"What song should we start with fellas?" Chris asked as he plugged a mahogany Martin guitar into it's amp. The others were too busy fiddling with their equipment to notice him. He sighed, and shook his head- biting back a smile and went back to tuning his instrument. I smiled at how passionate he was about music. Everything about him showed it.

Sensing my gaze on him, Chris lifted his head and caught me staring and he smiled, showing those slightly crooked teeth.

"What song do you want us to play Lucy?" He asked. My hear started pounding rapidly. Oh God, was he really asking?! I mentally ran through their song names before coming to a decision.

"How about Violet Hill ?" I asked hopefully, relieved when I saw his face lift up.

"Sure!  Great choice Lucy! Guys we're playing Violet Hill first ok?" All guys glance up and nod in acknowledgement, already tuning their instruments. A few moments later, Chris was strumming the opening chords to the song and winked at me- causing me to blush and everyone else to laugh. Finally he began to sing.

It was a long and dark December
From the rooftops I remember
There was snow, white snow

Clearly I remember
From the windows they were watching
While we froze down below

When the future's architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You'd better lie low

If you love me, won't you let me know?

He sung beautifully, his voice floating above the instruments' melodies, all mixing together in harmony. They then went on to rehearse old classics, such as Yellow, Clocks and Viva La Vida. Then they focused on songs from the new album, Ghost Stories.

They played a song called Always In My Head, which lyrically caught my attention ...

I think of you, I haven't slept...
I think I do but I don't forget

My body moves, goes where I will....
But though I try my heart stays still

It never moves, just won't be led
And so my mouth waters to be fed...

And you're always in my head
You're always in my head.....

This is guess is to tell you
You're chosen out from the rest....

I can feel my heart breaking... the pure rawness of his powerful, yet vulnerable voice showed his passion towards the song, but also his emotions. He looked absolutely devastated, his voice cracking on "guess" and he was blinking rapidly, fighting the tears in his eyes. That song was written for someone that he had lost- and he was truly heartbroken. He knew what it felt like to feel lost... like me...

Without thinking, I stood up and walked towards him with my arms held open, inviting him in for a hug. He looked surprised and smiled weakly before stepping into my embrace, wrapping his long arms around me securely.

"That song is so beautiful" I told him, tightening my grip around him reassuringly .

"Thank you" he whispered into my ear, copying my actions before pulling away with a soft smile. "I'm glad you like it" he added, causing me to blush slightly. "Right, so what's the next song guys?"

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A few hours later, Chris and I said goodbye to the lads and were walking back to Chris' house. The rehearsal had definitely been an eye opener, it had been lovely to see te band interact and have fun with each other. I felt completely at ease in their company, chatting and Chris even taught me how to play Yellow on his guitar!

My happy thoughts were disturbed when I suddenly felt a searing pain in my side. I cried out in pain and clutched my side with my hand, dropping down onto a bench near by. Chris' eyes widened with panic.

"Lucy?! Are you alright?" He asked, sitting down next to me, his face full of concern.

"It's my side..... I think the pain killers have warn off" I said, sighing as I rubbed my side tenderly.

"Are you ok to walk home? Or do you want me to phone someone to come get us?"He asked sweetly, awww he's so sweet. I turned to him with a small smile.

"No, it's alright...I can walk- and besides, it's just around the corner!" I elaborated, earning myself a chuckle in return. I rose to my feet stiffly and turned back to see him still sat there, looking uncertain.

"Well c'mon then! It's freezing!" I said, pulling the leather jacket around myself.

"Are you sure?" He questioned.

"Yes! Now c'mon before we catch our deaths out here!" I said cheekily. He laughed, with that mischievous glint in his eyes... oh no... He stood up and gazed down at me.

"Sure... but you're not walking!" He said before scooping me into his arms and began carrying me, cradling me to his body. Not again! I could feel myself blushing in embarrassment, people were staring! But I didn't protest. Instead , I buried my face into his chest and his soft jacket, inhaling the sweet smell of his aftershave.

About 10 minutes later, we were back at Chris' house. He had gone upstairs to fetch me some more pain killers to help ease the pain/stiffness. I could hear him padding around, his footsteps causing soft thuds on the carpet. He reemerged, carrying a pack of paracetamol tablets and a glass of water.

"Here you go" he said, handing them to me. I nodded gratefully at him.

"Thanks!" I took the pills and downed the glass of water thirstily.

"Would you like a cup of tea/ coffee/ hot chocolate?" He asked, eyeing me curiously.

"A cup of tea would be lovely, thank you Chris" I said.

"Milk and sugar?" He questioned.

"Milk, 2 sugars please " it's too bitter without sugar!

"Awww, and there's me thinking that you were sweet enough" he stated, winking cheekily. I couldn't hold back my laughter.

"Watch it Martin!" He smiled and walked off to the kitchen, already grabbing the ingredients he needed . I could see his muscular outline through his sweater as he reached to the highest shelf with ease- he's tall so I guess that's an advantage!

Once the kettle was boiled, he made the drinks and was back by my side again. We were watching Downtown Abbey omnibus- Chris told me he loved it so I agreed to watch it and smiled when I saw how intensely he was watching the show.

"Do you watch this often?" I asked, the sound of my voice startling him.

"Yeah! I've watched every episode- even this one... but it's still good though!" He said, turning back to the tv. He's  always so kind and caring... but I could shake the image of him singing Always In My Head at the studio. He looked so sad... he's done so much for me already and I want to help him too. I decided to question him.

"Chris?...." he turned his head to gaze at me, those brilliant blue eyes focused upon me. "Who is Always In My Head about?" I watched as his whole demeanour changed, his face fell and was overcome with misery. His eyes filled with tears and he lowered his gaze to the floor. I reached out to grasp one of his hands in mine. I immediately felt guilty, I didn't mean to upset him. " I'm sorry...you don't have to tell me" I apologised.

"No... it's ok, I was gonna tell you sooner or later" he said, lifting his gaze from the floor to meet mine. He sighed, running a hand through his hair nervously. After a short period of silence, he spoke up.

"It's about my ex wife, Gwyneth...."

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