I'll Always Look Out For You - Chris Martin Fanfiction

Chapter One

When the sun started to go down and the leaves turned brown in late 1996, my life changed forever. I was studying in London, at University. Barely a month into my course, I had no friends.

I was originally from quite a poor area of Northern England. I hated my town but I had gotten the chance to move to a privileged place down South which included a place at coveted schools for my brother and I. All because of my father's work. He died a year and a half previously. I still grieved for him. My mother found it hard to cope, I worried for my younger brother. My mother and him had had to move back to the North because money was tight.

Although I was not that intellectually gifted, I went away to University to escape more than anything. Each night I stayed in and I shied away from the student lifestyle, consisting of booze and sex. I was conscious of my studies, I couldn't afford to slip too far behind.

Rachel, a girl on my course, had pressured me many times into coming out to a party on Friday nights. After weeks of pushing, I finally gave in. I often wonder how different my life would've turned out if I refused to go, as usual. Fate.

It was a house party and I vowed not to drink, I didn't know any boys and I was fearful of them trying to take advantage of me.

I picked out a suitable outfit, jeans, comfy shoes and a warm jumper. It was Autumn and I valued comfort over anything else. I brushed my hair in the mirror and applied a small amount of makeup, I wasn't a naturally pretty girl but I wasn't horrible looking either. I did have a good figure and chest though and often got called after walking through the halls which is where my fear of boys probably stemmed from.

Rachel arrived at my dorm at around 9:30 and we set off for the party, only a 15 minute walk or so away. It was Max, the guy hosting the party's birthday and his landlord had gone away for the weekend, convenient, huh?

The music got steadily louder as we approached the front of the house. As soon as my foot crossed the thresh-hold, Rachel had disappeared into a sea of sweaty bodies and loud music. I felt disorientated and sick. My back pressed firmly against the wall, I concentrated on breathing and wished I was pretty much anywhere else on earth.

After a while, it became too much and I headed for the front door and back out onto the street. It was freezing. I perched myself on the garden wall, shivering. Two boys who were a couple of years older than me and more like men, turned the corner. The street wasn't well lit and a rush of panic flooded my veins.
"Hiya princess, you've got great tits! I'll be seeing you later!" He jeered, his mate cheered. Drunk and disgusting. Brilliant. I frowned.
"You have no right to me, you prick." I replied, trying to disguise the trembling tone of my voice. I was outnumbered. It was dark. Something awful could happen, but I had to stand up for myself.
"Just let me touch." He staggered towards me and I cried out. At that moment a dark figure came into my vision and shoved the drunk prick away from me.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" My nameless, faceless, night in shining armour screamed into the night. "You have 10 seconds to get the fuck out of here otherwise I will personally take care of you. You disgusting pig."
"It's not worth it Joel." His mate reasoned, slinging an arm around his friend as they staggered off into the night. My night in shining armour turned to face me.
"Sorry about those two pathetic excuses for men, we aren't all like that." I smiled at him, instantly feeling better. "Oh my god, you're shivering. Here, take this." He took his jacket off and put it round my shoulders. "I'm Chris by the way."

Chris insisted on walking me home, and as we walked home, arms linked, I felt inexplicably warm. Not from his jacket, but from his kindness. As we got nearer to my dorm, the streetlights became brighter and I got my first proper look at his face. He was, undeniably, handsome and I couldn't believe the fact he was with me, not at the party talking to all the pretty girls.
"Shouldn't you be getting smashed at the party with all the hot girls?" I half joked.
"Me?! Nah. I'm a bit of a loser, truth be told. I only went for a look. Max, he's on my course but I don't really like him. He just invited us all today. Girls don't much like me either, but I don't mind." He smiled down at me.
"I can't understand why they wouldn't like you. You're sweet and kind. More people should value that."
"I know, but it's the way of the world. People would rather wake up next to a beautiful face than a beautiful heart. I would know, seeing as I have both!" We laughed.
"Only your modesty holds you back Chris." We were finally back at the dorm but I didn't want him to leave.
"Well, we're here I guess." He said, a slight sad tone to his voice. "Just let me see you safely in, then I'll leave you alone."
I went to unlock my door and opened it. He smiled.
"I don't want you to leave me alone...Thank you for standing up for me and walking me home, Chris, you're a true gentleman."
"It's nothing, really. You're welcome. When can I....y'know...see you again?"
"Well, let's see. I'm free all day tomorrow pretty much. The afternoon is probably best though."
"Agreed. I'll come here for about 2? Maybe we could go for a walk in the park and grab some lunch?"
"Sounds great. Goodnight, Chris."
"Goodnight." He smiled, I gave him a warm hug.
Then I pulled away and shut the door. I reached to take my coat off and realised I was still wearing his! "Shit!" I muttered.
"CHRIS!" I yelled down the street. "I STILL HAVE YOUR JACKET!"
"KEEP IT!" He shouted back. "NOW I HAVE A REASON TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" He blew me a kiss as he strolled off into the night...