Prince Charming (Chris pine fanfic)

The nerves

Chris's P.O.V

I finally finished the scene we've been working on all morning. I felt tired and my mussels ached for having to maintain the posture of a prince.
I was most definitely ready for my break, which mainly meant a peaceful nap.
All the sudden I realized I was not gonna be spending my lunch break sleeping, rather I'd be with Ella.

I don't know how I feel about Ella she just reels my heart in every time I looked at her. She is quiet which is really hard to find in a makeup artist, Natalie doesn't know how to stop.
Ella just sets my heart at a pace that isn't normal for me, this is the first time I've felt this way about anybody.

I'd hate to be cliché, but she might be thee one.

I drive home in my convertible, and all I have on my mind is that date.
I skid my car to to a halt in my driveway and almost skip into my house. I run up into my bathroom to get ready. I peal off my clothing and jump into my steamy shower.
I finish washing and putting on some old spice along the way. I gel up my hair into some what a quiff.

I leap into my closet to begin my search for a casual outfit. I throw on a plaid button up, blue jeans and a gray v-neck.
I hop down the stairs, and pull on some black sneakers. I rush out to my car and start the engine as it roars to life I check the time.
1:10!

That only gave me twenty minutes to get back to the studio to pick up Ella.
I slammed my foot down on the gas a bit dramatically if you ask me but I'm the king or shall I say prince of drama.
I drove as if I was a maniac to the studio arriving sooner than anticipated, I was the thoroughly pleased with myself.

I looked in my cars side mirror fixing my already perfected hair nervously as my palms began to sweat. I attempted to calm myself trying to tell myself she was only a girl.
The only thing was that she wasn't some girl I some how felt instantly attracted to her, even I could tell I was so... fucked up.
Finally after what felt like an eternity I mustered up enough courage to open the door.

I opened the door to see her.
I stood there in aw of her perfection.