His Dirty Little Secret (Chris Evans)

11. Boston in a day

My eyes spring open, my heart skipping a beat from my loud alarm. Oh fuck. 8am. I quickly grab my phone, unlocking it to check if I've had any missed calls. Nothing. Phew. I steady my breathing. My eyes are sore. I barely slept, horrible thoughts of what could go wrong today keeping me up.

I throw my duvet off me and hop out of my squeaky bed. My legs feel weak. My stomach churns uncomfortably. Get your shit together, Megan. Taking a deep breath, I pick up my phone and head into the bathroom to take a shower.

The shower wakes me up a bit, but it doesn't calm the nerves. I dry myself off and sit on my bed, staring at my open wardrobe. What the fuck am I suppose to wear? I don't even know what we're doing, if we're doing anything at all. Maybe it is a cruel joke. No. I can't be thinking like that. Chris isn't that kind of guy. He's lovely. Whatever this is, it's not a cruel joke.

Exhaling deeply, I pick out some black skinny jeans, a band top and hoodie. It's chilly this time of year in Boston, but not cold enough today to need a coat. Once I'm dressed, I lie on my bed, taking deep breaths to try and calm myself down. If he doesn't call soon, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown. As if on queue, my ringtone sounds the room. I jerk up, reading the unknown number. Shit. Fuck. Oh my god. Shit. Breathe. Fucking breathe. I press answer and put the phone to my ear. "H-hello?"

"Hey, it's me!" God. His voice is so gorgeous. I could listen to him all day. "I hope I didn't wake you."

"Course not. I've b-been up for hours!" I beam, which makes him laugh.

"Well, I wish I called sooner then!" I let out a laugh, uncontrollably blushing. "Are you ready for what I've got planned for us today?" He asks.

"Absolutely!...W-what have you got planned?"

"It's a surprise! Meet me at the South Station in an hour." A train station?

"O-okay."

"See you soon, Meg." Oh, the way my name rolls off his tongue.

"Bye--" We end the call. South Station. What's at South Station? Where's he going to take me? The mystery is killing me. Shit. If I'm going to make it in time, I better leave sharpish.

I slip on my Vans and put my beanie on, before taking a deep breath and heading out. As I make my way down the stairs, I text Jamie.

To: Jamie
We're meeting at South Station.

I take the subway into the centre, anxious beyond words. All sorts of things spiral around in my mind. My phone buzzes; Jamie's text back.

From: Jamie
Train station? Weird! Maybe he's a train spotter ;)

Reading the text, I laugh and roll my eyes. The subway train stops, and the doors open. I hop up and hurry through the doors, making my way towards South Staion. Shit. Where in the station am I supposed to meet him? Outside? Inside? Fuck!

I wander into the busy station, glancing around. I'm never going to find him in this crowd. He's probably not even here yet. I am a bit early. Suddenly, someone puts a hand on my shoulder from behind. I jump, spinning around to see Chris, smiling. He's wearing his Patriots cap, probably to keep a low profile. "Hey!" I chirp, quite enthusiastically. Fuck. He laughs.

"Hey, Meg. How're you?" Tired. Nervous. Stressed. In love with you.

"Yeah! I'm good, th-thanks. You?" He nods.

"Me too. You must have thought it was weird of me to ask you to meet me here." I let out a little laugh.

"N-not at all."