Note: This is not mine, credits to the writer
Summary: You're home with Dodger while Chris is at an afterparty for the Oscars when someone tries to break into your house.
Warnings: home break-in, alcohol mentioned, language
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You slipped out of your dress, contemplating leaving it in a pile in the middle of the bedroom. Laughing, you kicked it to the side, knowing Chris would've inevitably tripped over it when he came home drunk and given you a hard time about leaving things in the middle of the floor. You threw on a pair of athletic shorts and one of Chris' sweatshirts and made your way back into the living room, seeing a text from Chris.
Chris: did you make it home okay?
You: Yup, getting ready to take Dodge out. Might watch a movie and wait up for ya. Do you know when you'll be home? No rush 😊
Chris: Maybe an hour? If that. Don't forget to set the alarm.
You: See you then, love you
Chris: love you more
You smiled at your phone, walking over to the back door and swinging it open for Dodge to go outside. He hesitated, sniffing at the air before sitting at your feet. You furrowed your brows, trying to usher him outside, "Come on, buddy. Go potty."
He looked up at you, tilting his head to the side, but not moving. "Dodge, honey, go outside." You stood there for a second, waiting for him to walk outside but he never did. You pulled the door shut, twisting the lock and bending down to pat his head, "What's going on buddy?" you studied him for a second before shrugging and settling onto the couch.
You flipped on the TV, scrolling through different movie options, chuckling to yourself when Knives Out was the next recommended movie for you on the screen. You kept scrolling, eventually deciding on The Devil Wears Prada. Dodger joined you on the couch, but not settling like he normally does. He faced the front door, his eyes locked on the door. You brushed it off, thinking that he was just anxious for Chris to come home.
You pulled out your phone, opening Instagram, watching Chris' private story which was a picture of you guys, and then multiple videos of him taking shots with various celebrities. You smiled when a video of him and Bradley Cooper shooting the shit popped up. Normally, you'd stay and hang around with him at the afterparties, but your feet were killing you and it was past midnight, so you got a ride home and told Chris you'd wait up for him. He was having so much fun and you didn't want to pull him away.
Your head snapped up when you heard the door handle jiggle. Chris wasn't supposed to be home this soon? You stayed on the couch, crouching down a little and staring over the back at the front door. The handle jiggled again and all of the hair on Dodger's back stood up, a low growl building in his chest. Your heart pounded in your chest, Dodger was only like this whenever you were approached by weirdos when walking him. He hopped off the couch and walked over, putting himself between you and the door and you knew something was up.
You paused the movie, picking up your phone and calling Chris.
"Hello, darling, what's up?"
You swallowed the lump in your throat, you could hear the music in the background. He definitely wasn't home. "Are you in the front door?" You whispered, hoping you were wrong and it was him trying to come inside.
"What? I can't– hold on, Y/N." You could hear him pushing past people probably trying to get outside and away from the DJ. Dodger crouched, growling again as the handle jiggled once more. You were starting to freak out, adrenaline pulsing through your veins. "What were you saying?" He asked, the background much quieter.
"I'm assuming you're not the one in the front door right now?" You whispered, your eyes still fixated on the door. You took a deep breath when a shadow moved around outside.
"No, why? What's wrong?"
You didn't say anything for a second, waiting for the handle to move again. You screamed when a loud thud landed against the door, causing the wall to shake. Dodger ran around the couch, posting himself by the front door, barking loudly, a warning to whoever was trying to enter.
"Y/N?! What's happening?!" Chris yelled.
You stood up, knowing you needed to make a run for the bedroom. "Come home, now. Please. Someone is trying to get in the house." You whimpered, you tried to move but you were frozen in panic, your legs shaking from the adrenaline. "Now, Chris. Get home now." You screamed again when another loud thud hit the door, running towards the bedroom, "Dodger, come!" You shouted, waiting in the doorway to the bedroom as another thud hit the door. "Chris, he won't come! What do I do?"
You could hear him panting, trying to make his way to a car as fast as possible, "Call 911, send them to my house, NOW! Y/N's home, someone's breaking in!" he directed to someone as he ran through the crowd. "Honey, listen to me. The police are being called, lock yourself in the bathroom. Hit the panic button on the nightstand after you lock the bedroom door. I'll be home in 15 minutes, do NOT hang up."
"Dodger, here. Now!" you yelled one more time, your breath shaky. "Chris.. please. I'm so scared."
"I know, my love. I'm coming as fast as I can, the police will probably get there before me. I'm coming, did you do what I said?" You heard a car door slam as he shouted instructions to the driver. "Are you in the bathroom?"
You whimpered, "Dodger won't come with me. I can't leave him out there." You took a deep breath, knowing you needed to go grab him. You walked out of the doorway, peeking around the corner. Dodger was posted at the front door, barking and growling as you've never heard before. "Dodger, please, baby. Come here," you whispered, your entire body shaking from fear and adrenaline. He looked at you, barked a few more times before turning and walking over to you. You screamed again when the window by the door was broken, glass shattering across the floor. You sprinted back to the bedroom with Dodger while Chris yelled over the phone, asking you what was wrong. You slammed the bedroom door shut, flipping the lock, and then running to the nightstand and pressing the panic button, the alarm already activated by the broken window. "They broke the window by the door, I think they're coming in, Chris," you whispered, making your way to the bathroom. You pulled Dodger in with you, shutting the door and twisting the lock, walking through to the closet, and sitting on the floor.
"Fuck!" Chris yelled, "I need you to drive faster, please, faster. My house is getting broken into and my girlfriend is there alone. Please!" He begged the driver. "Y/N, are you in the bathroom?" He asked again.
"Yeah, I'm in here with Dodger." You whispered, trying to listen for any movement outside.
"Okay, good. Do not move until you hear the police or me. You understand?"
You stayed silent for a second, the alarm was making it hard to hear anything that might be happening.
"Y/N, answer me, please."
You cleared your throat, "I won't, I promise." You let out a small sob, "Chris, please hurry."
"I'm coming as fast as I can, honey, I promise." You heard the panic in his voice.
Dodger stood between you and the door, the hair on the back of his neck still standing. He growled again, taking a step towards the door. "I'm not coming out until your home. What if they pretend to be the police?"
"That's okay, you don't have to. I'll come and get you, I promise, I'm 5 minutes away."
You sat, shaking on the floor, waiting for Chris to come home. 5 minutes felt like 5 hours right now. "I can't hear anything over the alarm. Let me know when you're here."
"Don't come out until I tell you to, Y/N." He commanded. "I'm pulling up to the house now, they've got someone in handcuffs. Hold on, babe, I'm comin'. Don't hang up."
You heard him exit the car and jog towards the front door, "my girlfriend is in the house, she's not coming out until I go get her." He explained to someone, you assumed a police officer. A few seconds later, there was a knock on the bedroom door and the alarm was silenced, "I'm here, Y/N. You're safe."
You hung up the phone, standing up quickly and making your way out of the bathroom, Dodger never leaving your side. You unlocked the bedroom door and peeked around, letting out a sob when you saw Chris on the other side. You swung the door open, throwing yourself into his arms while you cried. You sobbed into his chest while he rubbed your back, trying to comfort you.
"I'm here, love, you're safe." He repeated, over and over.
A police officer approached you a few minutes later, asking you to make a statement. Police were at your house for the next 2 hours talking everything through with you guys, filing a report, and whatnot.
Once they finally left, Chris sat you down on the couch, "I'm gonna go pack our bags, we'll stay with Scott for a couple of days so I can get the window fixed."
You jumped up, grabbing his arm, "I'm not gonna sit out here alone."
His face softened as he wrapped his arms around you, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head, "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." He grabbed your hand, walking with you to the bedroom, "why don't you relax, go sit on the bed, I'll leave the door open so you can see me." He smiled gently, leaning down and kissing your forehead, "Dodge, come." Dodger pranced into the room as Chris walked toward your bathroom. He pointed to the bed, next to where you sat, "go lay down."
You smiled when Dodger jumped on the bed, laying his head on your lap. You stroked the fur on his head, "you're such a good boy, Dodger. My little protector."
A few minutes later, Chris emerged from the bathroom, bags packed. "Alright, let's get out of here."
You loaded everything into the car, Dodger included, and made your way to Scott's.
He met you outside when you pulled up and wrapped you in a hug, "oh my god, Y/N. Are you okay??"
"Yeah, I'm okay. Luckily the police got there before he could get inside." You hugged him back, "thank you for letting us stay."
"Don't mention it, anytime." He ushered you in. At this point, it was 4 am and you were exhausted. Knowing how tired you must be, he led you straight to the guest bed, leaving you to it.
You climbed into bed and cuddled into Chris. Feeling secure wrapped in his arms, you drifted off.
A few hours later, you jolted awake, panting and sweating. You looked around frantically, your sleepy brain slowly coming to the realization that you were dreaming.
Chris's arms wrapped around you, "Hey, it's okay, it's okay. It was just a dream."
You buried your face in his chest, wiping away the tears slipping down your cheeks. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
He shook his head, "you have no need to apologize, this is what I'm here for." He ran his fingers up and down your spine until your breathing leveled out again. "I'm so sorry you went through that, Y/N. I'm so sorry. I can't even imagine how terrified you were."
Sensing your panic, Dodger climbed into bed, settling between your and Chris's legs. You smiled and reached down, patting his head. "I got my two favorite guys to protect me. I'm safe now. That's all that matters."