your voice.

"nothing it's fine." he mumbled just loud enough that you could hear.

"if you don't wanna talk about it i won't force you, but i promise i'm not gonna judge you, i wouldn't ever, i love you, so much, i want to help you, please?" you told him, pain now obvious in your voice.

he slowly opened the door, he looked drained.

you brought him into a tight hug and kissed his forehead.

you lead him back to bed, letting him lay on top of you.

"do you wanna talk about it?" you softly asked.

"i was reading comments, from your TikTok, and it's like the internet doesn't want me to be happy, like saying your so much better than me, you could have anyone you want yet you chose me, I'm no good for you, which is true, your so perfect and beautiful but it just made me wonder what's so wrong with me?" he cried even more into your shoulder.

"Chris, they're jealous fan girls or fan boys who want what they'll never have, you are an angel, inside and out, nobody's perfect, you know i'm not perfect, just because i am supposedly gifted because i look a certain way doesn't make you unworthy of me, i chose you because, those 2 words you used to describe me, i think you are even more than those." you explained, stroking his hair gently as he calmed down.

"but it still hurts and makes me wonder, yknow?"

"no i understand why you were thinking, but they're just thoughts, nothing more nothing less, they have no meaning, but your so perfect you have no idea." you comfort him more, gently kissing his forehead.

"Thank you, I love you, so much." he whispers placing a soft kiss on your jaw.

"I love you." you whisper, reaching to kiss his lips.

you stroked his hair till he fell asleep and shortly so did you.

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a/n

wanted to make a part 2 for shits and gigs so hope it was okay? idk but poor Chris dude