safety net
chris dixon x fem reader
summary: after arthur hill’s final show, you and the rest of the boys try to leave the venue through the crowd of fans
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Chris guided you out to the crowd of fans stood waiting for him, Arthur, Bach and Chip. You linked your arm through his, walking behind Arthur and Chip as they tried to organise a group photo with the fans who had waited.
The yells for Chris and Bach to join made you jump out of your dazed stare at the ground. Chris laughed looking at Arthur and Chip who were waving the other two boys over frantically.
You looked over at Liv, who was stood beside, and smiled at her moving your arm from Chris to hers letting your boyfriend join in the picture.
Chris reached for your free hand squeezing it softly letting you move your hand before he walked off.
You chewed at your cheek with the feeling of anxiety rise into your throat. Liv glanced at you noticing the pool of tears collecting at your waterline, “you okay?” She whispered and you nodded instantly refusing to move your eyes from Chris.
Liv places her hand on yours rubbing your knuckles softly trying to provide you with some sort of comfort until Chris came back. She also tried her best to block you from the view of the fans, making sure you weren’t on camera.
The four boys laughed loudly as they left the group of fans, Arthur and Chip heading straight to the car they has hired, where as Bach and Chris made a b-line to you and Liv.
Chris smiled brightly at you until he noticed the tears streaking your cheeks and his face dropped rushing over to you. Liv walked over to Bach quickly pulling him away from you and Chris making him mutter questions of curiosity.
Chris slipped his arm around your waist guiding you through the crowd of fans, who were pushing and shouting for the youtuber but his only focus was on you.
As the crowd pushed more, you stumbled slightly making a sob leave your lips pulling at Chris’ heart, “You’re okay. It’s okay. Everything is okay.” He whispered soothingly into your ear as his thumb traced soft shapes on your hips.
Once you were out of the crowd, Chris pulled you aside cupping your face in his hands, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He asked softly, swiping away the stray tears on your blushed cheeks.
You shook your head not trusting your voice as he tried to meet your eyes, “What happened?” He asked again, in the same delicate tone.
“Nothing.” You hiccuped, “I just panicked thats all. Itself stupid.”
Chris shook his head moving his hands to sit on your back pulling you into his embrace, “it’s not stupid,” he muttered, kissing the crown of your head.
You sunk into his hold inhaling his scent, slowly regulating your breathing as rubbed his thumb on the center of your back gently.
“You ready to go home?” He asked, pulling away for a second looking down at you with an adoring expression.
You shook your head, “We have to go celebrate with Arthur.” You reminded him.
Chris looked at you dumbfounded, “I don’t think he’ll mind.”
Chris lookedback at the car, which held all of your friends, and Arthur poked his out looking over at the couple giving them a thumbs up.
“Let’s go home, and get food, and we can watch whatever you want.” Chris suggested, and you gave a defeated sigh, “let’s go, gorgeous.”









