Imagination (Christian Collins fanfiction)

Chapter 14

"Your girlfriend beat Nikki!" Chris yelled at him but I just kinda stood there in his arms.

"Is your side okay?" Chris asked when Taylor turned around and scolded Ashton. I shook my head no, it was throbbing.

He lifted the side of my shirt up and mumbled something under his breath that I couldn't make out.

"It's really bruised and there's a small cut." Oh yay! How freaking GREAT! "Look what she did!" Chris yelled and pulled the side of my shirt up, even though I was wearing a crop top.

The place that showed skin got the worst. I latched on to Chris as he yelled at Ashton.

"Chris just stop. I'll be okay." I said looking up at him. He's so attractive what the heck.

He wrapped his arms around me but not too tight because he didn't want to hurt me.

"Let's get you cleaned up..." He said glaring at Ashton and walking me back to the bus. When we got to the bus a couple people asked what was wrong.

"Oh my gosh! What happened?!" Crawford asked with a concerned look on his face.

"Girl, what happened?" Twaimz asked with one hand over his mouth.

"OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED?!" Luke yelled.

Too many questions. I grabbed Christian's shirt and he walked me over to the couch.

"Guys back up." He said because he could tell my anxiety was going up. "Ashton freaking beat her up." He said walking away to the bathroom.

"Are you okay?" Crawford asked kneeling in front of me. I shook my head no. Do I look okay?

Chris came back with a wet rag. "Can you guys please leave?"

Everyone nodded their heads and walked out of the room. Chris closed the door then came back to sit next to me.

He lifted up my shirt and slowly pressed the wet rag to my side. I winced but it only stung for a second.

"You bruise easy."

I glanced down at my side and it was worse than I thought. It was from my mid ribcage to my hip on my left side with a cut down my side. How did that even happen?!

"Does it hurt still?" He asked still lightly dabbing the cut on my side. I shook my head no. It hurt a little, but it was dull now.

He threw the rag on the coffee table and put his arm around my shoulders. I leaned in to him and he kissed the side of my head.

"Thank you." I mumbled

"What for?"

"For taking care of me and being there for me." I said and he started playing with a strand of my hair.

"No need to thank me. If you love something you take care of it. And I love you, so I'm going to take care of you." He meant it. He looked in my eyes the whole time.

I started blushing and looked down. He slowly lifted my chin up so I was looking at him. He slowly leaned in and kissed me.

I put my hand on his cheek and he put on hand on my thigh and the other on my waist. My weakness.

He leaned forward so we were as close as possible. He kept pushing forward until I was on my back against the arm of the couch and he was on top.

I grabbed two handfuls of his hair. He laughed which made me laugh still not breaking the kiss.

"I. Love. You." He said between kisses.

"I love you too." I mumbled against his lips. He pulled away even though I didn't want him to.

"Should we go get food now?" Chris laughed.

"We should." I said and we stood up. He took my hand and we headed off.