Every Coldplayers Dream: A Coldplay Fanfic

The End

It was my last time in the official Coldplay tour bus. The smell of Tiger Balm from Chris Martin, still just as overpowering as ever, ran into my nose as tears fell from my eyes. I knew I had had a once in a lifetime experience and that I was one of the luckiest people on Earth, but I couldn't help being sad. I felt as if I were part of the family and I knew we would keep in touch, but I would never have an experience as amazing as this. I didn't know how I could find any excitement as amazing as this trip when I returned home.

I now knew how all of the Doctor's companions felt when they had to leave him in Doctor Who.

Finally, we arrived at my old house, where my parents were waiting for me. I looked over at Guy and Will, who rubbed my shoulders gently. Jonny gave me a little hug as a tear slipped out from the corner of his eye. Chris helped me out of the van and stared at me. With a lump in my throat, I let out a shaky sigh.

"Well," I said to him. "This is it." His eyes got watery, and he scooped me up in his arms and hugged me tight. It was the longest hugs I have ever received. He let out a short, airy laugh before kissing me on the top of my head.

"I know that you're going home," Chris said, his British accent just as soothing as ever. "I know you'll go back to school and back to friends and back to family. Hopefully continue being our best fan. Regardless, I want you to know you're absolutely amazing. And... I love you." I sobbed before falling to my knees. I didn't want to leave. I couldn't. He looked into my eyes.

"I'll text you later. I promise." He slid something into the pocket of my hoodie, jumped in the van, and pulled off. I stared into the window where Chris eyed me carefully. He gave me that smirk that I loved so much, and I pressed my hand over my mouth to keep from sobbing. I was left in the cold, outside my house with my bags. My parents ran out and hugged me, asking about how it was. I was too upset to speak, and I told them that I would catch up with them later. I sat in my old, small room and cried. Then, I remembered he had put something in my hoodie pocket. I reached inside and found a flash drive. I quickly plugged it into my laptop. On the flash drive was a video. I opened it to see a montage of me and the band. There was everything to when I first met them, to our first gig, to the food fights in the van and Phil getting mad at us, to even the day before I left. Chris had taken all of it with his phone. I cried with pure joy, because I realized something very important.

Just because they were a world famous band, they were still people. They were all good hearted, loving guys who would go to the ends of the Earth just to make a sad kid smile. And it made me become a bigger fan of theirs.

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HEY GUYS. So yes, this is FINALLY the end of my Coldplay fanfic. Pft, it's been like, a year. But! Nonetheless, it is done. The ending is kinda crappy, so I might redo it sometime. or, if you have a better suggestion, leave a comment or message me. it's really appreciated :3

I honestly hoped you liked it, I spent a while making this XD I've been a Coldplayer for as long as I can remember. They've always been there for me in their music. They're just...amazing.

If you want more Coldplay, check out my Coldplay blog:

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11.4.15 Update:

After three years of putting it off, I have finally revised it all. I'm in absolute shock that this has 5.5k reads. It means the world to me. I know I haven't written anything after this one story, but I hope to start again. I no longer use that tumblr account. Instead, you can find me on Instagram: ari.lentini. Thank you for all of the support.