Butterflies (Chris Evans) 18+

5

I'm pacing my hotel room nervously the very next week. 

Will he come?

Chris was unsure about walking the carpet last week when I suggested it, so I didn't pressure him. He said that this moment wasn't about him, that the film was and that I should walk it with my head held high as a massive fuck you to my management.

I've been in talks with Chris's this week, and they've been in negotiations with mine. Apparently Miranda is making it hard for them but Nick - is very persistent. They're sending Megan, Chris's publicist to be with me here so as I have someone at least.

Right now she's been on her phone and setting out a plan of action for future projects and appearances of mine. Whatever keeps her happy.

I glance at the clock.

He's not coming. He'd be here by now.

My heart sinks a little.

I glance down at the dress that Ilaria has styled me in. It's gorgeous and once again not too over the top. Enough for me to be noticed though. I seem to suit baby blue more than I do a pastel pink. We tried a few outfits but found this one was the best. 

I just wish Chris could see it though. 

"You alright?" Ilaria asks as Megan goes out to take a call. 

I nod. "Yeah, just a little nervous. I thought LA was big but coming home it somehow feels bigger". 

"You look gorgeous, and I'm sure Chris would think so too". 

I say nothing and check my phone. It's half an hour until the car is going to come and pick me up. Somehow I just want to say sod it and jump on a plane to go see him in Boston, but I can't chicken out of this. 

I need to go stand by a window, feeling very hot all of a sudden. Typical for the UK to be incredibly hot today when any other time it would be mild or raining. "You can do this...you can do it". I try and give myself some courage, but the only person I need for that is Chris. I try to call him, but it goes to voicemail. He's probably out for a morning walk with Dodger or something. 

The door opens and Megan's voice filters though. "So the car will be here soon, also was given something for you for luck when you go out there". 

I compose myself so she doesn't know I've been freaking out, before walking back in - seeing her standing there with a small smirk, along with the 'something' for good luck. 

"You came..." I literally want to breakdown and cry, but know the makeup artist will be pissed if she has to redo my mascara. 

He's here. He's really here, and looking more delicious than ever. "I told Megan and Ilaria to keep it to themselves until I was ready. I've been in the room next door". He tells me and comes over. So that's where Ilaria darted off to earlier...

Either way she's dressed him in a way that I instantly want to rip the clothes from him. Perhaps it's the sunglasses. 

He leans in and murmurs, "you ready to go piss off your management, Barbie?" I nod a little too enthusiastically, the nerves I was feeling before vanishing without a trace. Taking my hand, he plants a kiss on my knuckles. "Let's go". 

**

As expected, the reaction is crazy as we arrive and get out. Photographers are calling for us at all angles, people a little in shock that Chris is here considering he's not actually in the film.

But he's here for me...

"Stop shaking, you're ok". He leans in and murmurs as his arm locks a little more firmly around my waist, keeping me closer to him. "Although I don't think I'll be able to say that to you when I get you back to that hotel room later". 

Holy shit. 

I turn my head and look up at him. "You gonna have me shaking Evans?" I lean in and whisper. 

"All damn night if I have to". 

For a moment as we stare at one another, I almost forget about everyone around us. The flashes of cameras and shouts of all just fading away. I only have eyes for him...

"What about screaming?" 

"Even better". 

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. 

I'm suddenly pulled back into reality where the shouting and flashes now become loud once more, and in a move that shocks everyone, even me - he presses his lips to my forehead. A small gesture but enough to make a big impact on every single gossip site and media outlet come tomorrow. 

Part of me wonders whether this is a tactical move - his middle finger to Maria. But the other part of me wants to know whether he did it because he also feels something. I don't dwell on whether it was for the cameras or not, because Megan now has us moving along - Chris happily taking a step back and retreating inside to wait for me as I sign some autographs and take some pictures with fans. 

The question on everyone's lips remains the same though with everyone I meet from fans and reporters alike. "Are you dating?" 

I just grin because even I don't know currently what we are. Friends? Potential lovers? It's too early for us to actually say. Instead I just give them the same answer. 

"I don't know, are we?" 

I meet Chris inside once I'm done. He's busy talking to a few people before he notices me and then comes over. "Well...I think that went better than expected". 

"I'm pretty sure we've done enough". 

He shakes his head. "We've not even got started Myles - you ready to ditch this place and go back to the hotel?" 

I don't even have to think about it and now toy with the necklace around his neck, know that it'll probably soon be smashing me in the face. 

Worth it. 

"Let's get out of here".