Imagination (Christian Collins fanfiction)

Chapter 33

I woke up to Chris singing 'As Long As You Love Me' by Justin Bieber. He has an amazing voice... I sat up on the couch and listened to him, I guess we fell asleep here last night.

"Hey princess," he smiled when he saw me sitting up, "how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, really." I smiled. He kissed my forehead and turned around to continue whatever he was doing while singing. I pulled out my phone and pointed the camera towards the floor while he sang in the background.

I stopped the recording and looked up at him, "I love your voice."

"Well I love you." He said walking to me and wrapping his arms around my hips. I smiled and rested my head against his chest.

"I love you too."

"We're pulling up to to venue in 10! Get ready!" Jeff yelled so the bus could hear. I pulled away from Chris and he pouted, "I have to get ready."

"Okay." He smirked and sat down.

"Christian?"

"Yeees?"

"What are you doing?"

"Sitting?"

"You're such a pervert." I laughed and threw a shirt at him. I got changed anyway because it's not like he's never seen me in my bra and underwear, he's probably walked in on me changing like 600 times...

I finished changing and turned around, Chris was upside down on his phone doing God knows what. I laughed and he glanced at me, "You're beautiful."

"Oh gosh Christian, stop it, I look like a wreck." I said covering my face, anxiety makes me look tired.

"You," he said standing up and moving my hands away from my face, "are always beautiful." He kissed my forehead.

"Now sit down and let me braid your hair!"

I laughed and sat down and he sat behind me and brushed through my hair before starting a French braid. That's one thing, if a guy can French braid: he's mine.

He pulled a hair tie off my wrist and tied my hair before kissing my cheek and moving his way down to my lips.

The bus stopped and we heard Jeff walking around, "Everyone head straight to the 3rd flood and in to room 320!"

We all filed off the bus and in to the lobby where there were screaming fans, I smiled but my anxiety went up again. Chris grabbed my hand and pulled me closer, "I know that smile. You're going to be okay, I got you. Just breathe."

We headed up to the room and it was HUGE! I guess we're all staying here all day until the show, or we can go out and do things. I just want to stay here, not sure about everyone else...

I walked around to check out the room and came across a back living room, I sat down on the couch and pulled out my phone. I was scrolling through twitter and saw that fans found out that I was in the hospital and now everyone knows... How did- never mind, they're fan girls! They can find anything...

@Nikki_tho: "I'm okay guys! I had a pretty bad anxiety attack and Chris was worried so he took me in:)"

I smiled when most people responded with sweet things about how they're glad I'm okay. I scrolled through a little more before checking my Instagram and liking edits of me and Chris, just me, or just Chris.

I got a text from my mom because she saw my tweet, oh yay, I have to explain now, don't I? I was about to answer when someone walked in the room, I rolled my eyes and started answering my mom.

Ashton walked over to me and kicked my leg, my breath hitched for a second but I kept typing, she's a pain in the butt...

She kicked me harder and I set my phone down and looked at her, "What?"

"I told you."

"Told me what?"

"That Chris would come crawling back to me."

"He didn't crawl back to you, you manipulated him in to thinking you were hurt and he fell for it!"

"Oh I was hurt, but not as hurt as everyone thought. Taylor and I are back together, but don't think that will stop me from getting Chris back."

"Keep dreaming, honey."

"Watch me." She stomped out of the room and I continued to text my mom. I need more friends...

I clicked my phone off and leaned back on the couch, I'm tired. I checked the time once before closing my eyes and dozing off.