indian!reader meeting fratboy!chris for the first time..
summary: uhh pretty much the title
a/n: first fic of the au! soo excited and i loved writing this, they’re definitely my favourite! Also im not gonna be writing smut for this au, as im not comfortable with it :)
You were never the one to go to parties, growing up in an Indian household your parents never really exposed you to that type of thing. They always told you, “beta, drinking won’t get you anywhere, studying will.” Is what you heard your whole life growing up, so that’s why you always keep your head in books. Only focusing on one thing: your career. Boys and all could come later.
You had been studying for an upcoming exam, all day long, only taking a break to eat or get water. It wasn't that important exam, but you don’t know why you were studying this hard. Maybe because your parents will actually kill you if you don’t? maybe. Your roommate, Amara, got tired of seeing you study, that’s why she told you, “Girl, there’s a party tonight, at the frat house come on we’ve got to go!” You hesitated, you’ve got to study, worse you’ve never been to THAT type of party before. Never been to a frat party before. It’s too distracting, drinking, taking drugs, what else?
“Are you seriously overthinking this? Its just a party it won’t hurt.” She chuckled. You decided to go, I mean it’s not that big of a deal right? it’s just a party, what’s the worst that could happen? You got ready in jeans and a crop top, not wanting to reveal too much. You and Amara went to the party, as you entered, you could smell the alcohol and the booze in the air. God, what did you agree to?
Amara left you to go get a drink for both of you, and as you stood there you couldn’t help but feel a little excited, it looked like people were having fun, like they came here to forget about things, maybe you could try that too. As your eyes wandered around, it stopped on something, or someone. It was a man, definitely taller than you, dark hair and gosh those eyes, he looked so— your thoughts were interrupted as you felt his gaze on yours. oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh.
You looked away quickly, trying to hide the blush that crept on your cheeks. This is was definitely embarrassing, you looked at him again, only to see him staring back at you with a smirk on his face. A stupid smirk. Amara came back with your drinks and looked confused as you tried to look here and there, “What are you staring at?” You looked at her and pointed towards the guy, you’ve definitely seen him before but you can’t remember his exact name.
Her eyes dart to where you’ve pointed, and her gaze falls on the man. As soon as she saw who you were pointing at, she smirked. “That’s Chris! He’s the leader of the frat house ! Does someone have a crush on hiiiimmmm?” Your eyes widened at the accusation, “What? No!” You said defensively, “Yeah sure, I totallyyyyy believe you.” She laughed, You rolled your eyes. You can’t have a crush on someone you’ve just met. Right?
After a while of talking, Amara left you so that she could hang out with her boyfriend, which was completely okay with you. You were standing near the bar, when someone suddenly came next to you, “Enjoying the party?” You snapped out of your thoughts as you looked at who was talking to you. It was the same guy you started at, Chris was his name?
“Yeah, yeah, it’s really cool.” Your indian accent slipping out, you’ve gotten pretty used to speaking english but sometimes that accent just loves interfering. You don’t mind it, you’re pretty proud of your roots. “Yeah? That's nice. I’m Chris by the way.” He said, extending his hands towards you for a handshake. You shake his hand and respond, “Oh, I’m y/n.” He’s even better looking when he’s closer. Gosh.
“S’ a pretty name.” You blushed at his compliment. “Never seen you at parties before, not much of a party girl?” You smiled softly, “Not really.” You looked down and fidgeted with your fingers. “Yeah, yeah. S’ good s’ good.” He looked around, clearly nervous, he’d never been nervous before, what happened to him now? You guys sat in silence for a few minutes before he spoke again, “M’ gonna go, gotta deal, if y’know what m’ talkin’ ‘bout.” You nodded and smiled as he then winked at you and left, you suddenly felt butterflies in your stomach.
Maybe, just maybe going to parties isn’t that bad. You could definitely see the hype now.
credits: divider: @adornedwithlight
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