Christian | Follow You

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You forgot how to breathe, the lights around you spinned and you could only hear the distant sound of sirens. Samuel was waving his hand in your face but you saw through it, he was talking to you but you couldn't hear a word. Your mind was set on one notion, trying to process that Christian had a terrible accident.

Setting foot in the hospital brought back a nauseouos feeling of fear, the same one you felt the night of the accident. After three months and a plane ride of five hours from Madrid to Stockholm you were finally going to see Christian again. You used all your savings to fly to see him and your budget allowed you to spend only one night there, so you had to make the most of your time with him. You approached the front desk and asked for Christian Valera and the nurse kindly pointed to you the way. You knocked on the door and poked your head inside the room. He looked up from his computer and his eyes lit up.

"Y/N!" He squealed and threw the computer on side table, "Come here and hug me!"

You literally run in his arms and hugged him tight, your eyes blurring from happy tears. He held you and kissed the top of your head.

"I can't believe you're here," he whispered in your hair.

"I missed you, cabrón," you looked up at him and sat more comfortably on the bed. You really did miss that face and that idiotic smile.

"I missed you too, baby," he held your hand, "Tell me, what's going on in Madrid? I guess everything is boring without me."

"Always dramatic there," you shook your head, not really wanting to talk about Madrid but about him, "Are they treating you well here?"

"Yes, actually it's not so bad, but you know, it would be better if I could be there with you. How long are you staying?"

"I'm leaving tomorrow... my budget didn't allow me more time."

"I didn't even think about asking where you got the money to come here from."

"I used my savings. You're more important to me than that," you blushed as soon as you said it.

"I don't really know what to say... I feel like anything I'd say it won't be enough," he looked at your intertwined hands and squeezed a bit harder. Then he brought it up and kissed the back of your hand.

"So, what do you usually do?" You tried to look away and avoid blushing any more.

"Stay here, play some games, watch a movie or maybe read a book," he shrugged, "and sometimes I spend some time in the garden outside with a really nice nurse."

"Have you already stolen her heart?" You giggled.

"I'm not really into her; I mean she does an amazing blowjob but," he smirked at your wide eyes, "I'm kidding. I miss having sex; want to help me out?"

You broke out laughing while he wiggled his eyebrows, "Maybe another time."

***

You spent the rest of the day in the garden, Christian in a wheelchair, both of you soaking in the sunny weather and content in each other's company.

"Can't you stay the night with me?"

"Christian," you scolded but he was quick to justify his words.

"I don't mean anything sexually, even though I wouldn't mind at all, but I just want you to stay here with me, maybe hold my hand."

"They won't let me stay the night. But I'll be here first thing in the morning."

You leaned to kiss him on his cheeks and before you could back away he cupped you face in his hands, caressing you with his thumbs and looking directly into your eyes.

"I'm sorry I pushed you away that night. I wouldn't be here if I had listened to you."

You closed your eyes, trying to push away the hurt that washed over you every time you thought about that night.

"Christian!" You run after him, grabbing him by his elbow.

"Just leave me alone," he said pushing your hand away.

You stopped him as he went to put in his helmet, "You can't drive like this."

"Don't tell me what to do," he wiggled out of you touch again, "you know nothing so stay out of it."

"You're angry, I get it. But don't take it out on me, I'm trying to help you."

"You'd only tell me I was wrong and that you told me so."

"I won't. Christian, please, don't."

"Y/n, I love you. But fuck off right now."

He sped away and left you standing there alone, heart breaking and tears ready to fall.

"I should have just told you that I love you," he whispered, your forehead touching, "You know what was the last thing I saw before blacking out? You. I saw your beautiful smile, and I wished you'd be there. Then I saw you crying and I thought that was what I deserved for making you hurt."

Silent tears were rolling down your cheeks. He wiped them off and brushed his lips lightly over yours. But you pulled away.

"You cannot say this. You don't deserve this, no matter what you think. Yes, you pushing me away hurt, but nothing compares to what I felt when they told us you had an accident. I couldn't breathe, Christian. Everything inside me hurt like hell. In that moment I felt that I failed you. I should have stopped you one way or another."

"I am the one to blame, and mostly because I chose Carla over you. You are an angel, you stayed when I behaved like a dick."

"Because I love you. I know we're just friends but I-"

"Who said we're just friends? I hit on you every chance I get, and we even kissed a few times," he interrupted you, "I didn't go further because I didn't want to lose you and I preferred having you as a friend than nothing."

"I am literally head over heels for you and anyone but you can see this," you shook your head.

"Then come over here and kiss me," he held out his hand for you, "I would have already done naughty things if the circumstances were different."

You smiled and took his hand. He tugged you hard and you fell towards him, "Jerk."

He smashed his lips over yours and mumbled between kisses, "I still can't believe you're here and that it took me almost dying to finally get the girl I want."

"You won't easily get rid of me. I'll follow you wherever you go."

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