Imagination (Christian Collins fanfiction)

Chapter 35

Chris gave me a piggy back ride to the venue and we were standing on the carpet in line for the VIP portion of the show. That's always fun, but like I've said before, there's always that ONE person that pisses me off...

After one chick that looked normal got done with Chris, she glared at me and handed me an envelope. We took a picture and she quickly walked to Crawford.

I looked at the envelope and shrugged before setting it down behind me and continuing the meet and great.

After the meet and great I picked up the couple things that fans brought me as did everyone else. We walked backstage and I dropped my stuff on a table and sat down.

What caught my attention was the envelope, I want to see what's in it even though I most likely won't like it, mostly because of the look she gave me. I grabbed it and opened it,

"I really don't like you and I thought you should know. I hate you and I know that Chris can do so much better! You're worthless and shouldn't even be considered famous. I hope you make good use of these."

I glanced inside the envelope and dropped it before covering my mouth and the blades fell out. There were 3 and my eyes started watering, did people really hate me this much?

Of course, Chris walked in and I quickly jumped on the floor and picked them up.

"Nicole?"

I slowly looked up and his expression made me want to cry, "Don't think I didn't see that.. Who gave you those?"

I wiped my eyes and looked down at my hands, "Someone who had VIP..." I mumbled.

He walked over to me and lifted my head up, he slowly kissed my cheek and then looked at the note. After reading it, he put it down and covered his face with his hands.

I pulled him close to me and held him, "I don't know why my fans would hate you so much.."

"They're jealous, I'm ugly, I'm worthless-"

Chris perked up and look me straight in the eye, "No! You stop it right there. Nikki you are beautiful and you're worth more to me than anything.."

I nodded and put my head against his chest. He rubbed my back before pulling my head up, kissing my forehead, and standing up.

"Christian?"

All he did was shake his head and walk up to the stage entrance, "Can I get a mic?"

"Christian."

Someone handed him a mic and he walked right up on stage. I ran up to the entrance but stopped myself from running on stage.

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"I wanna know something..."

Everything went silent and I covered my mouth so I wouldn't gasp.

"What did my girlfriend ever do to you? I wanna know why you hate her so much, tell me, explain to me."

The crowd stayed silent and he just stood there with the same hurt look on his face, "And I wanna know who that was who gave her the blades..."

The crowd gasped or widened their eyes and people started talking. A girl, the girl, in the front row looked down and covered her face, Chris saw her and kneeled down in front of her on the stage,

"Why? Why would you encourage that?"

"Because I-, well she-, I don't know! I don't like her!"

He shook his head and stood up and she turned red, "I want you all to know that no matter what, I will always love her. What you say negative about her won't change how I feel because what you say doesn't define me or her, it defines you."

He dropped the mic from his face and motioned for me to come on stage. I rapidly shook my head and he threw his head back and then looked at me...

I can't resist him!

I slowly walked to the stage with my head down and he pulled my arm and pulled me to his side, I covered my face with my hands because now I'm embarrassed. He kissed the side of my head and rubbed my arm before bringing the mic back to his face,

"I love her, and you should all love her too, you don't have to love her, but I would like if you could at least respect her. If you don't, then I guess you aren't my fans.."

He then pulled my hands away from my face and kissed me right there... On stage... In front of everyone...

He then picked me up bridal style and carried me off stage, "Christian Collins!" We looked over and saw an angry Jeff stomping towards us,

"What was that?"

"Standing up for my girlfriend?"

"Why?"

Chris pointed towards the envelope on the table and Jeff raised an eyebrow at Chris, "That's why.." Chris said setting me down and wrapping his arms around me. I wrapped mine around him and he rested his head over mine, "It'll be okay, Princess... You'll be okay.."

"Why would someone do this?" Jeff asked holding the blades in his hand, Chris shrugged and rubbed my back.

"Well Nikki, you won't be making good use of these," Jeff said shoving the blades in his pocket, "and I'm sorry about all of this, but you're still going to sing on stage."

"I wanna go with her." Chris stated.

"You what?"

"I wanna sing with her."