Different Thoughts [ WEEKLYCHRIS | CHRIS COLLINS ]

Chap 32.

[ Anna's POV ]

"Anna? We're in Long Island already," someone nudges me and I groan, trying to roll over. What the hell? My head slams into a hard, solid object and I open my eyes slightly, looking at a laughing Chris.

"Where am I?" I mumble, still confused and sleepy. I rub my cheek, which is hurting a little bit and brush a hand through my knotty hair. I close my and reopen them again, trying to clear my vision by blinking multiple times. I'm met with Chris, who pulls a beanie out of his backpack and puts it over my head.

"This is for your beautiful messy hair," he grins and caresses my cheek, "We're in the train babe." Just when the words leave his mouth, the train comes to a halt. I look out of the window, seeing a big crowd of people, running and jogging their way to trains they have to catch.

"Oh," I say softly and grab my bag, while Chris picks up the other bags and stands up. I follow him and we shuffle out of the crowded train coupe. "I called a taxi while we were in the train. It's right over there," Chris points his finger at s yellow taxi and takes my hand in his. 

"Can we first go to a hotel before we go to the hospital?" I ask Chris, while we walk past an old couple, the lady laughing at something the man said. I smile at the cute sight and sigh.

"Yeah, we'll drop by the hotel first. You can call your mom, we can relax a little bit, alright?" Chris says gently and untangles our fingers, before he puts his arm around my waist. 

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The car slows down when we reach the front doors of an expensive looking hotel. Hundreds of little lights are covering the front of the hotel and I'm sure that it looks even more beautiful in the morning, since I can't see the flowers and trees around the hotel at one in the morning.

"Sir, we've arrived," the taxi driver turns his head to look at us and nods at me. I smile at the, I guess, based on his accent, French man and grab my bags, before I open the car door and step out. I look up at the towering building and shake my head when I feel Chris' presence beside me, "Chris, this hotel looks freaking expensive. I can't afford this. We should go to a motel or something." My dad may be a wealthy businessman, but we don't bathe in money.

"It's okay, I can pay for it," Chris shrugs like it's no big deal and drags me inside, "I already made reservations, so it's too late to back off."

"Chris, I don't want you to pay for this. Especially since I don't have the money to pay you back," I hesitate and I look around the beautiful lobby, with Chris still dragging me to the receptionist. Large, black couches are in the corner of the lobby, beautiful plants are all scattered around the space and a huge diamond chandelier is hanging from the ceiling. Not to mention the white piano, which is in the middle of the lobby. A man in a suite is playing the intro of a song I don't know and a woman is staring affectionately at him.

"Yeah, I called for a room," I hear Chris talking to the woman behind the desk, but I'm still in awe, looking around the place and trying to take it all in. I can't wait to see our room, although I feel very bad for Chris, who's paying for all of this.

"Okay, thank you," Chris says and the woman hands over a key. A bellboy, wearing a suite, appears out of nowhere and takes our bags from our hands, before walking to, I guess, the elevator. We walk through the enormous lobby, full of businessmen and a few rich looking women.

"Would you like to call your mom now?" Chris whispers to me when we step inside the elevator, the bellboy looking straight ahead of him, he's trying to ignore us probably.

"Yeah, I guess I should call her. She hasn't texted me, yet," I nod slightly and fish my phone out of my pocket. I dial mom's number and wait for her to pick up. I give up after the fourth ring and lock my phone. "She isn't answering," I say to Chris when we step out of the elevator.

"She might be sleeping," Chris says and shrugs.

The bellboy walks in front of us through the hall and he stops when we reach room 236. "This is your room, have a nice night," he nods at us and walks away immediately, after dropping our bags.

Chris grabs the key and opens the door, "The room is beautiful, I promise. I've been here before."

"If the room is more beautiful than the lobby and those halls, I don't know what to do anymore," I chuckle quietly and yawn, "Maybe we should take a nap first. We could go to the hospital in the morning."  We step inside the room. I gasp and lean on the wall, already in love with the room.

There's a big king sized bed, a huge TV on the white colored wall and an enormous window. I take off my shoes, feeling the soft, black carpet underneath my feet. "Chris... That view," I whisper as I walk to the window. I hear Chris close the door behind me, before I hear a faint thud, he took off his shoes too, and he walks over to me. "It's amazing, isn't it?" Chris pulls me close to him and I rest my head on his chest.

The lights from the tall buildings, the lights from the billboards and the lights from the cars light up the dark sky. You can hear the faint sound of people yelling and cars honking. Even if you're alone in this city, you're not alone.

"As beautiful as this is, you have to sleep. You're probably sleepy as hell," Chris chuckles when I slap his arm.

"You're not going to change in some comfortable clothes?" Chris raises his eyebrows when I climb into the warm bed, still wearing one of Chris' shirts and my shorts. Honestly, I could sleep in anything right now. I should ask the managers of this hotel where they buy their beds.

"Well, if you insist," I yawn and unbutton my shorts, before throwing them off the bed, leaving me in my panties and Chris' long shirt. "Is this better?" I grin, knowing that I'm driving Chris crazy.

I close my eyes and hear him take a sharp breath, "We-well this isn't exactly what I m-meant." I laugh and open my eyes, turning on my side, "You should come to bed babe," I say in the most seductive voice I can do, trying not to laugh.

He takes off his shirt and pants, before he jogs over to the bed, "I think you should stop doing that," he jumps in bed, next to me and looks at the ceiling, "I'm trying not to do anything that throws you off."

"I know you're trying. Thank you, Chris," I turn my head to look at him and yawn, "Thanks for everything. Really."

He turns his head too and smiles, while he rubs his eyes his eyes in a sleepy manner, "I hope that you believe me when I say that I'm being real this time. Yes, I still need that address and especially since your family's safety is involved. I won't let anything happen to you, you know that, right?"

I adjust the blanket, which is covering my body and get a little closer to Chris, so I'm looking directly in his eyes, "I know and I understand. It's just not fair. And now my grandparents are in the hospital." I shut up and think about it again. "What if it wasn't an accident?" I sit up and put my hands in my hair. Why didn't I think of this before? What if this is a warning from that other gang?

"Relax a little. I know it's hard to do, but it already happened and you can't reverse time," Chris grabs my arm and pulls me down again. My head hits the soft pillow and I sigh. "You're not going through this alone. I'm here, remember?"

"Do you promise not to leave?" I whisper, feeling my eyelids get a little heavy. I really need that sleep.

"If I wanted to leave, I'd be gone already. Even if you want to stay a virgin forever, I won't leave," Chris laughs softly and I playfully frown, closing my eyes.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," I feel Chris' lips on my forehead and then his possessive arms around me.

I wouldn't trade him for anyone else.

[ A/N ]

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