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Your POV
"Y/N, I must say you look gorgeous," the interviewer said and I laughed.
"Thanks, babe," I replied.
"I need the tea. How was it working with Chris Evans?"
"That man works on my last nerve," I said.
"You just said you loved me before we got here," Chris said interrupting my interview.
"Aren't you suppose to be far away from me?" I asked him and he rolled his eyes resting his hand on my lower back.
"She's acting all tough for the cameras, but she's a big baby and she loved me very much," he said.
"I am not and I do not," I said to him. My manager waved for me to come over because I had to go inside.
"I'm sorry, my love, but it's time for us to head inside," I told the interview. I said a quick goodbye and left with Chris hot on my tail. When we got inside, I got popcorn and some Sour Patch Kids before following my manager to my seat. Chris sat next to me and lifted up the arm rest between us when the lights dimmed down.
"I know you and you're bound to fall asleep during the showing," he said and I rolled my eyes.
"You just want my popcorn," I said to him and he did take some of my popcorn.
"Get your own," I said and he laughed quietly. The movie started and it had my full attention for the first hour. I started to get tired and rested my head on Chris' shoulder.
"Told ya," he mumbled.
"Shut up," I said closing my eyes. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. I fell asleep and was sleeping good until he woke me up.
"Want me to bring you home? We can get something to eat as well," Chris said standing up before helping me up.
"Yeah, I'm starving," I told him. As soon as we got outside, the paparazzi was waiting on us. I ignored them until one smacked my ass and groped me. I let go of Chris' hand and shoved the guy back harshly.
"Dude, what the fuck is your problem?" Chris asked him as he shove him back making him fall onto the ground.
"You don't fucking touch women without their consent. Especially not her," Chris said pushing him again when he got up.
"Yeah, you shouldn't have done that. You're mad weird for that. I hope she presses charge one of the paps said in disgust. The others agreed putting their cameras down. Like he really just ruined the entire mood. I wasn't even hungry anymore. I just wanted to go home.
"Chris, can you just bring me home?" I asked him and he looked at me, before looking back at the dickhead that groped me. He clenched his jaw and turned back to me.
"Wait, Y/N, if you need the video or someone to speak on you behalf, I will," one said and I quietly thanked him.
"Bro, I can't believe you really just did that. You're sick," someone said as Chris and I walked away.
"Everyone knows that she doesn't like being touched and for you to fucking grope her like that. You better get to running because I'm about to beat yo ass," someone else said. Chris opened the car door for me and helped me in.
"Thanks," I mumbled softly.
"You're welcome," he said. When he got in the car, he sighed.
"I am very sorry that that just happened to you, my love," he said looking at me and I just nodded.
"Do you still want to get some food?" he asked and I shook my head.
"No, but thank you. I'd just like to go home and shower," I said wiping my tears away.
"Aww, baby. I'm sorry. I should've been walking behind you," he said softly grabbing my hand.
"No, it's not your fault. It's his fault. We're not even about to start that," I told him.
"But-"
"No, Christopher. I said what I said," I told him and he nodded.
"You sure you don't want food, baby?" he asked sweetly kissing that back of my hand.
"Let's get some wings and just bring me home," I said and he nodded kissing my knuckles. I blushed wiping away my tears again. He gave me a small smile before we went to get some wings. When we got the wings, he brought me home. He helped me out of the car and had the wings in his other hand.
"You got your key?" I asked him and he looked at me like I was stupid.
"Of course, I got my keys. I live here, too," he said and I rolled my eyes as he opened the door. I kicked off my heels and turned on the lights. I went up to our room and Chris followed.
"Can you unzip me?" I asked him and he did. I stepped out of my dress and hung it up. I quickly wrapped my hair before tying it up. I hopped in the shower and Chris joined me. He turned on the other shower head and began showering. I washed my body and had him wash my back. Of course he did because he was whipped. I rinsed of the soap and rested my back against his chest before I sighed.
"I'm still sorry about what happened," he said and I sighed.
"I know," I told him. He kissed my shoulder.
"Can you wash my back for me?" he asked and I nodded. I washed his back and kiss the back of his neck.
"I love you," I told him.
"I love you more," he said. We showered for a few more minutes before getting out. I washed my face and did my nightly skin care routine. I put lotion on before putting on Chris' shirt and he smiled at me.
"Don't smile at me with your dick out," I said to him and he laughed putting on a pair of loose fit boxers and a shirt.
"Let's go eat our wings," he said and we went back downstairs. He warmed up the wings while I poured us up some wine.
"Wings and wine, so classy," he said and I giggled. We sat on the floor with our plates on the coffee table. We looked at each other and smiled. He kissed me softly.
"This about to be too good, baby," he said trying to imitate my New Orleans accent.
