Happy Birthday (Welshy)

Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap. Why, on all days, did Chris have to sleep late? He had trouble walking up anyway, and had a hang-over from hell, but this morning he was not able to wake up. It was the afternoon by the time one of his little siblings had thrown something hard at him, waking him from slumber.
His dark blonde curls wet from his shower and sticking to his forehead, Chris sprinted into the amphitheatre, finding Isabella sitting there with a guitar and looking impatient. He skidded to a halt In front of her, gasping for breath. His shirt was messed up, his pants were halfway down his boxers and one of his sneakers wasn't on properly.
"I over-slept..." Chris told her awkwardly, looking down at his scruffled self in an explanation.

Chris smiled shyly and blushed, feeling embarressed for one of the first times In history. He let Isabella tidy him up, feeling like he was with his mom again. That was weird, seeing as what he did with Izzy was something he would never consider doing with his mom...
When Isabella leaned up and kissed him, Chris dropped the belt, his arms wrapping around Isabella's waist, lifting her up off the ground as he moved his lips in time with hers.
"Okay. Sorry, mom." He grinned once pulling away from her, letting her. Down on her feet again and picking up the belt, threading it through and tightening it around his jeans.

Letting his beautiful girlfriend drag him over to where she had been seated earlier with a guitar, Chris raised his eyebrows when she had mentioned his birthday. The event had passed about two weeks ago, and he hadn't really expected her to remember.
It many a lot to him that she had remembered, even if she was a little late. Because she was singing something as well, Instead of buying something, was better also as It came from the heart.
Getting down of his knees on the floor in front of Isabella, with his chin resting on her knee, Chris immediatly recognized that song as Kiss me by Ed Sheeran. Chris was a big fan of this ginger artist, and loved everyone of his songs.
Honestly, Chris hadn't known that she could sing, but as soon as Isabella had opened her mouth, Chris became mesmorized. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. Trying not to sing along with her, Chris closed his eyes and pressed his lips against her knee gently.

Watching with awe as Isabella finished, Chris wanted to say how amazing she was when she leaned down closer to her, demanding the one thing Chris wanted most In the world, apart from her hear forever.
Watching her eyes close, Chris felt her sweet and warm breath on his lips, still not being able to get over the fact that she was his. He had made mistakes In the past, but he was getting better. He was trying to stop smocking by taking patches, and hadn't look at anyother girl than her In months.
He loved her too much.
Bringing his hand up to cup her cheek, Chris stroked her face lightly with his thumb before also closing his eyes, closing the small distance between them to feel her familiar lips on his.

Chris, whilst they kissed, got to his feet when feeling Isabella doing so. Keeping his hand on her cheek, and the other hand on her lower back to keep her body against his, Chris took the short break as a moment to breath before she kissed him again, this time more passionately.
Trailing his lips down to her neck in little kisses, Chris didn't go any further down then her collar-bone. Just in case she didn't want that. When kissing up her her ear again, he bit on her earlobe gently before puling away comletely, looking her in the eyes.
"I love you more, Beautiful. That was the best present ever. Thank you."

Smiling lightly when Isabella hugged him, Chris kissed her forehead lightly. Like her, Chris jumped slightly when there was a loud crash before his smile transformed into a grin, realizing it wasn’t a hellhound or something after all. Thank Gods.
Watching as Isabella leaned over to pick it up, his caught sight of her skin in the corner of his eyes as her shirt was pulled up. Being a guy, and being Chris, he would obviously look if a part of Isabella’s body was showing. It was just like Chris to always check her out, even though he was hardly ever caught doing so, because he was a boss.
What he didn’t expect to see was a tattoo.
Holding up the side of her shirt, Chris raised his eyebrows in surprise at the sight of it. He touched it lightly with his fingers of his other hand, tearing his light brown eyes from her tattoo to her face curiously.
“When did you get done?” He asked, letting her shirt fall once more and placing his hands on her hips, grinning down at her mischievously. “It’s really hot, by the way.”
Kissing her forehead again gently, Chris wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest in a hug, resting his cheek against the top of her head. His closed his eyes, his mouth flattening down into a frown as he sighed. “I’m such a bad influence,” He mumbled.
Isabella was still just a kid, and he was now two years older then her. It wasn’t right.

Opening his eyes, Chris looked down at Isabella when she rested her chin on his chest, his mouth twitching up into a kind smile. “Nearly sixteen. Whoa, you’re young.” He teased, his hand reaching up to tuck some strands of her silky brown hair behind one ear.
Leaning down to kiss the tip of her nose lightly, Chris’ light brown eyes studied her for a moment before looking over her shoulder at the guitars and other instruments lined up against the wall. When his gaze returned to Isabella, he raised an eyebrow at her. “Do you mind if I play you something now?” He asked, leaning down and kissing her lips again quickly before pulling away from her embrace, crossing the stage towards the guitar that Isabella had used only minutes before. He sat in the seat, not playing anything but watching her curiously, wondering if she would allow him to.