Hurts Like Heaven

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Chris Martin of Coldplay falls for a photographer but can she commit when all she's ever known is running away from what scares her the most? love

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Hurts Like Heaven

Submitted: December 01, 2011

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Submitted: December 01, 2011



“Are you excited?” Sara whispered into my ear.
“Oh my god, can you not be that again?” I yelped jumping forward
“Sorry!” she laughed
“Its fine, excited about what?”
“Getting to dress Coldplay for the shoot” she reminded me.
“Oh yeah, of course” I sighed
I should’ve been gushing with excitement but my mind was preoccupied with last night’s fight.

‘ “I slept with Lauren” Mike spoke out loud as I started to wash the dishes.
I dropped the plate through the air and it shattered in the sink. It took a minute for me to come back to reality or to just digest what he had just said.
“What?” I turned around staring at him.
“I’m sorry babe” he took a few steps closer to me.
“What...what” I shook my head
“How could you?”
“I’m sorry” he pleaded touching my arm
“Do NOT fucking touch me!” I shouted as my eyes started to tear up.
“I love you”
“You don’t, I know you don’t.” I pushed my hair out of my face.
“I am” he tried to touch me again.
“I said DON’T touch me!” I screamed falling to the floor.
He stood there. I looked up at him and shook my head. My hands shook. My cheeks wet with tears. My mind was spinning. It was silent for twenty minutes.
“Please just give me another chance” he bargained
I slowly felt myself rise to my feet. At this point I couldn’t feel anything.
“Babe” he watched me stand up
“Get out” I shook my head, pointing to the door.
“Get. The. Hell. Out.” I repeated slowly.
“Can you at least let me explain?”
“Explain what Mike? How and why you cheat twice?”
He stared back at me. I could see his jaw was clenched.
“I don’t care anymore. I want you to leave”
“What about my clothes?”
“Oh your clothes?” I shouted
I stormed to what use to be “our” bedroom and yanked the dresser drawers out.
“Your shit will meet you outside!” I laughed opening the balcony doors and tossing them down onto the New York City street below.
“What the fuck are you doing you crazy bitch?” Mike shouted grabbing me and pushing me onto the bed.
“Don’t ever put your hands on me” I got off the bed and grabbed an armful of his silk work shirts, “You’re nothing but a fucking dog so now your shit can live with you on the street like one for all I care”
I lifted one of my arms to toss the clothes over, but he ran behind me pinning me over the balcony railing and latching onto my arm.
“Ow! Mike let me go! You’re hurting me”
He glared at me. I could see the anger in his eyes. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back inside, I dropped the clothes and squirmed to get away from him. But like a ragdoll he tossed me aside and grabbed his keys and left without saying a word. I fell onto the floor and crawled, propping myself against the wall.’

“Babe!” Sara waved her hand in front of my face, “Hello?”
I shook my head and blinked.
“There she is!” Sara laughed, “Coldplay’s twenty minutes away. Get the wardrobe ready”
I hadn’t told Sara what happened last night. I couldn’t, so I kept it to myself. I grabbed the racks of clothes for Chris, Guy, Jonny and Will. But of course Sara, my assistant stylist and junior photographer completely consumed with her phone didn’t help me get the eight racks of clothes and four racks of shoes.
“Thanks Sara” I sighed pushing the last rack onto the floor.
“Oh god I’m sorry” she laughed
“Oh don’t worry, you’ll be putting all of this away” I smiled.
“Wow really? Douche!”
“And you know you love me!” I sat down next to the racks. I pulled out my messenger bag and took out the inventory list.

“Hi! I’m Sara” I heard Sara introduce herself from across the studio.
Looking up I saw Coldplay. There they were. In walked Guy with his sunglasses on and a smile across his face. Next was Jonny of course with a hat, followed by Will and then Chris. I sat there Starstruck for a moment. Why I was suddenly nervous baffled me because I had godparents like Elton John, David Bowie and Iman.

“Babe!” Sara waved me over. I pulled on my jacket and stood up, gathering my paper work. I walked over.
“Hi” I did a nervous miniature wave.
“This is my babe” the photographer gushed, “She will be using her immaculate fashion skills to dress you fine gentlemen for the Rolling Stones shoot”
“I’m Guy” he smiled at me.
“Hi I’m Babe”
“You’re name’s ‘Babe’?” Chris reassured
“Yeah” I nodded
“Well I’m Chris, Babe”
I smiled.
“Wow he’s hilarious. Isn’t he?” Guy laughed
“Shut it” Chris pushed Guy.

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