A new start, part 5
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Word Count: 2793
Warnings: Language and fluff
Chris stared at you in total shock. His answer felt like a punch to the stomach. Your mind whirling with what felt like rejection. Stomping off to the kitchen you pulled an open bottle of wine out of the fridge and poured a rather large glass for yourself. He stood in the same spot in the living room unsure of what to say.
“Just go home Chris. I’m sorry I said anything. It won’t affect work or the movie, okay? But please go.” It was difficult to look at him so you just concentrated on your glass as you stood at the kitchen island. He walked into the kitchen slowly, as though he were afraid to startle you.
“I don’t want to go, [Y/N]. I was just surprised to hear you say that. I mean, come on, why would you, this amazingly talented and wonderful woman, want a dork like me? I have had this huge crush on your since walking into that trailer. Holy shit, I think my heart stopped when I saw you.” You looked up quickly at him. Not sure if you could believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. “I knew I couldn’t act on them. You had been so hurt by that asshole and you needed a friend. So I wanted to try to be that friend. You know what?” You shook your head at him.
“What?” Chris had moved close but stopped before getting too close.
“We became good friends. It felt good. I knew I couldn’t have more than that with you but I was happy, am happy being your friend.” Letting go a breath you had been holding.
“So you mean you just want to stay friends?” He put up his hands quickly.
“No, no. Not what I mean. Shit, what the hell am I trying to say? [Y/N] I meant I don’t want you to think that I only became your friend because I wanted to take advantage of it. You have become a real friend.” You canted your head looking at him as you leaned against the island.
“So, you are my friend. And again it sounds like you just want to be my friend.” A look of confusion on your face. Chris raked his hand through his hair.
“Fuck. This is not coming out right. I am nervous as hell right now and my brain obviously can’t get my mouth to say anything right. Okay, let me try again.” Taking a long pull from the wine glass, you stared at him. The sweet taste and bubbles helping to settle your stomach that was doing flips as Chris paced back and forth in front of you. “[Y/N], I like you a lot. I have since day one. I was lucky enough that you let me become your friend. But I want more. I want to be more than your friend. I want you to see that there are guys out there that aren’t lying, cheating fuckers. Well maybe not other guys out there, but see that I am not like that.” You laughed as he fumbled through what he was trying to say. Finally getting to the point.
“So if I understand you now, you like me?” He laughed quietly taking a tentative step closer.
“Yes. I like you.”
“What do we do then?” Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked back at him. Chris shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
“Maybe we should go out. See how things go, being more than friends. Like normal people.” You bit your lip as though you were thinking very hard over the offer. When truly, you were trying not to throw up. Your heart furiously in your chest.
“I think that is a good idea. When?”
“Tomorrow? I know you are off the afternoon. I should be done by six. Maybe pick you up here by seven?”
“Seven is good. So tomorrow?” He nodded, as everything felt a bit awkward now. Why did it have to be awkward? This man had been your friend for the last several months. You had told him things you had not told anyone else. Now, it was awkward.
“Yes, tomorrow. Umm I should probably go. It’s late and umm yeah.”
“Yes it is… late.”
“Okay, see you tomorrow, [Y/N].” He walked towards the door. You followed behind, to see him out. As he opened the door, he turned back startling you and causing you to bump into him.
“Oh sorry. I wasn’t….” Chris laughed, relaxing his stance.
“Can I hug you at least? I have missed you this weekend. Not talking to you since last night sucked.” A flush of blood surged to your cheeks and you smiled shyly.
“Yeah you can hug me. I missed you too Chris. It was just… hard to concentrate on my thoughts about you when you were right there. I needed a step back for a moment.” He took the moment to step forward with his arms out, enclosing them around you in a tight hug.
“I understand that now. I’m sorry for acting like an ass. But I promise I will make it up to you tomorrow.” Returning the hug you squeezed tight. It felt good in his arms. You wanted to continue the feeling but he slowly pulled back. His face gave the impression it was reluctantly. “See you in the morning.” Chris walked towards his car throwing a grin over his shoulder. You waved like an idiot as you leaned against the doorframe. As he drove off the realization hit you that you were actually going on a date with Chris. Not just friends hanging out and having a pizza. A real date.
“Fuck, what did I get myself into?” Rubbing your face, you closed the door and went upstairs to get ready for bed. It was going to be a long day tomorrow.
After a fitful sleep, two large cups of coffee and an hour in the hair and makeup chair you were ready to get work started for the morning. The crew was setting up the shot as you sat in your chair waiting for the director to call you into the scene. Your phone started going off with a FaceTime message. Jake, for whatever reason, was calling. “Yes Jake? I’m kinda working here.”
“Well don’t you look all fancy ‘Miss I’mma super star actress.” Rolling your eyes at him through the screen you asked again.
“What do you need Jake? I don’t have much time.” He laughed as he moved the phone to show a beautiful black horse.
“Seems this girl right here needs a new home. She is great with other horses and…”
“Yes. I want her! She is gorgeous. How old is she? Where did she come from?” You excitedly sat up in the chair and squealed causing a few odd looks from those around you. Jake laughed petting the horse’s nose.
“She is five and has all her papers and looks pretty healthy. Going to have the vet check her out before I load her up in the trailer. I figured you would want her so he is already on his way.” Your brother knew you well.
“I hope Boots and Talladega like her. Jake you are the best.”
“I know, I know. Glad you appreciate that. Now did you tell that guy you like him yet? You look like you are in a better mood. Get a little something last night when you got back?” He wiggled his eyebrows with a smirk. You did not realize at that point in the conversation, Chris had walked up behind you, now he was trying not to laugh.
“Ugh, Jake you are worse than mom, you nosey ass. I have to go. Send me the info when you get her home please.” Turning the phone off, you did not wait for him to say goodbye. You leaned back in your chair with a groan.
“So you told your family about me?” Chris whispered in your ear, causing you to scream and jump out of the chair. He had a wide grin on his face.
“You scared the crap out of me!” He continued to grin at you. It was infectious and you could not help but start to smile. “And maybe.”
“Sounds like a yes. I think I like it. Don’t worry I told my mom, well she actually dragged it out of me, but she knows I have this giant crush on you.” Laughing you turned to sit back in your chair. Chris came around to sit next to you. He looked so handsome in old military costume. Just looking at him made your cheeks flush.
“Fine, yes I told my brother and my dad. Who probably told my mother. They noticed how we were texting all weekend. So they got nosey.” A look of pure happiness crossed his face. If you were telling your family there must be something there for you. He tried to give you that nonchalant look again as he turned to watch the set. It was not fooling you but you were not going to push the issue.
“So where are you taking me tonight?” You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, trying to play him at his own game.
“It’s a surprise. Don’t worry you’ll enjoy it.” That did not give you any information.
“Well how am I supposed to know what to wear?” That damn smirk of his appeared again.
“Wear that red and blue swirled dress. That looks gorgeous on you.” You raised a brow at him. If you remembered correctly, you had only worn that dress once during the whole time you had been in North Carolina.
“Okay, if you like it that much.” Before either of you could continue the director called you both to the scene. The morning was busy with trying to get as much done before the afternoon shots with Chris and change of location.
By the time the afternoon started to turn into evening, you were trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach. Chris would be at the house in little less than an hour. You had showered and pulled out the dress and sandals. The things that were most difficult were your hair and makeup. Makeup wise you did not want to look over done. Not that you could ever do what the makeup artists did to you on a daily basis. You wanted to look like you, just a prettier version. Once that was finished you worked on your mess of [Y/H/C] hair. Finally getting it up into a loose but pretty bun. The doorbell rang as you slipped into your sandals. Of course he was two minutes early. As you opened the door, looking at the man standing there it took a moment to remember to breathe. Chris looked amazing in a khaki colored pair of dress pants and a white long sleeved dress shirt with the top button undone. “Wow, [Y/N] you look… just wow.”
You beamed at him. It felt good that he thought you were beautiful. “Thank you. You look so handsome. Let me grab my purse and we can go.” He nodded sliding his hands into his pockets.
The car ride started off quiet, both of you nervous and afraid to say the wrong thing. “[Y/N] I’m sorry. I don’t want this to be weird. I want you to have a good time tonight.”
“I think you are worrying too much. I always have a good time with you. Remember we have been out so many times before. They just weren’t technically dates. So this should be easy. Like before, just with more feelings.” Chris looked over at you a moment as he tried to read your face.
“True. Okay easy then. Let’s try for that.” You moved your hand over to his and squeezed to show him it would be all right. But you did not expect him to squeeze back and hold tight to your hand. He did not want to let go. There went your heart; it was now somewhere lodged in your throat beating at ridiculous rate. You wanted your hand to stay in his, so there you left it. The smile he gave you as you did just that made your toes curl. Damn this man was going to kill you one way or another. You felt like a school girl on a date with the football star.
The restaurant was situated on a grassy area that looked over the beach. While there was dining inside Chris had reserved a table outside under the stars. There was a small band playing with several couples dancing in the middle of the tables that were scattered about. Twinkling lights ran the edges of the outside area. It was beautiful, quiet, and just perfect. With the wine ordered, he stretched his arm across the table and took your hand in his. Your mind started over thinking everything again. Like should you be feeling this way? He was your friend. Your friend who was now looking at you like more than a friend and was holding your hand. However, it felt good, it felt right.
“Stop trying to over analyze this, [Y/N]. It’s dinner. If you don’t like it then we will go back to being friends. I promise.” Fear flashed in his eyes the moment he said it. But he was a man of his word and would never force you to do something you did not want to.
“You know me too well. I’m sorry I know. I over think everything. But don’t think I don’t want to be here with you, I do. It is just a big step for me.” This time he was the one to squeeze your hand in reassurance.
“How about we not worry about it? Let’s have a good time. Tell me about your new horse. You were so excited today.” Chris knew what to say to distract you from yourself. The conversation after that flowed easily just as it always had with him. You told him all about the new horse as well as your other two back home. He went on to tell you stories of learning to ride for a movie years back then falling off and bruising his tailbone. You laughed so loud you had to cover your mouth. When the meal came each of you fed the other a bite of your meals just to try them out. After finishing and chatting for a little while longer Chris stood up holding his hand out to you. “Dance with me?”
You bit your lip nervously as you took his hand and stood with him. He drew you alongside of him and out onto the dance floor. Twirling you around first before he took you in his arms. The two of you danced just staring into the others eyes. It was then you realized this was how it was supposed to be. This was the person who made the world look beautiful and bright. You had spent the last four months getting to know him and becoming his friend. Now there was more. So much more. Closing your eyes, you laid your head on his shoulder drawing close into his arms. Chris leaned his head against yours. Neither of you wanted to move. However, after several songs, you knew it was time to go.
The ride home was similar to earlier in the quiet of it. The difference though was the air about it all. Both of your hands encircled his as he drove back to the beach house. He would look over at you for a moment and you would grin at him, causing him to return the smile. When you arrived home he got out, opened your door, and walked you up to the house. “Do you want to come inside for a bit? We can have a glass of wine.”
“I want to. But I think it’s best if I go home. I am not going to rush this. I want you to be able to see me as someone you want to be with and who will do anything for you. Especially wait for you. I’m not in a rush nor am I going anywhere. Remember that. I will call you in the morning if that’s all right.” You nodded with tears welling up in your eyes. This man did not know what he was doing to your heart. Chris took your hand and kissed it before walking back to his car. There you stood on the front porch watching until you could no longer see his taillights. It had been a wonderful night.
“Oh shit, I have it bad….”