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

Chapter Three

It was early November and pouring down with rain the day I realised I was in love. On a dark Thursday evening when I was exhausted from my day's lectures and homework. I couldn't sleep or eat. I could only think about Chris, how gorgeous he was and how much I longed to be with him again. I lay on my bed and stared off into space, the small window letting in a hint of orange light from the street outside. I heard the rain sploshing off the sides of the building and trickling through the gutters. We'd been together for approximately three weeks but it felt like three years to me. We tried to see each other once a day and so far we had stuck to it. The only exception was a couple of days when he was sick with a cold. I would go to his house or he would come to my halls, or we would meet for lunch and walk in the park. He still refused to play me any of his music, although I did catch him singing and playing guitar once when I went to visit him. He was undeniably talented and I knew it was a matter of time before something happened for him, I was scared at the back of my mind that it would come between us and rob me of him. He was such an angel to me, though. He held my hand, kissed me and told me how beautiful I was each time I saw him. We were infatuated with each other. He promised to take me out for a fancy dinner as soon as he saved the money. I insisted it didn't matter because any time with him was special enough already to me. But secretly I hoped he would stick to it, every girl likes to be spoiled now and again, right?

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I drummed my fingers against the table, anxious for the hour to be over. It was 2:40pm on a Friday and my brain had officially switched off and gone into weekend mode. I never spoke to Rachel anymore, the pestering to join her at house parties had finally ceased, although sometimes I missed her company in lectures as I pretty much knew nobody in my class. The plan for tonight was to meet Chris in the courtyard, try to avoid the smokers who thought they were cool enough to hurl abuse at us, walk back to his flat, chill for a couple of hours, order a takeaway, watch a crappy film alone in the living area because he bribed his flatmates with beer and finally, stay over. It was my first night staying over at his house and I was a little nervous because I wondered if he would try to do anything serious. I wasn't sure if I was ready. I loved him....but I didn't feel ready, even after all the time we had spent together. Eventually, after a seemingly endless period of time, the bell rang and the weekend was upon me. I grinned as I grabbed my bag and headed for the door. Down the corridor. Right. Left. Down the flight of stairs. Right again. Through the double doors. Left. Through the exit. Follow the path. Chris. Chris? Chris.

"There's my angel." He grinned as soon as he saw me before he leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. "How was your day, love?"

"Not too bad, thank you. Better now I'm with you." I smiled.

"You're too adorable!" He kissed me again. "C'mon, let's go." He took his strong, huge hand and wrapped it around my tiny one. I felt completely protected and safe when I was with him. I didn't have a care in the world. We swung our hands backwards and forwards, giggling at anything and everything we passed in the street. I looked up toward him and reflected on how lucky I was. He was the most beautiful soul in the world. There was no doubt in any single cell of my entire being about that. No one could convince me otherwise. We arrived at his flat, laughing at how ratty it was. He explained he arranged for his roommate to stay elsewhere so we would have the place to ourselves and, importantly to me, I would have my own bed. But I didn't mind sharing one with him, I just didn't feel ready for much more. Chris sat down on the couch in the living room and flicked on the TV, nothing much was on so we chatted aimlessly. I lay with my legs draped over his, his arm wrapped around my waist. I looked over at him. He had a crop of unruly blond curls that perched precariously on his head. He probably needed a haircut but I thought it was cute. His eyes. Oh, his eyes. Brighter than the clearest, most cloudless sky out there and deeper than the deepest ocean. I could get lost in them all day. His lips were a pillow to a bed of warmth and happiness, every single kiss had me begging for another one. He had the most adorable goofy grin which always seemed to expand even wider when he was with me. He was handsome, not in an obvious, drop dead way, but in a subtle way that made you love him even more. Eventually, after endless hours of crappy TV, our conversation turned to food....

"So, what d'you want to eat, love?" He smiled down at me.

"Hmmmm." I sat up and kissed him. "How about an Indian?"

"We must be connected by some kind of force or something because I've literally been craving that all day!"

"Brilliant!" I smiled. "I'll have a tikka masala please."

"No way, that's my favourite too!"

"Well at least we can agree on curries, unlike sandwiches."

"True. I'll go and order it now." He kissed me and left to find the land-line. I walked into his room and sorted my stuff out, placing my pyjamas on my pillow and moving my toiletries into the bathroom. I felt a long pair of arms and huge pair of hands envelop my waist, a soft pair of lips began to work their way up my neck.

"Even. From. The back. You. Are. Just. Too. Gorgeous." Chris's voice, punctuated by kisses, sounded in my ear. I smiled and turned to face him. He grabbed my waist with one hand and cupped my chin with the other, sweeping a stray hair off my face. I grinned. We began to kiss each other again, each one faster and deeper than the previous. Pretty soon we were breathless. He pushed me down on the bed. His leg slid between my thighs and he was propped up on his elbows, which sat either side of my body. He passionately kissed my neck, and began to venture further down. I felt him harden between my thighs. I was starting to reach the end of my comfort zone. "Chris." I breathed. He stopped and instantly rolled off me. He lay by my side. I took my hand in his to reassure him as we caught our breaths. "I'm...sorry. I just don't feel ready yet. But I love you."

"I love you too darling. I'll wait as long as you need. I just want to be by your side forever. No pressure."

I smiled. This man continues to amaze me. "Thank You Chris." He wrapped an arm round my shoulder and kissed my head, stroking my hair as I massaged his hand with my fingers. Our moment was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"I'll get it!" He dramatically leapt off the bed and ran to the door, settling the bill with the delivery guy. I sat up and calmed myself, flattening my hair with my hands and taking deep breaths before I stood and walked to the kitchen.

The kitchen, if you can call it a kitchen, was more like a cupboard with a few kitchen items in it. It was tiny. A microwave stood on the side, a few rusty cupboards hung over that. A fridge lined one wall and an oven, which I suspect didn't get used all too much considering the amount of takeaways near by, lined the other. Chris grabbed some plates from the rickety shelves and dished our gourmet cuisine, while I grabbed a couple of glasses and poured some drinks into it. We ate our meals on our laps in the living room, talking about nothing in particular but being glad to be in each other's company. Afterwards he stuck a video in the video player but neither of us payed much attention to it. We were curled up under a warm blanket as Chris wanted to save money on the heating but I was so content I didn't feel a chill in a single part of my body. Chris's hand rested gently on my knee and he stroked it a few times. I smiled at him. He kissed me.

"I don't wanna...uh...ruin the moment but...uh...you don'y mind sharing the bed with me tonight, do ya?" His timid voice sliced through the cold air.

"Of course not." I smiled. "It'll be warmer anyway."

"Phew. I can't wait to cuddle with you." He smiled. "I wish this stupid film was over already."

"Come on, let's just go now." I stood up and pulled him up too. He sighed and heaved dramatically as I did so. He turned off the TV, grabbed my hand and led me to his room. He shut the door as I walked over to my bag and got my pyjamas out. I took my shirt off and began to unhook my bra.

"Oh shit. I'll go." Chris froze. I laughed at his awkwardness.

"Chris, it's fine. I'm not gonna shove my boobs in your face." He burst out laughing and began to take his shirt off. He slept in just a shirt and his boxers, and damn, he looked good. He pulled the cover out and gestured for me to get in before he strolled to the other side of the room and flicked the light switch off. The bed was a tight squeeze and I was practically lay on him but I didn't mind. I rested my head on his chest, his hands found a home around my waist. I looked up at him through the darkness. I could see his perfect face still. He took my breath away, even in the light. He kissed me one last time.

"Goodnight sweetie, I love you so much."

"I love you too. Goodnight Chris."