INTERNATIONAL - (A Chris Brown Fan Fiction Love Story)

CHAPTER 16

- CHRIS' POV

Kerry and I got our asses back to Switzerland the next day. Most of the crew fucking ignored us when we arrived... we weren't welcomed with open arms.

"Chris, I've been thinking about something," Kerry said as she ate some chips.

I grabbed some. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Why don't you invite Robyn out here? I want to get to know her."

I looked at Kerry in disbelief. "Do you know who Robyn is? She's the most fucking busiest woman on the planet. Her daily schedule is fucking pages, I'm telling you."

"Well surely she has a space between now and the end of the tour? Or we could even meet up after."

I hugged her. "I'll ring her... just for you."

"Now?"

"Later, boo. I'mma go and get some shit now."

She pulled away from me. "What shit?"

"I... need some weed, Kerry."

"Absolutely not," she said, getting angry. "As soon as you win me back you want to go get some fucking weed? What the fuck is up with you, Chris?"

"I don't fucking know. I think all this touring's getting to me... I love it, don't get me wrong, but it takes all my fucking energy. I just need a few hits, boo."

"If you go and smoke some of that shit," Kerry spoke loudly, "I won't be here when your ass gets the fuck back here."

"OK, OK. Maybe I don't need it, then."

"So you'll call Robyn now?"

I nodded. I rang Robyn.

"Hey, hey, hey, Christopher! How are you?"

"Not bad, thanks. Can I put you on the phone to Kerry?"

"Sure, sure."

Kerry looked surprised as I passed the phone to her. After a few minutes, they both got on well... which was kinda strange to me, not gonna lie. Two people who I loved / had loved were connecting together and starting to form a friendship... yeah, I felt weird as fuck.

"She's really cool," Kerry said when she put the phone down. "I was expecting her to be one of those celebrity divas but she's pretty down to earth."

"Yeah, the media portrays every person in the spotlight as something they're not. Anyway, what did Robyn say?"

"She said she's coming tomorrow."

"How the fuck did she manage that? She must have cancelled a whole load of shit."

"I dunno, she didn't go onto that subject."

- ROBYN'S POV

I took the last drag of my blunt and got up off the bed. I'd only taken a couple of hits... nothing big or anything. I didn't want to be high for the photoshoot because that was the worst thing I could do. I got changed and then got a taxi to the studio.

I loved London because everything was beautiful. I usually hung out with Cara Delevigne when I was there but I hadn't heard from her in a while. Oh well, at least I'd be hanging out with a familiar face tomorrow - Chris. Oh, and a kinda unfamiliar face, Kerry... I'd seen pictures of her in a few magazines but I hadn't seen her in the flesh yet.

I was soon getting out of the taxi and walking through the studio's revolving door.

I was met by a complete stranger. "Rihanna! So punctual, I like it. If you'd just like to follow me."

Everytime I come to London, I want to slap everyone who pronounces my Ree-anna. Why the fuck don't they ever call me Ree-arna? It fucking annoys me, seriously.

We went in an elevator and then walked along a few corridors to the studio. The photoshoot consisted of what every other one consists of - standing the fuck around for hours on end. I couldn't wait to wrap it all up.

- KERRY'S POV

Chris and I had a lazy day; no work, no sex. It was great to be able to just relax in his arms, listening to the radio.

He started singing along. I loved it when he sang and it was just us two together; I'd always thought his voice to be like an angel's because it was so beautiful. 

He stopped singing after a few seconds.

"Carry on singing, Chris," I smiled, kissing him. "For me."

He sang again and I began to sing along with him.

Chris burst into laughter. "You sound like a fucking dying cat, boo."

"Hey," I smirked, trying to pretend to cry but failing by joining in with his laughter. "I have feelings, you know."

"My dick has feelings too," he sniggered. "And they strong as fuck."

"I don't want any sex, baby. Tomorrow?"

"What, you want a fucking three-"

I giggled. "Oh shit, yeah. Hell no. Forgot Robyn was coming."

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