Yes, Chris knew the risks of dating, a musician, he knew that it would likely push him further into the spotlight than he already was, he didn't mind much, however, he never really knew how much paparazzi there was with someone with a fanbase like yours. But it was just dating, rendezvous, secret meet-ups in hotels, driving late at night.

Sure he'd been seen in public many times, been to events, and been recognized by fans, but honestly, he was surprised by the publicity. There were cameras flashing every time you went out. He couldn't stomach the idea of being subject to more than he already was.

Chris had been missing you, he wouldn't admit it due to his lack of commitment to you, but he did. So much so that he flew to you while you were touring, right now it was Dublin, Ireland. On his way into the venue, he was careful not to be seen, but not careful enough.

You were more than happy to see him, even greeting him with a hug, more than what you would normally do with lingering eyes around.

His phone started to blow up the second he got into the hotel room that he would be sharing with you for the next few days, his heart dropping when he realized that he had been seen.

He paces around the room while she sits on the bed, he's not speaking, just walking back and forth before he steps over to the small kitchenette and splashes cold water onto his face, taking a deep breath before walking over and sitting next to her on the bed, watching her nervous frame fiddling with her hands on her lap. "Baby... what do we do?" He asked her, his voice shaky, it was clear that he was anxious, but he couldn't help but feel bad knowing that she felt it was her fault. "I'm not mad at you, I promise..." He adds, his hand coming to hold one of hers