Trusting Again

Chapter Fourteen: Departure

Chris

"I'm going to miss you. That sounds pathetic, right?" Sandy laughed, pulling me close to her. "I mean you're only gone a week, but I need you here to protect me," she laughed bitterly, making me sigh.

I would be leaving for New York tomorrow to promote the new Avengers movie, but all I wanted to do was stay in LA with Sandy and Louis. I couldn't even stand the thought of being without them.

"You could come with me?" I suggested, making her groan.

"You know I can't," she whispered, leaning up to kiss my jaw. "Louis has school. I can't just take him away."

"That's true," I nodded. Louis came first and I understood that. We would just have to stand the time away from each other, which I was sure neither of us would enjoy.

"Let's go to bed," Sandy grinned, turning off the TV and pulling me off the couch. I smirked, knowing exactly what she was thinking. It was our last night together and I was sure we would make it count.

"Come here you beautiful, beautiful woman!" I called, chasing her up the stairs. She giggled as I pushed her against the wall, pulling her up so she could wrap her legs around my waist.

"Be quite!" Sandy ordered, though she was giggling at the same time. She laughed quietly as I began to kiss her neck, then pointed over at Louis' door, meaning she didn't want me to wake him. The kid was one of the heaviest sleepers I had ever met.

"I better take my woman to bed," I winked, carrying her upstairs. She tried to wiggle out of my arms, but I held her even closer when she did. I kicked open the door to our bedroom and laid her down on the bed, leaning my body on top of her.

"Fucking hell. I really am going to miss this," she whispered, making me pause. I stopped kissing her neck and laid beside her, pulling her over to lean her head on my chest. I rubbed her back gently and whispered how much I would miss it too. I really didn't want to leave.

"We're like a pair of love struck teenagers," l joked, making her laugh.

"We are," she agreed, placing her legs at either side of my body to sit on my lap. "Though, we're both better in bed than teenagers."

"Fuck yeah," I grinned, pulling her down to kiss me. I watched in awe as she stripped off her shirt and pulled down her skinny jeans, leaving herself in just her sexy, red, lace underwear that made my mouth water in amazement. Shit, she was perfect. Fucking perfect.

"See something you like?" Sandy asked innocently, smirking as I nodded in return. I couldn't even think...

I resisted the urge to drool, but lost the fight when she giggled at me. Seeing her happy took my breath away, especially when she was half naked. She pushed her breasts further in my direction, making me go crazy. I couldn't decide what to look at; her tits or her face.

"I have no clue where that whole 'America's Sweetheart' thing came from," I spoke, making her smirk. "You are far from that," I gulped, shrugging myself out of my t-shirt. I pressed her chest to mine and listened to the sound of her uneven breaths match my own.

"You're still wearing too much clothes," Sandy shook her head, struggling with the buttons on my jeans. I helped her out and threw them across the room, not caring as they hit off the wall and caused a loud noise to echo.

"That better?" I asked.

"Yes," she sighed, bending down to kiss my chest as I watched her. She trailed her fingers to my boxers, where she quickly got rid of them. "Now I'm too overdressed..." She trailed off, making me smirk.

"Oh, yes you are. I think I can help with that," I played along, making her giggle. She laughed loudly as I placed the strap of her bra between my teeth, faking a growl. I twisted her around so that I was now on top, and got rid of her underwear, though I made sure I didn't rip them since they were some of my favourites.

"Now," I coughed, placing a kiss on her nose, making her smile. "Time to get down to business," I joked, filling the room with our laughter.

• • • • •

"Wake up, Chris." Sandy whispered in my ear, making me groan. I didn't want to wake up. I didn't want to have to live through today. I just wanted to sleep, especially after all the sex last night.

"Ugh," I groaned as I felt Louis jump on top of me, shouting that I should wake up already. I slowly opened my eyes in annoyance, but grinned when I noticed him eating a banana as he jumped on the bed. "Come here, little man!" I pulled him down to me, tickling his sides.

"Chris!" He laughed loudly, making me sigh. I really didn't want to leave.

"You two, we have to be at the airport in an hour. No playing around," Sandy ordered, walking into the room, freshly showered and dressed. She bent down and kissed me, ignoring the morning breath I was sure I had.

"Stop!" Louis moaned, pushing me off her. I laughed and held him in my arms, carrying him downstairs. I skipped breakfast and decided to get changed instead, wearing some simple jeans and a shirt. I paired them with some of my chucks, sunglasses and a baseball cap.

When I went back downstairs, Peter was already there, drinking a coffee with Sandy.

"Are you ready to go?" She wondered, placing down her cup.

"Yeah," I whispered, nodding as I carried my suitcase and bag.

We followed Pete out to the car, where he got in the driver's seat. He would be seeing Sandy a lot while I was away to make sure she was safe. I needed her and Louis to be protected at all times.

It wasn't a long drive to the airport, but I wished for it to be longer. I wanted more time with them. I pulled Louis in for a hug in the car as we parked outside since he wouldn't be coming into the airport.

"I'll see you later, kid." I spoke.

"Bye, Chris!" He replied, wrapping his arms around my neck.

"Take care of your mom," I whispered in his ear as Sandy watched us.

"I will," he promised just before I got out the car. I quickly grabbed my bags and followed Sandy into the airport, ignoring the paparazzi, while Pete stayed with Louis.

"Sandra, aren't you worried that Chris will cheat like Jesse?!" One of the paparazzi guys shouted, flashing his camera in our faces. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me, and growled at the guy. The fucking asshole knew nothing.

"Your flight is being called," Sandy whispered as we got inside. There was a large group of people watching us, but we ignored them as usual. I pulled her in for a hug and kissed her forehead.

"I love you," I spoke, making her tear up. It was only for a week, but after everything that had happened lately, it was the hardest thing to say goodbye.

"Scheiße. Ich liebe dich."

"Did you just say 'shit' and 'I love you' in German?" I wondered, grinning hugely.

"Yes," she nodded, sniffing as she cried slightly. "And since when did you know that?"

"I learned some stuff," I shrugged, smirking. I had actually learned quite a lot in hopes of being able to speak to her in German one day. It was a beautiful language, and the fact that she was able to speak it, made it a lot hotter. I cared about that side of her.

"Really? Like what?"

"Sie sind so schön?" I winced, telling her she was beautiful, though I knew I wasn't pronouncing it properly.

"Now you really need to get on your flight," Sandy sighed, but she was grinning at my words. "Thank you," she said, bending up to kiss me.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer, wishing I didn't have to let go, but I did. I groaned and whispered goodbye as my flight was called again.

"Bye," I heard her whisper back, just as I was walking away. The last thing I saw was her slowly disappear into the large crowds of people rushing for their flights. Fuck.