Note: This is not mine, credits to the writer
Summary: The reader and Chris get into an argument after Chris got worried because he wasn't able to reach the reader.
Warnings: Bit sweary, slightly angsty.
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When you switched your phone on finally you saw 11 missed calls from Chris.
"Oh shit," you muttered as the phone began to vibrate in your hand, another call coming through from him.
You swiped to answer the call and brought the phone to your ear.
"OH!" you heard him said angrily, "Finally you answer your damn phone,"
"Chris I'm sorry," you replied, rolling your eyes.
"Where the hell were you?" he demanded, his voice was harsh and cold.
"Chris, for Christ's sake calm down," you replied, climbing into your car and starting the engine.
"Don't tell me to calm down, I've been trying to get hold of you all afternoon," he shot back, drawing breath before carrying on, "I called your office, your family, and no one knew where you were, why should I calm down,"
You sighed heavily, you knew when he was in a mood like this that there would be no reasoning with him.
"I'm coming home, we'll talk when I'm home," you said curtly before hanging up and pulling out of your parking space.
He was standing at the door when you pulled onto the driveway, his arms crossed over his chest, he glared at you as you walked up the path toward him. His mouth was set in a hard line and his eyes cold.
He stepped aside and allowed you to pass him, striding down the hallway to the kitchen. You heard the front door slam closed and the sound of his heavy footsteps following you down the corridor.
You placed your bag on the countertop and went to get yourself a drink. Chris was stood in the kitchen doorway, watching you. You heard him sigh heavily, blowing a hard breath through his nose.
"Well, where have you been?" he asked, obviously no longer able to hold his tongue.
You turned to face him, fixing him with a hard stare.
"I went out with some friends," you replied with a shrug, knowing your response would only inflame him more.
"And you didn't think I needed to know?" he asked, his arms crossed over his chest.
"It was a spur of the moment thing," you replied, taking a drink, "I switched my phone off in a meeting and just didn't turn it back on," you added.
"I was worried sick when you didn't come home," Chris said, there was a wobble in his voice if you didn't know him as well as you did you might have missed it but it was unmistakable, his anger giving way to fear.
You sighed again, brushing the back of your hand over your forehead.
"You didn't need to, I was with my friends and I was only gone a couple of hours,"
"But you didn't think to tell me?" he demanded, his voice hard again, "I'm your fucking husband I get to know these things,"
"Oh, for fuck sake Chris," you spat back, "You're being ridiculous,"
"It's ridiculous that I was worried about you? Or is it ridiculous that I want to know that you're safe?"
"It's ridiculous that you're so angry with me!," you replied, "It's not like you've never gone out without telling me every detail of your plans first,"
"Don't try and turn this around on me," Chris said, still seething at you from the doorway, "You scared the shit out of me when you didn't come home and you think I'm being ridiculous,"
You closed your eyes and breathed deeply. You knew it was stupid to be arguing with him about this. You knew he had a point and that his anger was justified.
"I'm sorry," you said finally, glancing at him in the doorway, "I'm sorry I frightened you,"
He nodded stiffly, his arms still crossed tightly over his chest. He stepped into the room, moving toward you slowly his arms unfolding and his body relaxing.
"It's okay," he replied quietly, "It's okay," he repeated, coming to stand in front of you, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you close to his body. Your arms snaked around his torso, your hands spreading out across his back.
"I'm sorry," you said again, your face pressed against his chest, "I promise I'll call next time," you added, your hands traveling up his back, toward the soft hair that hung almost to the neck of his t-shirt, you touched the soft dark hair, stroking it between your fingertips.
"Don't scare me like that again please," he replied, kissing the top of your head, squeezing you just a little tighter.
