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

Chapter Fourteen

I woke up with an arm draped over my waist and a curly head of hair brushing my cheek. Chris was holding me close. I sighed and memorised everything about him. Today was our last day together for almost two weeks...as of lunchtime it was officially summer! We finished early so the majority of students were heading down to the local park where we would be eating food and meeting friends under the sun. Chris's bandmates would be there, as would most of my friends. I couldn't wait.

I took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. Remembering his warmth, his touch and how happy I felt when I was with him. I was going to miss him a great deal. I never quite felt whole without him by my side but all being well I would be spending about as much time with Chris over the summer as I would be alone. I knew he'd be awake soon but for now I carefully turned over in his embrace, mindful not to wake him and watched his beautiful face peacefully sleep until my alarm would wake him up.

The plan for the day was to head into uni for our lecture and afterwards buy some food and head to the park. The vast majority of students were doing the same, it was like giant picnic. After our afternoon in the London sun we'd all head off to the train station and catch our respective trains home. That was the part that I dreaded the most.

It delighted me a great deal how Chris and I had finally found our way in the social pecking order. I thought back to us at the beginning of the year, we had barely any friends. I never went out. All we had back then was each other. And now we still had each other, but we had others to share our happiness with too. No one picked on him anymore. He wasn't the most popular guy but people liked him. And who wouldn't?

My alarm clock went off. His eyes flickered open and he groaned, a look of confusion swept across his beautiful features before he registered where he was. A raspy "Good morning darling." sounded in my ear as a cheeky grin found its way to his lips. And then they found mine. Chris's hand gripped the hem of the small vest I slept in as he brought his eyes up to mine, asking for consent.

"Go ahead." I giggled.

He didn't waste any time and I was down to my underwear before I knew it. In the corridors outside my room I could hear the sound all around me of people waking up and starting their days. I worried we'd be late for our lectures but right then Chris was all that was on my mind and I was having too much fun to stop. Besides, this was our last chance for almost two weeks. I was interrupted from my thoughts because at that moment Chris brought his lips back to mine and his hands began to wander. Tension began to grow within my stomach and I moaned.

"Please, I need you," I grabbed his face.

Chris's hips rubbed against mine and our tongues met. He bit down on my lip, biting it softly. He knew how to turn me on. He knew every inch of my body. I was trembling under him.

Chris's hand pulled aside my underwear and he entered me slowly. I rocked my hips up and adjusted myself to his size. I bit my lip to keep myself from squealing. Chris started moving back and forth and quickened his pace with every thrust. Within seconds we were both moaning messes. I raised my hand to push back his sweaty slightly-too-long curly hair out of his eyes to help him see. Our hips moved together and I felt my orgasm rip through me. I kept eye-contact with Chris through the entire thing until my eyes quickly squeezed shut with the pleasure. I squeezed my hand tight pulling his hair back slightly.

"Oh, Chris." I moaned. Chris's orgasm followed quickly after mine, causing my name slip from his mouth. When he slowed down to a halt I remained still, examining his face and trying to calm my breathing.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he smiled. I lifted my head and kissed his lips softly. He collapsed next to me as I climbed up on him and rested my head on his shoulders. My breathing was in sync with his and I could hear the sound of his heart. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment, never wanting it to end.

As hard as it was to tear ourselves away from the bed we knew we had to as our lectures were starting soon. We didn't really want to leave each other but knew we had to. Besides, there would be no work to be done and it would be the last opportunity to see the vast majority of our friends for a few weeks.

So we found ourselves walking hand in hand towards university, grinning away. All too soon we were at the doors to my lecture theatre.

"See you later. I'll get away a few minutes early and meet you here at the end, okay?"

"Yeah of course. Thanks. See you!"

He leaned in for a quick kiss and then he was gone. I watched him walk away. Even from the back he was the most gorgeous boy I'd ever laid eyes upon. I was interrupted, rudely, from my thoughts by someone knocking into me in a rush to get to their lecture. I walked in the room to join my peers and we laughed and chatted the hours away until the year was over and the fun began.

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I was lying on his hoodie underneath the shining London sun. The heat of it warmed me to my bones, as well as the afternoon I was having. Chris was off at the cafe buying a few of us sandwiches. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, I felt the familiar tickle of a curly head down the side of my cheek and a pair of also familiar lips on my forehead, waking me up instantly.

"Hey." He grinned his goofy grin at me.

"Hey." I sat up and kissed him softly, at first...before I leaned in again and deepened our kiss.

"I got your favourite!" He wiggled a tightly wrapped parcel of savoury goodness under my nose, taunting me. "But c'mon, let's go and join the others."

We found our way over to Chris's bandmates as well as a few of our friends.

"Ahhh here's lover boy!" Jonny sang. I giggled. Chris feigned annoyance and vowed to get him back.

The afternoon was a great success, the weather stayed perfect. At some point drink was involved and it all got a bit merry, culminating in a piggy back race...which, despite Chris and I's best efforts, Team Will and Guy won. It was quite hilarious.

At about 4:30 we all seemed to get up in preperation for leaving. Embraces were held onto, with promises to call over the summer as gifts were exchanged. My train was scheduled for 5:15 so Chris and I were one of the first to finally break away from the pack and head back to my room to collect our belongings. We walked hand in hand, swinging our arms back and forth.

"Y'know...this year has been absolutely perfect. Absolutely perfect. I couldn't have asked for much more. And most of that is down to you." He giggled and leaned down to kiss me. I grinned.

"I love you so much, thank you for everything." I replied.

"No. Thank you for coming into my life and most importantly staying in it. I hope we stay together next year. That's what I want most. Well, along with the band getting signed. But I wouldn't even want that if it meant I couldn't have you."

"Aw, Chris." I stopped and leaned in for a warm hug. "I love you so much. I can't wait to be with you again."

"Me neither. But enjoy your family time, alright?"

"I will. And call me again every night, okay?"

"Of course I will sweetie. It'll fly by, you'll see."

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Before I knew it I was sat on a train seat, forehead pressed against the cool glass as I watched my curly haired boyfriend waving goodbye before he slowly become a dot on the horizon and faded into nothing. I settled down in hopes of some rest but I just couldn't settle. My mind was racing and my heart was pounding as I thought about the future. I wanted to be with him forever. He wanted to be with me forever. But his choice of career jeopordised all that and we both knew it deep down. I tried so hard to push that ominous thought to the back of my mind and think about the next time we would be united, away from all the pressures of University. But I simply couldn't.

I never could.