Parachutes (Album Adventures)

Parachutes: Don't Panic

A/N Hey guys it's EverMila and this is my first fanfic ever! I'm so excited so I made this chapter extra long. Thanks for giving it a read. Please feel free to leave a comment or ask a question. This is chapter one I'm planning on doing the whole album. Thank you again and I hope you enjoy the story.
See You Soon. - EverMila✨

"Oh shi... " exclaimed a young man with curly golden locks

"Christopher I know you were not about to swear were you?" Chris' mum interrupted.

"Uhg... of course not mum I am a gentleman. At least that's what you always tell me." Chris said as he flashed a cheeky grin and planted a kiss on his mum's cheek.

"Now what's what's wrong lamb?"

"Well I go back to Uni today and I can't find blood, my good guitar. I think Al pinched it and won't tell me where it is."

His mum giggled and then sighed.

But before she could answer her curly haired "lamb" exclaimed "I knew it! I knew the little... brother pinched it! You must tell me where it is and I promise I won't give him a good kicking for taking it. Not that he doesn't deserve one."

"Goodness Chris you treat that guitar like an infant"

"And you treat that child like a child." He said with his cheeks red.

"Well that makes since. He is a child and he is my child and your little brother. Furthermore my man child I don't care how grown or famous you get you'll always be my child, my sweet little lamb who will not be kicking anybody for any reason. Now, come on follow me and we'll ask your brother for your guitar." She smiled sweetly.

She always did that she knew exactly how to defuse and redirect him in the most sweet yet stern way.

"I swear mum only you can make me feel like some sort of a rockstar and put the fear of God in me at the same time." He said while scratching the back of his head.

They continued to walk out to the massive backyard of their Devon home. The words of his mum swirling in his head.

"Mum did you mean what you said... uh, you know about me being famous that is?" He sheepishly asked running his fingers through his curls.

"Not if you keep messing with your hair. You can't afford to go bald lamb."  She said gently pulling his had out of his hair.

Chris bursted into a deep voiced large laugh.

"Thanks mum. Geez, he sure did go far to hide away with my guitar."

"You know why he did it don't you?"

"Cause he can be a little bit of a twat at times."

"Christopher!"

"Sorry mum."

She laughed and gave him a little shove.

"No you silly sod, your brother doesn't want you to leave. Even though he may not always act like it he nearly worships you."

Chris laughed and said "hey, you said no kicking!" As  he let out another large laugh

Once again his mum's words wrapped his brain. He maybe a bit of an over energetic goofball most of the time, he also had an almost secret intellect, and a gentle caring soul. They were approaching the bottom of a big hill when Chris spotted a young man holding a guitar as if to play it and his dad's arm  wrapped around the child's small frame. The closer he got he could hear sniffing. Chris froze for second, his heart pounding. He felt so bad that his leaving hurt his little brother so much. Al always tried to act so tough, but his soft center was something he had in common with Chris.