Band One-Shots (Open!)

Go Away (Chris Motionless)

  I sat on the couch with my boyfriend, my petite, pale figure curled into his tall, lanky side as I cried while he held me tightly.

  He and his band were going on tour once again, when that's basically all he's done this entire year.

  "I'm sorry Hanna, it's my job." Chris murmured, running his long fingers through my blonde hair as tears continued to spill out of my grey eyes.

  "I know, I know." I muttered, "You're always gone though, I hate it!" I felt him tense, and he sighed as he wrapped his arms around me tighter.

  "I'm sorry, princess... You know I'll text you, call you, and Skype you as much as I can, just like I always do." Chris tried to comfort me, but it wasn't working.

  "That's not what I'm worried ab-bout." I hiccuped, burying my face in his tattooed chest. "Then what is?" he asked, his voice laced with surprise.

  "I'm worried about all those girls that throw themselves at you," I admitted, "that try to fuck you all the time."

  Chris pulled away from me. "Hanna, do you seriously fucking think I would cheat on you? Really?"

  I shook my head no. "I know you won't, but-" "Then what the fuck reason do you have to worry about it?!" he yelled.

  "You know I would never fucking put a girl through that pain, ever! I can't fucking believe you're scared of that!"

  I felt my chest tighten, finding it harder to breathe as I started to tremble. Another panic attack.

  "I'm sorry." I sobbed, jumping up and running into the bathroom. I locked the door immediately before sitting on the floor with my back against it.

  "Hanna? Hanna I'm sorry, please come out!" Chris begged. "Go away!" I cried, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around my legs.

  "Hanna, I didn't mean it, I promise baby." Chris tried, "I'm just upset too." I stayed silent, struggling to breathe properly and stop shaking.

  I heard five rhythmic knocks on the door, followed by Chris singing Frozen.

Do you wanna build a snowman?

Come on

Let's go and play

I never see you anymore

Open up the door

It's like you've gone away

We used to be best buddies

And now we're not

I wish you would tell me why

Do you wanna build a snowman

It doesn't have to be a snowman

  I shook my head at his efforts, saying,"Won't work." Even still, I felt my breathing and shaking calm a bit.

Chris tried again.

Hanna please

I know you're in there

People are asking

Where you've been

They say have courage

And I'm trying to

I'm right out here for you

Just let me in

Do you wanna build a snowman

  My breathing was almost completely normal again, and the shaking was gone.

  I still felt a tiny tightness in my chest, but it could be ignored. I wasn't surprised; Chris is the only one who can make my panic attacks go away.

  I sighed, wiping my tears as I stood up. I hesitated a second before unlocking the door, to see Chris sitting on the ground, head in his hands and crying.

  I knelt down next to him and hugged him, and he immediately leaned into my embrace. "I'm so sorry, baby..." he whispered.

  "It's okay." I whispered back, stroking his hair a couple times before wiping the tears off his pale cheeks.

  He looked up at me with a forced smile, so I smiled slightly before kissing him.

  I went to pull away, but his hand shot up to the back of my neck, keeping me in place.

  Our lips started to move together slowly, at first lovingly, but it quickly grew heated.

  "Come on." he mumbled, standing and picking me up bridal style. He carried me down the hall to the bedroom, kicking the door shut before depositing me gently on the bed.

  I scooted back so my head hit the pillows, watching as he peeled off his shirt to reveal his flawless body and crawled on the bed.

  He crawled on top of me slowly, hovering above me before leaning down and kissing me gently.

  I forced him to sit up so that I could pull my shirt off, tossing it aside. He licked his lips, drinking in the sight of me before reconnecting our lips.

  I laid back down as my hands went down to his jeans, popping the button on them and pushing them down.

  He kicked them off the rest of the way, then slowly removed my shorts. His lips found their way to my neck, making me moan softly.

  He removed my bra as he started to kiss down my chest, causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach when he stopped just above the line of my panties.

  "Chris.." I whimpered, tugging on his hair lightly. He smirked at me before pulling on the waistband of my underwear with his teeth.

  I moaned quietly before lifting my hips some, allowing him to pull the garment off. Chris crawled back up so his head was above mine, and smiled down at me.

  I sighed happily, trailing the tips of my fingers down his toned body, stopping at the line of his boxers.

  My eyes flickered back up to meet his, to see him looking at me with pure lust written in his golden brown eyes.

  I pushed his boxers down, allowing his rock hard erection to spring free from the fabric prison.

  He kicked them off the rest of the way before gripping my hips to align himself with my entry.

  He put just his head in, teasing me. "Chris..." I whined, gripping the sheets as I arched my back.

  Suddenly, he started slamming into me, causing me to scream in a way that would make a porn star seem like a mute.

  "Chris, Chris yes!" I exclaimed, grabbing a fistful of his hair as he continued to pound into me.

  The room was filled with his moans, my screams, and the sound of the headboard banging against the wall.

  As the knot in my stomach grew incredibly tight, Chris growled, "Hanna, I'm so fucking close..."

  "Me too." I whimpered, bucking my hips to meet his thrusts. "Together." he murmured against my neck, and I nodded.

  He started thrusting into me even harder, and just a few minutes later, I felt him empty himself inside me.

  It was enough to send me over the edge. I orgasmed, screaming his name as our sweet releases blended together in perfect satisfaction.

  Chris pulled out and collapsed next to me, breathing hard. I curled into his side as I tried to calm my breathing as well.

  He chuckled lightly at me, wrapping his arms around me as I laid my head on his sweaty chest.

  "I'm gonna miss you so much, Hanna." he mumbled, playing with a strand of my hair.

  "I'm gonna miss you too." I replied softly, tracing the tattoos on his chest with my finger.