Don't

23

The next week was spent getting ready for Milan, making sure you had clothes, passport. The sense of dread welling up in your chest, you couldn't place the feeling. You knew you should of been excited, it was the first time traveling outside the US, and yet it was there.
It was dark as you and Chris boarded the plane, a steady drizzle fell from the heavens. You found your seats and leaned back, taking in a deep breath, and slowly exhaling. Chris grabbed your hand gently, a look of concern had washed over his face. You smiled over at him, getting lost in those blues of his.
"You okay, baby girl?" He asked softly, his eyes tracking across you face.
"Yeah, just tired." You replied back, stifling a yawn.
"Sorry about making it a red eye, it's just quieter." His voice soft as he brought your knuckles to his lips.
"Chris, we're in public." You giggled softly as your heart leapt to your throat.
He nodded, gently placing your hand back down on the arm rest. Before long the plane took off, rising high in the sky, you could feel your eye lids growing heavy. The plane jolted suddenly, snapping you back awake as you gripped the arm rest tighter.
"Hey," Chris cooed, rubbing the top of your hand in comforting circles. "It's just a bit of turbulence."
"I know." You breathed, counting to ten in your head.
"Sweetheart, are you sure you're okay? You seem a lot tenser then usual." You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, his face still etched with concern.
"I just, I have a bad feeling, don't ask why, I just do." You took a deep breath, finally turning your head to meet his gaze. "I'm sure it's nothing."
"Is it the flight?"
"I don't know."
After the turbulence the rest of the flight went smoothly, you managed to doze most of it. Your head was lightly resting against his shoulder. You were jolted awake as the plane touched down, slowly opening up your eyes looking around. Sun spilling in through the window to your right, Chris had dozed as well his head rested on the top of yours. You smiled to yourself before sitting up.
Chris groaned as his eyes started to open, he sat up fully and stretched. He looked at you giving you a sleepy smile before standing, both of you exited the plane quietly. Unlike the last time there were no cameras present but you still didn't let your guard drop till after you had picked up your luggage and were in the car set out for your hotel room.
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     The two of you had separate but connecting rooms like the last time. You had dropped your bag on the floor and looked out over the city from your window. It was breathtaking, the old cathedral style buildings mixing with the newer additions. You smiled to yourself watching the sky turn orange, between flying and traveling to the hotel it was already evening.
   Chris opened the door that joined your rooms together, his eyes landing on you. When he had asked if you would join him for a spur of the moment charity function you flat out asked him if he was crazy. But the man was stubborn as a mule, so while enroute to the hotel the two of you stopped by some place that sold dresses.
    You wore something simple yet elegant, the sleek black gown had a navy sheer overlay, and it was held by one strap over your left shoulder. You had quickly done your hair in a loose upsweep, allowing small traces to fall framing your face that held minimal natural style make up. You sighed to yourself a knot growing in the pit of your stomach. Chris walked up behind you wrapping his massive arms around you, you leaned your head back against his shoulder.
    "Ready, beautiful?" He murmured in your ear before gently pressing a kiss to the outter shell.
    You nodded, slowly turning to face him, where he gotten the tux you weren't sure cause you certainly didn't remember him packing it. Then again he probably had countless people to do his running around. He grasped your hand leading you out of the room, you heels clicking as you went.
    You couldn't help but think about the ramifications this could cause him, being seen coming out of your room. Or how he held your hand walking down the hall to the elevator. The fact the Chris had asked you to join him for this should of been a huge red flag, and you knew you should of polite told him it wouldn't of been in his best interest. But as you headed to the venue a part of you couldn't deny the fact that no matter what there would be no telling him no.
    You peered over at him, both of you sitting next to one another in the back of a limo. The sky behind the man with softest blue eyes had turned lavender as night continued its approach. His black and white tux was neatly pressed, and looked every bit the movie star he was. And you, you a girl from the middle of no where that just happened to have caught his eye in a diner.
     As the car rolled a stop Chris got out before you, helping you out of the car. You smiled at him briefly as the two of you made your way into the extravagant building. Soft swatches of fabric hung from the ceiling connecting to the walls, ivory candles lit perfectly placed tables. Music softly played in the back ground as you watched people mill about. You had never been to something to elegant in your life, and it caused your heart beat just that much faster.
   He walked you about introducing you to people you didn't know, and odds are you would never see again. As the night wore on he left you to yourself to go grab drinks. Toying with your napkin a bit, deep in thought about all the what if's that plagued you, for what had to have been the millionth time in the last twenty four hours.
     "Hello." You glanced up and your right, your eyes met a pair of deep blues framing by chocolate locks. "You must be y/n, I'm Sebastian."
    "Yes?" You responded slowly as he continued to smirk at you. You quickly glanced around the room hoping Chris was on his way back, but you failed to find him amongst the crowd.
    "So Chris has told me all about you." His smirk turned into a grin as leaned in close to you.