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

Chapter Eleven

The term flew by and our end of year exams rapidly approached. Chris and I fit our revision around band practices and dates, rather than the other way round. He stayed over at my place more frequently too now, he was usually too tired after practicing with the band, revising for a bit and visiting me in the evenings to walk home to his flat. But I didn't mind, it was nice to cuddle with him. Neither of us were usually in the mood for much more. Chris and I had tried revising together but usually we just ended up snogging each other's faces off which wouldn't be much use in our exams, much as we'd like it to be. I could already tell we would probably have to cram everything in the night before.

My grades had been steadily dropping throughout the year. Where as at the beginning I stayed at home and studied, meaning I achieved high marks on my pieces , my new found social life with Chris meant I barely scraped passes on some essays. This had been picked up on and I had received quite an earful. Truth was, I didn't care too much. My degree was nothing more than a waste of money to me but it was the only way I could get far away from my troubled home life, as hard as it was for me to leave Joe.

Chris was the only thing that had ever made me truly happy. He cared for me more than anyone I had ever encountered and I would never do anything to jeoporadise our relationship. For now I couldn't see what the future had in store for me. I kept trying to picture Chris there. As much as I loved him, I didn't think we would be together forever and that thought hurt me a great deal. I didn't want him to speak the way he spoke to me to any other human being on earth. I couldn't bear the thought of him loving someone else. I myself didn't want to love anyone else. Ever.

I was lying in bed one Saturday morning, enjoying the peace. Chris had had band practice the previous evening so he was too tired to come over. I didn't mind too much though, I had missed lazy Saturdays. Chris always seemed to wake up at outrageously early times and be impatient to waste a second of our day. That was him, though. And I loved him.

Three sharp, loud knocks on my door brought me out of my relaxation mode. I didn't even question who it was, I recognised him from the way his knuckles sounded against wood. Hastily, I got up and reached for the door. I opened it, revealing my curly haired boyfriend standing with a large grin on his face.

"Good Morning. I see you were enjoying it." Chris beamed.

"Morning, Chris." I yawned.

"Oh, shit. I didn't wake you up did I?"

I smiled. "Nah. I was awake a while ago but I was enjoying the peace."

"Oh! Charming! I'll leave shall I?!" He turned on his heel and began to walk away, feigning upset. But I wouldn't let him get away that easily.

"Chris!" I grabbed his hand and span him around. "Don't leave." I smiled and leaned on my tiptoes to plant a small kiss on his lips.

He smiled and stroked a stray hair out of my face. "I'm not going anywhere, love."

We kissed until the sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor. I pulled him into my room at that point.

"Right. Make yourself comfortable, I'm going to have a shower and get ready. Then we can go and do something?" I told him.

"Will do." He threw himself back dramatically on my bed. "It smells of you." He giggled like a schoolboy.

Smiling, I rolled my eyes and headed for the door.

"Wait!" Chris sat up. "I came here to ask you if you want to go out to this shopping centre with Jonny and his girlfriend. Fancy it?"

"Sounds good." I smiled. He insisted on another kiss before I went to take my shower.

* * *

I was stood picking through a rack of sale items in a clothes shop everyone seemed to own something from with Jonny's girlfriend, Sarah. She was a nice girl, I'd seen her around but we weren't exactly friends. Acquaintances was more appropriate. The boys had wandered off into a record shop. They were so predictable. But I loved that quality about them.

"This would look so good on you!" Sarah informed me, holding up a small blue dress. It reminded me of the one that I had worn on New Year's Eve when Chris surprised me. He'd loved it.

"How much is it?" I asked, cautiously. It was beautiful but knowing my luck, even reduced, it'd still be too much for me to afford.

"£35..." Sarah sighed.

"Even on sale?! That's ridiculous. I love it but..."

"I'll buy it." Chris's voice sounded from behind me. "You're gonna need it anyway."

Confused, I looked at him for an explanation.

"Well...me and Jon were waiting for the right time to tell you...but...we got asked to play a gig!"

My mouth opened wide in shock. "Chris! That's huge!"

He laughed, running a hand through his sandy hair. "Yeah...our manager Phil knows a guy who was putting together a gig at a bar in Camden. They had a place for a band spare, so...we were asked!" He sounded over the moon. "Anyway, obviously we want our number one fans to be there." I giggled at how obnoxious that sounded. "So, it's on me." He smiled as Jonny informed Sarah she could pick something out too.

"Are you sure you can afford it?" I whispered to Chris anxiously as we walked out of the shop, arms linked and bags in hand.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be getting a little bit of money from the gig. It's fine." He beamed down at me.

We stopped, waiting for the others to catch up with us. I glanced up at Chris and was reminded how lucky I was to have him. His blue eyes glistened in the light and his soft hair just begged for my hands run through it. But not just his physical appearance was what I loved, the way he treated me like a Princess...no, a Queen. I was the luckiest person on earth.

"Shall we grab some food?" Asked Jonny.

"Sounds good!" Chris replied. "There's some new pizza place opened up near the food court. Cheap and cheerful is the correct term, I think. What do you think, ladies?"

"Love to!" I smiled as Sarah agreed.

* * *

The evening had been great and as Jonny and Sarah departed the tube at their required station, I was genuinely sad to see them go. As if Chris was reading my thoughts, he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

"I really enjoyed tonight." He smiled.

"Me too." I replied.

"We should definitely double date again. Not that I don't enjoy our time alone, double dating just reminds me how lucky I am to have you." I blushed.

"I love you so much, Chris."

"Not as much as I love you."

"That's impossible." I whispered as we leaned in for a kiss. It was quite late at night so the tube carriage was almost empty. We kissed free of inhibitions and such was the force of our make out session that we almost missed our station.

Chris came to my flat, standard practice on the weekend. We explored each other's bodies, moaning and gasping in between the sheets, reminding each other with our words and actions of how much we loved each other.

Afterwards, spent but contented we lay together...limbs, hair, souls entangled as one. We kissed and we laughed, talking into the small hours and I realised right then and there I was completely, hopelessly in love with him.

I wanted him to be mine, and me to be his forever. I hoped my wish would come true. I hoped for that more than anything.