Parachutes (Album Adventures)

Parachutes: Parachutes

A/N Thanks for reading see you at the bottom. 😘

My POV

I slept over at Chris' flat when we got off the train that Sunday night. We were both very knackered from our travels but managed to stay up most the night cuddling and talking. The moments were sweet. You would think we would've gotten sick of each other then, but no we were able to put off fighting until now. This Monday afternoon I'm arguing with the person I love most in this entire world. And for what? Because he's volunteering on my only night off this week. Why am I so upset about that? Well the way I see it this might be my last week with Chris. I want to come clean to him with Guy this weekend. Now i just need to see if i can get Guy to agree to. I need to talk to him alone.

"Honey! Why are you so upset now? You knew my volunteer day was coming up. I'm sorry it's on your day off. We can hang out during the morning and then after church."

"Why are you being such a knob!?!? Why can't you just reschedule? I didn't realize I was dating a religious, holier than thou, arse hole!"

"I'm not..."

I could tell that my words hurt him. The crazy thing is I didn't mean it. None of it. I'm afraid of loosing him and now I'm lashing out. Whatever bit of faith that he had was one of the things i really love about him. He has so much hope for life and that there's some sort of plan and to try to trust what happens. We were walking to my job as we argued and Chris was saying something but stopped abruptly. I thought it was because I hurt him. When he stopped talking he also stopped walking. He just looked up and froze. His face was white as a sheet. His eye didn't dance but were red and filling with tears. My god what have I done?

"Chris I'm so very sorry love! I didn't mean it. Any of..."
He grabbed my arm and started pulling me across the street. My love wasn't hurt by me he was afraid.

"Come on. Stay quite, we're crossing now. Just trust me please!"
I nodded in response. His grip was firm. He wasn't hurting me but it was definitely tighter than how he normally grips me. He's sweating and shaking. I look over to see what on earth could have him so scared. He has his head down and his arm around my waist holding me securely to him. I don't know if it's to protect me or to comfort himself. I steal a glance across the street to see what caused all this fuss. The only thing I see are a couple of blokes laughing and looking right at us. I don't understand why Chris would be acting this way over....
OH NO! THOSE ARE THE FREAKING BUSTARDS THAT BEAT HIM. THOSE BASTARDS THAT HAUNT HIS NIGHTMARES EVER SINCE. They were ordered to stay away from Chris and Jon but looks like they will be breaking that order as they are stumbling towards us. They must be drunk, even though its only early evening. I hold Chris tighter trying to gain his attention but not alarm him. He looks at me then over to the twats approaching us at a quicker pace. Both of us start running while holding hands. Both of our steps are in time together. Chris is going slower than his top speed to stay with me, as I am shorter than he is. Our best efforts aren't enough. They cut us off in our path.

"Hello Martin nice to see you."

Chris says nothing he's just starts holding my hand tighter. I can feel his pulse his heart is racing or maybe that's my pulse. He's squeezing really tight and shaking pretty bad.
I wrap my arms around his waist to hopefully make him feel a little more at ease. He puts an arm around me and glances down. Our eyes meet briefly and I flash him a smile.

"So Chris mate, aren't you going to introduce us to the bird?"

"The bird! is called Honey." I spat my reply wishing it was venom.

"Oi, the chic has a bite ain't she?"

"That she does Tom. I don't think she cares for you very much. Maybe I ought to try my luck with the little minx."