True Love...

Chapter 3

After a 20 minutes drive full of  laughs with Jonny and Chris, we finally arrived at the hotel. Jonny claimed that Chris had the best view in his room and Chris did not debate. They were staying on the very top 35th floor, with the nicest rooms and greatest views. I couldn't wait what lye ahead.

Chris got out of the car and opened my door grabbing my hand and wrapping my arm through his, laying my hand on his bicep and walking me to the door like a princess. (Even though all three of us were sweating from the concert, probably smelt like skunks, and looked nothing like a million bucks.)

"Let me get that for you."

"Thank you Chris.", I proceeded to say as he held the door open for me.

We went back to our original position as he walked me and Jonny past the front desk and to the lift.

"Welcome back Mr. Martin."

"It's nice to see you again Ally.", he said to the lady working at the front desk.

"6:30am morning call Mr. Martin?"

"Let's pass on it tomorrow..."

"Alright I'll mark you down for that. Shall I deliver some of our finest Champagne to your door?"

"Yes please...", I heard Jonny say behind us.

"Yes Ally. That would be wonderful.", Chris said.

He closed his conversation with Ally and walked us to the lift where he proceeded to press number 35. It was silent in the elevator and the time was filled with awkward yet pleasant and nice stares. At the top Chris walked me and Jonny down the long hallway until we reached a door that said room 532. Jonny and Chris shared a small kiss and Jonny walked across the hallway to his room running back to give me a hug before he went in.

"Have fun you two...", Jonny said will a smirk.

"We will.", Chris said.

My god. I didn't know I was staying with him. Every inch of me was waiting for what was coming next.

He took my hand after slipping his key into the door and unlocking it guiding me into the room. Small but wonderfully comfortable.

"My house is yours.", he said taking his shoes off at the door and throwing his jacket on the bed, and proceeding to jump on it and laying a hand in what I guess was supposed to be my spot.

"Oh really?", I said to him looking at him and taking my shoes off as well.

"Yes really! Come on silly!", he said laughing.

"Soooo...", I said awkwardly.

Chris just sat there like a dork smiling and looking quite happy that me and him were sharing a bed.

"Sorry it's messy. I'm not really an organiser. Jonny tends to do it for me."

I laughed like a dumbass and proceeded to look around and see a mess the size of Texas on the other side of the room. I didn't really give two fucks.

"I don't really give a fuck."

Chris proceeded to laugh and I laughed with him. It was so loud I almost didn't hear thee knock on the door.

"YES!"

"It's room service... I have some of the finest wine the hotel can offer for a Mr. Chris Martin."

"ONE MINUTE!"

Chris slid off the bed and ran to the door. He let the dark brown headed lady in rolling a cart with a vase of roses in the middle, three champagne glasses, and the champagne sitting in ice in the middle. Chris reached into his pocket and pulled out a five dollar tip leading the lady out the door and saying thank you.

He made his way back into the room, leaned against the wall, and stared at me smiling.

"Champagne?"

"Um, sure!", I said with a great big smile.

He poured two glasses and brought them back over to the bed sitting his on the night stand and handing mine to me on the other side of the bed. He sat back down on his side and while I was drinking some of the wine, he put his hand on the side of my face grabbing my attention. My eyes first went to his empty glass on the night stand and then to his.

"Your beautiful."

"Well, thank you...", I said blushing.

I'm pretty sure he was drunk by this point. He had a lot to drink in the car and he just drank some more.

He just kept staring at me with big blue eyes, his hand stroking the side of my face.

"So."

I was in such shock I couldn't say anything else. That and I didn't know what to say.

Chris moved closer to me and pulled me closer to him. Before I knew it his lips were against mine and we were both locked in a trance, a kiss that seemed to go on forever and ever until Chris pulled away to breathe for air. He quickly grabbed my glass put it on the stand and smiled at me for a quick second and grabbed me pulling me closer and kissing me again.

I pulled away and looked into his eyes in disbelief. He just smiled back.

"Hm.", I said not really knowing how to react back.

He kissed me again but this time longer, not pulling away to breathe and inhaling and exhaling through his nose. The Spark that was in me from the beginning turned into a flame of affection.