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

Chapter Four

It was raining again. No, pouring with rain. It had been for at least a week. November always seemed to get me down. Thankfully, it was the last day of the month and we only had two more weeks at University before we finished for Christmas.

Chris and I had been seeing each other every day, without fail. We would usually spend our time at the park if it wasn't too cold or he would come to mine. We'd rent out videos and cuddle. If we were very lucky and had some money to spare, we would head off to the cinema, not that we ever watched the film. Chris thought it was standard practice at the cinema to spend the entire film kissing, not that I objected of course, it just seemed a waste of money to me. He was still the perfect gentleman, not pushing things too far. There were times though that I could sense his angst but I wasn't quite ready yet.

Chris been saving all his money to take me out and we were going to a Chinese restaurant. I had taken what felt like forever getting ready. I'd recieved a smart black shirt from my mother and I coupled it with a pair of tight fitting but flattering jeans that hugged my curves to finish my outfit. Chris loved my curves, I knew this would drive him crazy. I'd even gone to the effort of putting on makeup - this was a special occasion, after all.

About a quarter of an hour later Chris arrived to take me out. We were walked hand in hand down the road towards the restaurant.

"Tonight is your evening, love. I'm going to spoil my girl rotten!" He giggled and leaned down to kiss me on the nose. I didn't think it was possible that another human being on earth could possibly be any happier than I was at that moment.

We arrived at the restaurant, the waiter was extremely welcoming. Chris asked for a quiet table for two. "Ah yes, please follow me."

He led us off to a little booth tucked away in a corner. A single red rose was in a vase and there was a solitary candle on the table too. So romantic. The waiter pulled out my chair and asked me to sit. Once Chris had sat down and the waiter had gone to get our food he moved the candle out of the way so he could reach across the table and hold my hands.

He lent forward to give me a kiss and then whispered in my ear "I love you; I have since the first time I saw you." He pulled back and stared into my eyes. I felt his hot breath on my skin. "Even in that dark street when I was walking you home and protecting you, I knew you were the girl of my dreams. I don't want to ever have to call anyone else my girl. Only you."

His impossibly long, piano players' fingers wound themselves around mine. I had butterflies in my stomach. We leant in closer and kissed again. The waiter coughed very gently, he was there with our food. He placed on the table in front of us.

We fed each other, taking it in turns using chopsticks. That was after Chris had taught me how to use them. His long fingers entwining mine, sending shivers down my spine. The problem was that each time he tried to hold my hands onto the chopsticks, our lips would meet and such was the depth and hunger of our kisses that our fingers kept dropping the chopsticks sending them clattering onto the table. Thankfully the waiter kept his distance but must have had a sixth sense as he knew exactly when we had finished and appeared with the bill. We left him quite a big tip, the waiter then collecting our coats for us, helping me on with mine. He then leaned over to Chris and whispered a little too loudly in his ear:

"She's beautiful! Good luck my friend, I think you're in there!"

I pretended that I hadn't heard but Chris turned bright red and looked away from me, running his huge hand through his unruly curls and acting bashful. I smiled.

"Shall we go love?" Chris was clearly embarrassed now.

"Yea, let's go." As we walked out, I turned to look at the waiter who put his thumbs up at me and had a huge grin on his face. I smiled back and mouthed "Thank you very much."