ꫂ᭪݁ 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 …. 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨
The desert air felt electric the second they stepped out of the airbnb.
Music pulsed faintly in the distance, heat still clinging to the ground even as the sun dipped slightly. Everyone was talking at once Nick already filming, Chris’s friends hyping each other up, the girls fixing their hair in phone cameras but Chris barely heard any of it.
Because you stepped out right behind him.
And yeah… he definitely noticed.
Your outfit was different than usual still you, still effortless but a little more daring. A smaller top, flowy skirt sitting just low enough on your hips, sun kissed skin from sitting at the pool the day before. It wasn’t over the too but just enough to make his brain short circuit a little.
“Guys, we’re gonna miss Sabrina if we don’t get a move on,” he called, already halfway walking backwards with his camera.
Chris didn’t answer right away.
You walked past him, grabbing his hand like it was nothing. “Come on, i have to see Sabrina.”
That snapped him out of it kinda
“Yeah yeah, I know,” he muttered, letting you pull him along.
The festival only got louder, brighter, more chaotic the deeper you all went into the crowd.
Dancing when you heard a song you liked, grabbing one of the girls’ hands to spin them around, laughing at literally everything. Chris stayed close, always just a step behind or beside you but he was so much quieter than usual.
Normally he’d have his arm around your waist.
Normally he’d be pulling you into him every chance he got.
No hand on your hip. No fingers laced through yours unless you grabbed him first. No subtle touches.
At first, you didn’t even notice you were too busy screaming when Sabrina Carpenter’s name flashed across the screen grabbing Chris’s sleeve excitedly.
“Chris Chris! She’s coming!”
“I know,” he said, smiling, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
You turned back to the stage completely in awe. Singing, jumping, living your best life.
Meanwhile, Chris was losing his mind.
Every time you moved, or laughed, or the lights hit you just right he had to physically stop himself from pulling you into him.
So instead he decided to keep his hands to himself.
It wasn’t until later, after Sabrina’s set, when the crowd shifted and things calmed just a little, that you finally noticed.
You reached for him again this time more intentionally.
“wait,” you said tilting your head. “Why are you being weird?”
“I’m not,” he replied way too fast.
You narrowed your eyes, stepping closer. “You haven’t touched me like at all.”
That made him laugh quietly, shaking his head like he didn’t even know where to start.
“You don’t realize what you’re doing right now, do you?”
“What?” you asked, genuinely confused.
He looked at you for a second really looked then leaned down just enough so only you could hear him.
“I can’t control myself if I start.”
Your expression shifted instantly.
There was a beat of silence and then you giggled, soft and a little teasing, like it finally clicked.
Without thinking twice, you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled yourself closer to him anyway.
“Then don’t,” you said, smiling up at him.
His hands found your waist immediately, like he’d been waiting all day, pulling you flush against him. Not rough or not overwhelming just firm and grounding like he needed to remind himself you were actually there.
“Yeah,” he murmured, “that’s exactly what I was trying to avoid.”
You laughed again, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. “You’re so dramatic.”
By the time the next set started, you were tucked right into his side.
This time, he didn’t hold back.
His arm stayed around you, fingers tracing absentminded patterns against your waist while you sang along, completely lost in the moment again.
And every once in a while, when you leaned into him without thinking
He’d just smile to himself, pressing a quick kiss to your temple like he finally let himself relax.
Even if you had no idea what you’d done to him all day.
They ended up sneaking away without really saying anything to anyone.
One second you were all dancing in the crowd, lights flashing, music vibrating through your chest and the next Chris was leaning down tangling his fingers against yours.
You didn’t even question it.
You let him lead you out past the noise, past the crowds, until everything felt quieter just distant music and the warm desert air wrapping around you.
There was a small open patch of grass, a little removed from everything.
You barely had time to turn toward him before you were already smiling, still a little breathless from everything.
He didn’t let you finish.
His hand came up to your face, and he kissed you.
Not rushed, not messy just a little soft at first, like he’d been holding it in all day and finally gave in. You melted into it instantly your hands finding his shirt, pulling him closer like you needed more.
“Hi,” you mumbled against his lips, smiling.
“Hi,” he whispered back, but he didn’t move far.
You laughed quietly, pressing another quick kiss to him before gently pushing him back.
“Lay down,” you said, half teasing.
He raised an eyebrow but listened anyway, dropping back onto the grass with a small huff.
You didn’t hesitate, moving with him, settling on top of him more draped over him than anything, your arms resting against his chest as you looked down at him.
“Comfortable?” he asked, amused.
You leaned down again, kissing him slower this time, softer but still playful, still light. Your laughter kept slipping in between, like you couldn’t fully take anything seriously right now.
His hands found your waist automatically.
And they didn’t really stay there.
They slid a little lower, settling naturally on your butt like it wasn’t even a question. Nothing aggressive or tugging just him holding you, grounding you against him.
“Chris—” you laughed, pulling back just enough to look at him.
“What?” he said, trying to act innocent, but the grin gave him away.
“You’re so—” you shook your head, still smiling, resting your forehead against his for a second.
“You literally told me not to control myself,” he reminded you quietly.
You couldn’t even argue with that.
Instead, you just laughed again, dropping your head to his shoulder for a second before lifting it back up, brushing your nose against his.
His grip tightened slightly not enough to be anything but affectionate just enough to keep you right where you were.
And for a second, neither of you said anything.
Just distant music, soft laughter from somewhere far off, and the two of you tangled up on the grass like you had all the time in the world.
“Justin’s not until later,” you mumbled.
The air eventually shifted lateCoachella energy everything was louder, looser, a little more chaotic in the best way.
You were still buzzing from earlier still holding onto Chris’s hand like you didn’t really plan on letting go anytime soon. Around you it was all movement and noise his brothers, their friends, and the girls you came with all kind of blending together in a half circle of decisions nobody fully agreed on.
Nick was the first to speak up, leaning in toward Chris.
“We should probably head out soon. Parking’s gonna be insane.”
A couple of the guys nodded in agreement, already looking tired, already thinking ahead.
“No,” one of the girls said. “Justin Bieber hasn’t even come on yet.”
Another one shook her head. “We’re not leaving before that.”
And just like that, it split.
The guys shifting toward leaving, the girls refusing to move.
You looked between everyone, still holding Chris’s hand, feeling your brain swirl. Excitement vs exhaustion. Of course you didn’t wanna sit in traffic to get to the airbnb later but you also didn’t come all this way to miss Justin Bieber.
Chris didn’t say anything at first.
He just looked around, taking it all in.
You weren’t begging him to stay or leave you just looked tired. Happy yeah but still glowing from everything earlier still clearly not wanting the night to end yet and it was still early
“I’m staying,” he said simply.
Nick blinked. “Dude, what?”
Chris shrugged. “It’s fine. I’ll stay with them.”
One of the guys gave him a look. “You sure? We can figure something out”
“I’m good,” Chris cut in calmer this time. Then he nodded slightly toward the group of girls. “I’m not leaving them here by themselves.”
That made a few of them immediately soften.
“Aww,” one of the girls said, laughing.
But Chris wasn’t trying to make it a moment. He was just being Chris about it.
“I’m still gonna give you guys space though,” he added, more casual now. “Just don’t disappear into the crowd, okay?”
That part was directed at all of you, but his eyes landed on you for a second longer.
“We won’t,” you said softly.
Nick sighed dramatically. “Alright, Captain Protective, we’ll meet you after. Don’t lose the girls”
“Shut up,” Chris muttered, but he was smiling.
And just like that, the group split.
Once the guys disappeared into the crowd, the energy shifted again lighter, and excitement was back through the roof.
The girls immediately started hyping each other up, fixing outfits, laughing, pulling each other closer as the anticipation for Justin Bieber built.
You stayed close to Chris anyway, even as the group spread out slightly.
He kept his word he didn’t hover too much, didn’t interrupt the fun. But he stayed close enough that you could always find him if you turned your head.
Every so often, he’d glance over.
Making sure everyone was still there.
Making sure you were still there.
You noticed it eventually and nudged his arm gently.
“We’re not gonna get lost, you know,” you teased.
“I know,” he said, but he didn’t stop scanning the group. “Still.”
You smiled a little at that.
There were like five girls all together now, laughing and swaying, completely locked into the moment talking about Justin like he was about to change their lives. Cause I mean he was… again
He was just standing there with you, hands in his pockets, relaxed but attentive.
When the music finally started to shift again when the crowd roared and everyone realized the set was about to begin you felt the whole group surge forward in excitement.
One of the girls grabbed your hand, screaming.
You barely had time to react before you turned back to Chris instinctively.
He was already looking at you.
“Go,” he said, nodding slightly toward the stage. “Have fun.”
You hesitated for half a second.
Then you leaned in quickly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before grinning.
“We’ll be back,” you said.
And this time, when you pulled away and ran back into the girls
Chris didn’t follow but he was close enough just in case
the lights dipped low and Justin Bieber was finally out.
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