Never Let Me Down

Chapter 1

21st December 2015

"Lauren, what are you doing?" Chris asked, watching Lauren throw clothes into a suitcase, not caring about folding them. "What's it look like Chris?" Lauren snapped back at him, she could feel the anger building like bile from the pit of her stomach. She swallowed it down, she didn't want to be angry at Chris really but she couldn't help it.

"What? you're leaving? where are you going?" He asked her. "None of your fucking business." She slammed the case shut and locked it, dragging it off the bed she walked out of the bedroom and dragged it down the stairs. The case made loud thuds as it hit each step, Chris grimaced at the noise and closed his eyes.

Everything had been going so well between them the last year and now a stupid paparazzi photo was going to come in between them. He wanted to find the person who took it and destroy them. "Lauren, please, don't go! I can explain. It's really not what it looks like! it's been blown way out of proportion. You've never believed any of this before! What's different now?"

Lauren turned at the door and looked at him "Well, those photos look pretty suspicious to me! Looks like she was enjoying your company in more ways than one! You know what?! You're fucking welcome to her. I've nothing left to say, goodbye Chris." Lauren opened the door and walked out.

Chris stood rooted to the spot, half of his brain telling him to go after her and the other half telling him to let her go. He watched her walk down the drive towards a waiting taxi, his feet just wouldn't move.

Lauren walked up to the taxi and got in, not looking back. She knew if she did, she would start crying. She bit her tongue hard as the taxi pulled away.

"FUCK!" Chris shouted out, he stormed back upstairs and paced the room, willing himself to calm down. He took deep breaths, trying to stop his hands from shaking. He sighed heavily and sat on the bed, putting his head in his hands he started to cry. He loved her dearly and cared for her, there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her.

After ten minutes he wiped the tears from his face and walked into the closet and sighed again. In her hurry to leave she'd left drawers open and discarded clothes over the floor. He bent down and started to pick her stuff up, hanging up her dresses and tops and folding trousers and jeans.

He picked up some of her dirty laundry and went to put it in the laundry basket, stopping to smell her shirt. He immediately recognised her perfume, Emporio Armani's 'She' it was her favourite and it suited her. He also caught the undertone of her natural smell, he loved that the most, it was similar to warm pastry. He didn't know why she smelled like that but that was the only way he could describe it.

Putting the clothes in the basket, he turned the light off in the closet and laid down. His mind raced as to where she was going, he though of anyone she would stay with in L.A. He picked up his phone and called Anton, he and Lauren had become good friends and he thought she may have gone there.

"Anton, please tell me Lauren is there?"

"No, sorry Chris, she's not here. What's happened?"

"Shit! She walked out on me and I don't know where she's gone. I thought she may have gone to yours?"

"No, she isn't here. Let me guess? she saw those photos? You're an idiot Chris. You need to find her, I'll try and call her."

"Yes I know! I don't need a lecture from you as well thanks!"

Chris suddenly sat up, "Shit! I think I know where she's going." He hung up and ran into the room Lauren called his office and pulled open a drawer that usually contained their passports and other documents. He searched the drawer, finding his passport but Lauren's was missing.

He ran downstairs grabbing the keys to his Porsch and ran into the garage. He pulled out and drove as quick as he could to the airport.