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

Chapter Two

I woke up the next morning with Chris's jacket draped over me. I smiled as I stretched, remembering last night and being genuinely moved by this boy's kindness.

I looked at the clock and to my surprise it read 12:20pm. I couldn't even remember what time I'd eventually drifted off, I spent most of the night with butterflies whizzing round in my stomach. I was excited and nervous to see him again. To actually see him in real daylight for one. I snickered at the thought he may actually look a lot different, but then I remembered his kind personality and how insignificant small details like facial features seemed in comparison.

I decided upon taking a shower, more to kill time than anything. I was bouncing off the walls. As the hot shower jets rained down on me I considered everything. Chris was the first boy I'd ever been proper friends with. I mean, were we even friends? Was this a date? Should I dress up? I shook my head. I was confused. Sure, he was cute. But I was unsure whether I was into that.

I adjusted my hair in the mirror, applying minimal amounts of make-up and re checking my outfit for the thousandth time. What if he saw me today and hated me? Oh God. I was terrified but I was probably also overreacting. He must've liked me enough to want to see me again so soon, I reassured myself. I checked the clock. 1:24pm stared back at me. I decided to go and watch some TV in the common room of my halls. I was surprised to be alone but then I remembered how hungover 98% of the people who lived here were. I probably wouldn't encounter any of them today, somehow I didn't mind.

At 1:48pm I shut the TV off and wandered back to my room. The building in which I resided in was set out in a simple way and I found it really convenient, there was the main common room which contained table football and a TV as well as a few other games, then there were several corridors leading off it which in turn divided into smaller wings, each wing contained one bathroom, a kitchen area and four bedrooms mostly, although the two at either end contained six. I was fortunate in the fact my wing only had four rooms, even then only two were occupied. Mornings were a breeze. Each wing had its own door that lead out onto either the street or a path leading directly to the street which allowed for minimal disturbance.

The rooms were really nothing special, just a bed and a desk. Although I had tried to make mine a little more homely, ironically I didn't miss home one bit and was dreading the inevitable trip back.

I didn't really know where Chris was going to meet me but seeing as my outside door lead out onto the street I would be able to see him. I grabbed my bag, which I'd spent about half an hour packing, plus his coat from last night off my desk and locked my bedroom door behind me. Then I headed out into the cool autumn day.

Chris was standing on the street, facing the building with a puzzled look on his face. He glanced round and as soon as he caught a glimpse of me, his features softened and he began to grin.
"Aaah! There you are! I got all confused, see. It's different in the light." He half shouted toward me as I approached him. I stuck out my arm and shoved his coat into his chest.
"There's your coat, now leave me alone!" I joked. "No, I'm kidding of course. Hi. It's really great to see you again."
"It's great to see you too. Apologies if you realise I look like some weird mountain troll in the daylight." He laughed.
"What happened to you, Mr Beautiful-Face-And-Personality?"
"Change of heart? Anyway, can we grab some lunch, I'm famished! I didn't have a chance to eat anything. My roommate turned up at, like, 5 in the morning or something crazy and woke me up. I'm not a very good sleeper as it is and I didn't drift off again til 10. I woke up less than an hour ago!"
"Yeah, let's go. I was pretty much the same. Apart from the roommate thing. I'm billy no mates!"
"You lucky sod." He grinned at me, zipping up his coat as we started to walk toward the shops and park a couple of streets away.
"Oh....and Chris?"
"Yeah?"
"You don't look like a mountain troll, by the way. You look great."
* * *
We purchased a sandwich, a packet of crisps and a can of coke each and decided to eat them in the park. I carried the bag out of the shop but as soon as I set foot outside Chris insisted on carrying the bag which led to an awkward hand holding moment. He went bright red. I found this extremely cute.
"I can't believe you only have ham on your sandwiches, you're so boring." I moaned at him.
"Hey. At least I'm not weird like you. Cheese, ham, tomato AND mayo?! Now THAT's weird." He retorted.
"How rude to criticise a good lady like myself's sandwich choice. Very rude indeed Christopher."
"Woah, Christopher. I haven't been called that for ages! Not since I left home. My mum insists on calling me that. Can't believe we've nearly been here for 3 months!"
"Me neither. And I can't believe you're actually called Christopher!"
"Really?!"
"You're a total dork. Seriously."
"Why thank you, I aim to please."
Sandwiches eaten, we decided to just laze around on the grass for the rest of the afternoon. It was a warm day for late October, by London standards. I learned more about him and he learned more about me. He liked music, he had never had much luck with girls before, he was studying history, he had many siblings, he missed home, he loved U2, he enjoyed boring sandwich flavours, he dreamt of a career in music but his family wanted him to be something more professional, he had trouble sleeping so he wrote songs and he swore a lot.
"So you want to be in a band?" I asked.
"That's the dream." He replied
"Any band-mates in mind?"
"Well. I know a guy who's pretty fucking awesome at guitar. But I don't know if he's as keen as me."
"What are you going to do if music fails for you?"
"I don't know. I mean, I'll have a degree so I'll find something but, I'm just so passionate about it."
"That's so cool. Any songs you can play to your number one fan?"
"Oh you are, are you?" He started to laugh really hard. "Well. I was hoping my charming good looks and amazing flirtation technique would be sufficient. Music is my plan B."
"Your charming good looks are....uh.....charming. Flirtation is a lot to be desired, though."
"Damn-it!" He laughed. "Hey, do you have any change?"
"Uh, I think so....why?"
"I need to go and find a payphone, to tell God I've got one of his angels sat right next to me."
I laughed. "I was right before, you are a complete dork, Christopher."
He frowned "Not even anything for my troubles?"
"Well....maybe....." I started as I leaned in for a kiss. My eyes shut as we came together. It was electric. It was definitely wanted. Every hair on my body stood on end. I was home, kissing those lips. It was messy, of course, I won't lie to you. As any two inexperienced lovers kissing for the first time would be, but it was special in its own way.

Eventually I had to pull away to breathe. "....that...." I sighed. His hand cupped my chin and he stroked my cheek gently, sighing as he smiled at me. We leaned in again and kissed, but longer, deeper this time. Our mouths were getting to know each other, it felt like we were embarking on some wonderful adventure together. And, boy, I couldn't wait to get to know his mouth; and every single last detail about his entire form.
* * *
My eyes fluttered open. I was lay on Chris's chest under the sky that was beginning to darken, but not before it went a beautiful shade of red and orange. My arm was draped over his chest and his were cradling my waist. His chin was perched on top of my scalp. He must have sensed I was awake because his lips puckered and he kissed the side of my head, a hand moving to cup my face. I smiled as I lifted my head and kissed him back gently.
"Wanna see the sun set?" He asked. I nodded. He stood up and offered me a hand, which I took. As soon as I was upright, he bolted off. Giggling, our hands were still entwined. We ran up a hill and I was breathless, more from excitement than the physical exertion. "I come here all the time. To think, to write songs. There's a great view of London." He wrapped an arm around my waist and looked down at me. "You're really stunning, by the way."
I smiled. "As are you." We kissed again. He held my waist and nestled his chin in my hair as we watched the sun set. I never wanted this evening to end.
* * *
It was dark now, and once again Chris insisted on walking me home. We held hands and giggled about random things. Suddenly, his hand that was clasped tightly around mine, tensed. Two boys were walking towards us, I didn't recognise them. He sighed. They were around our age but a lot more manly than Chris, who didn't look all of his nineteen years. His pace slowed. I wondered what was going to happen.
"Heyyyyy, not bad Martin! Get in there!" The taller one sneered. His mate laughed. "Alright princess, once you find out what a tosser that faggot is, give us a shout, hey darlin'?" He turned to address me.
"Chris is twice the man you will ever be. No woman in her right mind would look at someone like you. And he's clearly not a faggot is he, you jealous prick! You're the tosser round here. I don't know who you are but leave us alone. We did nothing to you." I was fuming.
"Ooh a feisty one." He started
"Come on, Chris." I pulled him away. He had gone completely pale and I was concerned about him.
"COME ON, JAKE. LET'S LEAVE THE PRETTY LITTLE FAGGOTS TO THEIR FAIRY TALE LOVE-STORY!" They laughed as they walked away. I was disgusted.
"Chris, are you okay?" I asked
"I'm so sorry...that you had to....see that." He replied
"It's okay...I'm fine. Do they treat you like this all the time?"
He sighed. "Yes. I'm a loser. Everyone hates me. They're on my course. Everyone loves them but they're right, as soon as you see how much of a tosser I am.....you'll......you'lll......-" He'd started to whimper almost now.
"Chris. Nobody has the right to treat you like that. You aren't a tosser and I won't leave you. If I agreed with them, would I really have stuck up for you like that?....I meant every word I said."
"Thank you. I don't know what I would've done if I wouldn't have met you yesterday, you've made me believe in myself. I just feel pathetic because I should be protecting you!"
"That's bullshit, we look out for each other. Now, come on, we're both tired. I'll show you to my dorm and then I want you to remember it...'cause I'd like to see you again tomorrow...if that's alright with you?"
"Fine!" He grinned, he was back to his usual cheery self. Chris was a kind soul and he didn't deserve the way that people treated him. He put on a brave face but I could tell it did have an impact on him.
"Here we are, number 136." I turned to him and smiled. He took my other hand in his and leaned in for one last kiss. We wished each other goodnight as we parted ways again. I couldn't wait to see him again tomorrow.
Once inside, I hung up my coat and bag, changed into my pyjamas and headed to bed. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.