Twenty-Four ~ Chris Evans X Reader

Chapter 4 ~ Chris

"Yeah, roughly nine years." She replies her forced smile not wavering.

"It was right before your band interview,"

"Yeah, that was a long time ago,"

"Yeah, and you didn't recognize me."

"Oh my god, are you ever going to let that go?!" She cries out making everyone look at her in shock. "I'm sorry," She says reaching up to scratch the back of her neck suddenly looking uncomfortable again. "I'll meet you inside," She says to Sebastian before turning to everyone else and saying, "It was nice to meet you all, I'm sorry, excuse me." She avoids looking at Chris and he suddenly feels like an ass. He watches as she hurries off into the theatre before turning back to Sebastian who had his brow furrowed as he stared after her.

"Something we should know Evans?" Scarlett asks rising cocking an eyebrow at him accusingly.

"I should-Yeah-I'll be right back," He says as he quickly runs off after her. As he passes through the doors he sees her standing alone her back facing him her hand held up in front of her. Had she felt the same sensation he had when he touched her hand. He suddenly had the urge to know everything. Why she was here, why after everything that happened between the two of them was she just now coming back into his life? Taking a deep breath he closes the distance between them and gently reaches out to take her hand. As his fingers lace around hers she turns and he sees the sheer panic is her eyes. She was scared.

Reader's POV

I rushed inside the theater my mind and heart racing. "Stupid, stupid (Name)," I repeat over and over again as I try to calm my shaking body. How could I have yelled that without thinking? My hand starts tingling and I pull it up holding it in front my face. How could, after all these years, he have the same effect on me. My stomach starts to knot and I suddenly had the urge to vomit. I knew I shouldn't have come. I gently touch my stomach before letting my hand fall to my side. I furrow my brow and then suddenly feel someone take my hand lacing their fingers with mine and I turn. My eyes widen as I see Chris standing there with a forlorn look in his eyes.

"You okay?" He asks and I suddenly feel my throat start to close up. Was I okay? No, I wasn't. I wanted to go home. I wanted to be far away from him but all I could say was, "I'm fine," I go to pull my hand from his but I found that he wouldn't let it go. "Chris, let go," I say firmly as I look at his hand.

"I need to talk to you," Was all he said before he pulled me from the lobby and into a nearby empty room. As the door closes behind us I feel my heart start to race. The room was dark, it had windows but they were blocked by thick blinds making it impossible for us to see out or anyone to look in. I look back at Chris to see him looking down into my eyes and I could swear I could hear his heartbeat. My eyes dart back and forth from his eyes to his lips before I blink quickly and pull away from him.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" I say as I once again try to pull my hand from his grasp but he keeps his hold tight.

"Why did you show up tonight?" He asks and I gulp down a breath of air.

"I was asked," I reply as I once again pull at my hand.

"Even though you knew I would be here?" He says tightening his grip.

"Sebastian wanted me to come. I told him no, but he persuaded me."

"Persuaded you how?"

"What business is it of your?" I ask suddenly getting angry. "God dammit Chris, let go of me!" I yell out jerking my arm out of his grasp.

"Are you and him?"

"For the millionth time, NO!" I yell out fully exasperated. "And besides why the hell would you care? We haven't talked or even been in the same room as each other for nine years."