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

Chapter Seven

1997 began much how 1996 had ended, I was back at University with Chris and we were as in love as ever. He still refused to play any music for me, though he did say he was closer to forming a band and someone who stayed in his flat had agreed to join as guitarist. I kept nagging him in hope he would give in eventually but he was as stubborn as ever, although I did like that quality in him.

A couple of weeks after classes resumed, one dark, bitter January evening we were walking back to my accommodation, hand in hand, after lessons. Chris eventually caved in and told me I could come along to one of his, as yet, nameless band practices. But not before he'd prepared the rest of the band.

"I just don't want us fucking up and you leaving me." He explained.

"Why would I leave you, Chris?" I sighed. Self deprecation in full flow once again. "Stop being so silly, if you fucked up I'd laugh at you, not leave you."

"I'm just scared we'll be shit to outside ears, y'know? Cause we think we're the best fucking thing since sliced bread. But you might not agree."

"Well if you don't give me a chance I'll never know."

He sighed. "I know but I'm scared because I don't want to lose this. This is my dream."

"If you want this to be your career, Chris." I'd stopped now and was facing him, looking up into his piercing blue eyes. "You've got to accept some people aren't gonna like you. You can't change that. But, what you can do is focus on the people who do like you...and I'm sure there will be plenty. I like you."

He looked down. "...But you haven't heard us."

I sighed. "No, Chris. I like you."

He smiled at that. A smile so wide his eyes disappeared along with every worry line drawn across his perfect face. "I know. And I'm very grateful for that." He leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss. I bit my lip and smiled, in a bid to contain my giddiness.

"Come on." I linked my arm through his, mindful of the hundreds of students milling around. The majority, like us, were heading home. Grateful that lessons were over for the day. We continued to amble along the streets back towards my place. Chris would probably stay for a few hours, we might eat together or he might go home before then. Depending on our workloads/his band commitments. We usually hung out in my room (by "hung out" I mean making out furiously) or mixed with other students in the common room. I had actually gotten a few more friends recently, mingling with everyone really helped and I'd finally figured out the right balance between work and relaxation.

That evening was a pretty standard evening. Chris came to my room. We talked about our days in between kissing each other so violently our faces nearly fell off. Then we went into the common room.

"Hey Chris!" A short, awkward, pudgy guy named Jamie came rushing over to Chris. They were friends from their lectures together. I decided to leave them to it and disappeared off to sit by my friend Emily who had just walked in and sat on the sofa by the TV.

"Hey Em." I smiled.

"Oh hi! How's it going?" How's lover boy?" She said in exaggerated manner.

"He's just fine." I looked over at Chris who was now involved in a furious game of table football with Jamie and a couple of other guys I didn't recognise, his curly Afro bobbing around just above the top of the table. His brow was furrowed and he was biting his lip. He looked so cute and I-

"Hello?! Anybody there?!" A pair of fingers snapping in my face brought me crashing back to reality.

"Sorry." I blushed.

"Aw, I forgive you. You two are so cute. I wish I had a boyfriend."

"Em, you're lovely. Honestly, any man would be lucky to have you. I don't know how me and Chris happened but I'm so glad it did and one day soon it will happen to you, too."

My inspirational talk on love was abruptly interrupted by a set of long curls brushing over the top of my head before the owner of them revealed himself. Chris was leaning over the couch and dangling his face just in front of me. A puzzled "Hey." sounded from my lips. A distinctively eccentric "Hello." belonging to Chris, and only Chris, sounded in reply before I received a peck on my lips. He disappeared from my view and returned a few seconds later with one of the guys he was playing table football with. He had short curly hair, like Chris's but more contained and darker.

"Ladies, this is the lovely Mr Guy Berryman. He is a handsome chap." Chris turned to me. "I wouldn't blame you if you left me for him because I definitely would if Guy and I were into that kind of thing. Ahem!" Emily started giggling. "Also, I wanted you to meet him because he is in our band. He is a brilliant bassist." Chris came and sat next to me as he wrapped his arm round my shoulder. "Now, love. If you don't mind I shall be momentarily heading off with Guy to our band practice. So we can practice. For you." He kissed the end of my nose. "See you tomorrow, alright?" I nodded as he enclosed his lips around mine. And then he was gone.