Desire {Christian Delgrosso Fanfiction}

I.

"Stop the car right now!" I yelled at him but all he did was ignore me and keeping speeding up. "Christian, stop! We need to talk about it, okay? I can't stand you when you act like that!"

"Of course you can't! You can't stand anything I do anyway!" He yelled back at me and sped up again.

I was scared, I wouldn't take my eyes off of the road, checking every corner, my eyes spinning around like wheels. He was so mad at me and I wanted to explain but he didn't give me a chance. And I don't know why he had to drive like that and that fast. I was so scared. What if we get killed? And I hardly cared about me, what if he got hurt? If I got away and he didn't, I wouldn't be able to live. I wouldn't be able to live without him.

"Christian, please, slow down the car." I tried again, calmly but no result came out of that. He just wouldn't listen to me. I bet at this point he was ignoring me so hard.

I wasn't feeling well. And not physically but mentally. I had this anxious feeling that something would go terribly wrong. And I knew it would. I could feel it coming.

"Christian...It's the first ever time and possibly the last time I'm saying this...I love you." I exhaled, my heart beating like a drum and my palms getting sweaty. My mind was travelling too far away now and I felt like I would watch my whole life pass by in front of my own eyes.

I suddenly heard a loud thud and the constant beeping sound of a huge truck's horns made me close my eyes and pray.

I was lying unconsciously for more than half a hour. I opened my eyes, in the middle of the road, in the middle of the night. Alone, surrounded by car and truck ruins.

Oh my. We were in an accident! Where was he? I stood up quickly, trying to balance my dizzy and hurt body, my eyes scanned the area. No sound of life. "Christian?" I mumbled, I could barely hear my own voice. I coughed and my eyes got teary. "Christian?" I called his name again but there was no answer. I walked around the smashed car and all the iron parts on the street, looking for any sign of him. But he was nowhere to be found. "Christian!" I was yelling at the top of my lungs and yet no response.

"(Y/N)! I'm here, I'm here! It's okay, I got you!" I felt Christian wrap his arms around me and holding me close to his chest once I opened my eyes in terror.

I was so confused. What the hell happened? Was it real or was it another nightmare caused by my own fears and anxiety? What was real anymore, anyway?

"I'm here, baby..." Christian whispered, holding me protectively while I was feeling like I was in a state of shock, I was almost panicking.

Confusion in my eyes and voice, I was trembling and shaking like I was hypothermic. I couldn't even breathe normally. I was breathing heavily, as if I ran miles.

"Are you okay?" I managed to say and turn to look at Christian. I was slowly calming down, finally.

"I'm fine, are you?" His concerned dark eyes met mine and I nodded in response. "I'll be fine, don't worry about me." I exhaled, trying to pull myself together.

"What was that? Why were you screaming my name? You scared the hell out of me, (Y/N)." He bombarded me with words that I have to think before I reply, since I was lost in my head's confusion.

I shook my head, meaning that it was no big deal. "Nothing, just another nightmare." I pressed my lips in a straight line.

"Are you always like that?" Christian's sad eyes made my heart sink a little.

I couldn't eye contact him, my eyes were looking up and down, all around. Should I be honest and say yes right away or should I just cover it up by saying that it's only because of temporary stress and that he had no reason to worry?

"Um, no. It only happens when I'm under much pressure and stress." I replied, shrugging my shoulders lightly.

"Can I..do anything to help you?" Christian caressed my cheek and stared at me with those sadly concerned eyes.

"No, don't worry though. I'm okay, thanks." I pressed myself to smile at him and nodded, reassuring him.

"Promise?" He didn't quite believe me but he wanted to, I could tell.

"Promise." Christian smiled as the word left my mouth and he laid a soft kiss on my cheek before pulling me closer to him and holding me again.

I sighed, laying my head on his chest while he held me. I was so thankful he was there. I was used to getting through this kind of stuff mostly alone and I guess I was doing fine but knowing that someone is there for me and someone cares, is the best thing ever. It's a feeling that we all love and want to have in our lives. We like knowing that someone is there for us. We need to know that someone will help us through. And if we do know that, then we feel invincible. It's like we're not standing alone anymore, we're standing with an army.