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

Chapter Twelve

May dawned bright and sunny which was a pleasant change from the months of cold and rain we'd had to endure. I wasn't seeing Chris as much as usual. We now only met up during our lunch hour, but we would buy some sandwiches and sit under a tree in the park so it wasn't all bad. We both had to concentrate on our exams, like it or not, they were rapidly approaching and I did want to do well.

There was also another thing coming between us - the band. He would always be rehearsing with them for their gig which was on Saturday. Even when he saw me he had to put on a mask to hide how stressed he was. I thought back to the Chris I met at the start of the year. He was always mine and came without emotional problems. But now I had to share him, which I didn't mind on its own...but the fact that he was always so stressed when around me was beginning to drive a wedge between us. There was nothing either of us could do. He wanted his band as much as I wanted him.

The week had dragged miserably on. Now when I walked back to my flat there was no one to ask me how my day was, to hold hands with, to laugh with or to kiss. I just plodded back sadly with nothing more than the promise of revising until I passed out. I had almost forgotten what today was...

Today was my nineteenth birthday and as I sat alone in the park, munching on a sandwich sadly I actually missed my home and my family for the first time since I'd arrived at university. I'd received presents from the people who I occasionally crossed paths with in my halls. They'd even got me a cake which was presented to me that morning in front of a packed common room. Sure, they did it for everyone but it meant a lot to me because the person who I loved and craved attention off most had seemingly forgotten.

Chris and I had had a bad week. We barely saw each other and when we did he was grumpy and snapped at me. We hadn't really had a rough patch before so I wasn't sure how to cope with it. I hoped I'd see him after school, otherwise I would be spending my nineteenth birthday alone in my room. But as I stretched and knocked the outside world off my clothes, heading back onto campus for that afternoon's lessons, I decided to give Chris the benefit of the doubt. He had probably been caught up rehearsing for their gig tomorrow and who knows...maybe he had something special planned for us, like his surprise birthday.

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I looked at the clock one last time. 11:27pm stared back at me. My tears had washed most of the make up I had applied in vain, off. I had spent the evening hoping my curly knight in shining armour would arrive to wish me happy birthday and everything bad in the world would be forgotten because I would be with him and he would treat me like a Queen. But he never showed up.

I slipped my clothes off and tossed them away, not caring where they landed. It was one of my nicer outfits but it was completely crumpled from the various peculiar positions I had found myself in, sobbing my heart out. I was so hurt by him.

I cried myself to sleep on my nineteenth birthday. I cried myself to sleep because of the person who I thought would hurt me least.

Three sharp knocks.

His voice called my name.

Three more knocks.

His voice called my name and he sighed.

I sat up in bed, confused and disorientated. It was 9:08am. Sunlight streamed through the window. I'd forgotten to shut the curtains. But this time it wasn't because of my lust for him, it was because of the way he had hurt me.

His voice called my name and begged for me to open the door.

I sighed and opened it.

"Good morning! I thought you could come to practice with me now, see the boys y'know. But you'll have to hurry cause-" Chris started.