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

Chapter Six

New Year's Eve 1996 brought me a time to reflect on the past year of my life. It was amazing really, how much could change in a year. If I would have known this time last year someone as amazing as Chris would have come into my life I never would have believed it possible. I didn't think I'd even spoken to a boy that time last year. I smiled at the thought, Chris had totally changed my perception of males. Of course some were absolutely awful and not to be trusted at all, I'd seen a fair few of them in my short time at University already. But someone like Chris, I could and would trust him with my life.

The intensity and pace of our relationship made being apart for even just a week seem like an entire, endless year. He had stayed true to his word and called me every evening. He'd even spoken to my mother! She got to the phone before me, after I was finished speaking to him she told me he was lovely and she couldn't wait to meet him. I smiled. Even spending a few seconds with Chris would make you realise what a lovely human being he was, inside and out.

Christmas Day had passed without incident. Chris had called me three times! I always did hate Christmas Day. Made you feel obliged to be happy but I was just feeling lonely. My brother, Joe, did try to cheer me up with some stupid party games and a funny film. I appreciated it but I just wanted to be with Chris again.

I hated where they lived. I had never lived here full time, my mum pushed to keep us at the beautiful house down South long enough for me to complete my final exams at school. But here was alien to me, I didn't have any friends I could see over the course of the holidays which only added to my loneliness resulting in the week between Christmas and New Year's inching by at a snail's pace. I'd even looked at trains so I could go and stay with Chris for a few days but my mother was being over protective of me and insisted on her meeting him before I could. I sulked. I was going to see him again at college in just over a week, so what was the point?!

Finally, it was New Year's Eve. I was sat alone by the TV watching nothing in particular. Joe came and sat next to me.

"Do you know we're having a New Year's party tonight?" He asked.

"No?!" I exclaimed

"Oh...mum didn't tell you?"

"Of course she didn't..." I frowned

"Anyway, you have some warning. Here's some money." He shoved two twenty pound notes into my hand. "Go and get yourself a nice dress to wear. You'll be meeting all our neighbours for the first time." I leaned over the couch to hug him, Joe was the only one of my siblings I really connected with. He was growing up now. He was 15 and about to take his final exams. He had a girlfriend, a pretty girl called Annie and he got good grades at school. I was immensely proud of him.

"Thank you Joe." I backed out of our embrace and got up to leave. The phone rang as I was leaving and I went to grab it.

"I'LL GET IT!" Joe screamed as he dashed toward it. "Hi. Yeah. One second." He put the phone down against his shoulder and basically told me to leave: "See you later."

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I was alone in my room getting ready for the party. I had bought a pretty blue dress from a shop in the town centre which our house lay surprisingly close to. I applied a small amount of make-up but I was done in no time. It was about 5:45pm and our first guests were scheduled to be here at around 6:30. I heard a voice shouting my name, it turned out to be Joe asking for help.

We began laying out paper cups and plates on the table. My mother had done an amazing array of food, she always was good at cooking. Before dad died. I still really wasn't able to think about dad without crying. I felt a gaping hole in my heart. Chris knew he had died but not much more, and being the polite, caring person he was, he never dared to take it any further.