Keep Up if You Can

Part 4- Keep me closer

Audrey's P.O.V.

It had been a week since Tom left. Harry refused to even look at me the rest of the time he was here, which confused the hell out of Tom since usually we were all over each other. My mum seemed to have an inkling of what was truly going on, but she never pressed the matter.

I looked like shit. I hadn't been sleeping well, and I'd been working myself to the bone trying to get everything finished for the movie. Since I'd decided to stay, they'd sent a couple of the other makeup artists home. This meant even more work for me which was both great and awful.

I'd been so wrapped up in the movie, that I hadn't posted anything on my channel, and I was beginning to wonder if I was going to be able to keep my commitment. I wasn't sure I could do this for three more weeks.

Every time I started to wonder if I should just go home, Chris would come along and give me some encouragement. He was one of the sweetest guys ever, and was constantly checking up on me.

After I'd cried in his arms, we sat and talked for a long time. He didn't make me tell him what was wrong, which was good, because I don't think I would've been willing to anyway. We just sat and talked and got to know each other better. Since then, we'd started going out to lunch and dinner almost every day. It was a lot easier to hang out with him now that Tom and his overprotective self was gone. I loved my brother, but I also loved my freedom.

I was just finishing up makeup on one of the background actors when I felt arms wrap around my waist.

"Guess who?" Whispered a thick Boston accent into my ear.

"Hmm, can I have a hint?" I giggled when he kissed my neck, a small huff leaving his mouth.

"You're favorite actor on set."

"Oh my gosh! Sebastian is that you?!" I whipped around with a faux shocked expression on my face, only to act disappointed when I saw Chris standing behind me in all his glory. "Oh, it's just you."

"Ha, ha. Aren't you just the cutest little comedian?" He quickly grabbed me by the waist and lifted me into the air, guiding my legs to wrap around his waist. "Too bad I'm not your favorite. I was gonna ask if you wanted to go out and swim in the lake a couple towns over since I have the rest of the day off, but I only offer that invitation to people who actually want to spend time with me." He sighed, shaking his head back and forth in disappointment. "And to think, I was really looking forward to seeing you all wet."

"Christopher!" I gasped, smacking him on the chest and dropping my feet back to the ground. Chris was cackling, his hands leaving me so that they could grab at his chest. "Are you serious though?"

"About wanting to see you wet?"

"No! Bloody hell, Chris. I meant about going to the lake." I couldn't stop the grin that creeped onto my face when he winked at me.

"Absolutely!"

"Then let's go! I'm definitely in." I said, quickly turning around and grabbing my bag off the table. Chris fist pumped before turning around for me to jump on his back. He gave me a piggy back ride all the way to his rental before setting me down. 

I was just about to get into the car when he reached out to stop me, his hand grabbing my chin to pull my face toward his. I felt paralyzed as his lips started to come towards mine slowly. My breathing quickened the longer it took him to act, but I couldn't bring myself to lean in those last few centimeters. I wanted to, god did I want to, but I just couldn't do it.

"I'm glad you decided to come." He mumbled out breathily. I could smell his mint toothpaste our faces were so close, and that was all it took for my body to finally start reacting. Just before I could collide our lips, he pulled away with a smirk and walked to the driver's side of the car.

"Bastard." I muttered, climbing into the car.

The drive was about thirty minutes long, then we'd have a small hike to get to the lake itself. When I asked how Chris had even found out about this place, he simply shrugged and said that he knew a guy who knew a guy, whatever that meant.

The lake itself was beautiful, trees surrounded every edge, and the water glistened like a thousand diamonds in the sun. Off to one side there was a two person swing hanging from a tree, and directly in front of us was a dock that stuck out into the water. The whole thing was perfectly romantic, and I was beginning to feel very special. Of all the people, Chris chose to bring me here.

"Do you like it?" He asked from behind me. I turned to see him leaned against a tree, hands in his pockets, and eyes trained on me.

"Chris, I love it! It's absolutely brilliant! Thank you so much for bringing me here." I ran over and wrapped him in a tight hug, his own arms wrapping around me just as tightly.

"My pleasure." He pulled away just slightly, locking eyes with me, and I was yet again put in that same trance. "What do you say we go swimming?"

"I forgot my suit."

"Guess you'll just have to wear the one your mom gave you for your birthday." He replied with a wink.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you Christopher Evans?" I called incredulously.

"I did indeed, Audrey Holland, but don't worry, I'm gonna be in the same suit."

"Really?"

"Yep, and I won't look while you undress if it'll make you feel better." He smiled at me sweetly before turning away and beginning to strip out of his clothes. I guess he didn't mind if I watched, and there was no way I was gonna miss this show. "See something you like?" He asked cheekily, catching my gaze over his shoulder, everything but his underwear now removed from his body.

"I see a lot of things actually." A loud laugh escaped him as he gripped the elastic of his underwear and yanked them down 'til they pooled at his ankles with the rest of his clothes. 

"Your turn." Well, it was only fair that if I got to watch, he got to watch as well. So, with a deep breath, I began stripping myself of my own clothes. It was safe to say that I was more than a little self conscious, especially since I could feel Chris' eyes following my every move.

Once I'd finished taking off all of my clothes, I was quick to cover myself with my arms. I didn't like my body honestly. Everyone told me to look at how fit I was, and how nice my skin was, but all I could see were my imperfections. I saw the stretch marks, however faded they may be, that lined my hips and thighs. I saw the slight pooch in my belly as apposed to the dips where my toned obliques stuck out. I saw each and every blemish that littered my chest, and knew that I could never compare to the god of a man standing in front of me with his perfectly toned body cloaked in tattoos. He was perfect, and I was less than.

Just when I was beginning to think that maybe I should put my clothes back on, Chris came over to me and grabbed my arms, gently guiding them to lay back down by my sides.

"Please don't cover yourself up. You're way to beautiful to hide yourself."

"But I'm not. I'm not perfect."

"And neither am I. No one is, that's what makes us human. That's what makes us unique. That's what makes us beautiful." As soon as the words left his mouth, my lips were colliding with his in a much anticipated kiss, my arms wrapping around him to pull our imperfectly perfect bodies closer to one another.