Sparks

Seven

Parachutes had been a smashing success in the UK, as had the rumor of the relationship between Chris and Jonny.

It's not that they were ashamed of it, but they'd rather not be known as "the band with a gay couple in it" either. Their music was what they wanted to be known for, just an average British indie rock band.

It's not that Chris and Jonny did anything in public that made people suspicious, because they had been very wary of that, but it seemed that since neither of them had girlfriends and they both spent a lot of time together, people put two and two together.

Some people were less intrigued by whether what the fan base called "Buckin" had any to it truth to it or not, and rather by where on Earth Chris had come from. The people from where he had said he had come from, Devon, had claimed that they didn't remember having a Chris Martin living in their town, and no one else had either. Chris had simply ignored it, but he knew he'd have to fess up eventually.

The band was working on A Rush of Blood to the Head. Chris was stressed about his life, about work, and about his relationship with Jonny, but he hid everything from his boyfriend, of course. He didn't want to feel stressed, but he couldn't help that. He tried as much as he could to simply enjoy the time that he had left with Jonny, for he knew that after the new album was released, him and the love of his life would be forced to part ways. And the worst part of it all was knowing that he would crush his love's heart, for he could not tell him the real reason for their separation, and it tore the blue-eyed singer to shreds.

His boyfriend laid beside him, asleep, as Chris laid awake at 3 in the morning, wondering how the fuck he could hurt the man with those beautiful green eyes. How would he survive without that man's beautiful body beside him every day? His heart ached just thinking about it.

Jonny let out a loud snore and Chris snickered. He smiled and placed a soft kiss upon his sleeping beauty's cheek, careful not to wake him.

He smiled in his sleep, and Chris imagined him dreaming about the two of them, living life and starting a family together. He sighed, and rubbed his fingers through Jonny's strawberry blonde hair.

"My rock..." he whispered, a song suddenly coming to his head. Quietly, he got out of the bed he shared with Jonny, slipped on some shoes and a pair of sweatpants, and walked down to his old apartment, despite it being 3 AM on a cold, January night. He had hardly worn anything (as he slept only in his boxers), and as he walked, he enjoyed the cold, nipping at his nose, his bare chest, and his fingertips.

When he entered the apartment and turned the lights on, he immediately grabbed his guitar. He didn't worry about getting a shirt or warming himself up, rather he wanted to record a melody that he thought would be appropriate to give to Jon.

The green eyes, he thought, and it gave him a bit of inspiration for the song.

"Honey you are a rock,
Upon which I stand.
And I come here to talk,
I hope you understand."

Chris stopped for a moment, imagining himself telling Jonny that it was over. A tear escaped and he shook off the lyric and continued.

"Green eyes,
Yeah the spotlight,
Shines upon you."

He smiled as he imagined his boyfriend standing on stage, playing his guitar with a big grin on his face.

"And how could anybody deny you?"

Chris' smile grew larger and he laughed at himself.

"Well I came here with a load,
And it feels so much lighter now I've met you.
And honey you should know
That I could never go on without you."

It was true. Chris had come to Earth with his father's load on his shoulders, but it had seemed that since he had met Jonny, all those troubles had disappeared, at least until his most recent talk with the president.

Chris didn't know what to do.

He put down his guitar and he continued to cry. At this point, it was about 6 in the morning and the birds were just beginning to come out from their quiet homes within the trees.

Unexpectedly, the door to the studio opened, startling Chris. He wiped his eyes and looked up, to see Guy walk into the studio, fully dressed and rested, unlike poor Chris.

"Chris? What are you doing here so early? And where's your shirt?" He walked closer to the singer and with a squint, he noticed that Chris had been crying. "What happened?" The bassist asked, concerned. "It doesn't have to do with Jonny, does it? Does he know you're here?"

For a moment, Chris debated telling Guy everything. I'm not from Earth, Guy, he thought. And the same man who killed my father is threatening to kill me if I don't break up with the love of my life.

The very thought of his situation brought him to tears again.

Guy wasn't great when it came to other people crying, and he swore that he would never have kids (a promise that he later broke), so when he watched Chris break down, the only thing he could do was simply pat his back and whisper encouraging words.

"I'm sorry, Chris. Do you want to talk about what happened?"

Chris shook his head, but changed his mind only a few minutes later. "I... I was sad and couldn't sleep. I couldn't bear look at Jonny, so I put on a pair of pants and walked over here-"

"Without a shirt?"

Chris nodded. "Anyway, so I just picked up a guitar and was writing for a couple hours, but the lyrics reminded me of Jonny and I began to cry and I guess that's when you came in..." Guy listened intently and continued to rub Chris' back. "It's a mess, Guy. Everything is a mess."

"Why is it a mess? Why does Jonny make you sad?"

Chris sighed and shook his head. "It's... complicated. I have to..." he took a deep breath. "I have to have kids. And Jonny won't give me that, so I have to break up with him."

Guy looked horrified. "Why would you say that? Are kids really more important to you than Jonny is? Just because he's a man, you're going to break up with him? Petty, Chris. Petty."

Chris looked at him, about as horrified as he was. "That's why it's a mess. You don't understand! There's this... man... who has been threatening me... I have to have kids, or he's gonna... I just can't explain it."

Guy looked confused, and Chris was afraid that he was gonna have to explain everything, but he didn't question anymore. "Look, Chris. Just... follow your heart. Not your head. Sometimes you do dumb things because you refuse to acknowledge that organ right there." He pointed at Chris' chest. "If you love him, keep him."

Chris sighed and nodded. "Yeah. Thanks, Guy."

"No problem, man. Now go put on a shirt and I'll call the guys so we can get started on that song I heard you working on." He winked knowingly and the singer blushed.

But it still didn't help that all their lives would be on the line if he followed his heart.