A Fan Girl's Dream

Chapter Eighteen

Sebastian and I snuggled into the couch as Anthony started the movie up. "I still can't believe you haven't seen The Conjuring, Chris!"

"Is it that big of a deal?" Chris rolled his eyes, sitting on the other end of the couch.

"It's a whole series." I shrugged. "I know that. But I've never seen it either."

"Well this should be fun then." Sebastian smirked.

Anthony sat on the couch beside us and I got comfortable against Sebastian. He grabbed the blanket that was hanging over the back of the couch and wrapped it around us. It was such a small gesture I blushed, leaning my head against his chest.

The movie continued to play and I got more and more comfortable on him. My eyes started to get heavy, every time I blinked they stayed closed for longer and longer.

Then what seemed like two seconds later, Sebastian was rubbing my face. "Hey sweetheart. Come on, lets get to bed." Sebastian stood up and picked me up with him, the blanket slid off of us as he carried me. I saw that the tv was off and Anthony and Chris were gone. How long did he let me sleep on him before waking me up?

He carried me to the bed, laying me down and taking his shirt off before he joined me. I sighed, moving closer to him and snuggling against him. Sebastian kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms around me. I fell asleep quickly after that.

I woke up groggy, and for a brief moment I almost forgot where I was. I stretched, groaning before sitting up and blinking a few times. This wasn't my room. The realization of the day before hit me suddenly. I looked around, I was in Sebastian Stan's room. This was happening. But I was alone in Sebastian Stan's room? What? I looked around and saw a note on the other pillow.

Hey sleepyhead,
Went to grab breakfast. Be back soon. Don't get out of bed.
I plugged your phone in last night, it's on top the headboard.

I smiled, reaching my hand up searching for it. When I grabbed it, I folded the note up and placed it in between my phone and phone case, saving it.

I had... a lot of notifications. I checked my messages from Elena first.

The pictures of you and Sebastian are everywhere!

You showed Chris Evans your tattoo?! He posted you on IG, girl... You're making my job seem pointless!

The preorders for your book have already sold out. I don't think I have to explain to you how big this is.

I expect a raise for each unread message tonight.

You better be getting laid.

I just found out that you never went home last night. I'm so proud of you.

Don't worry, I stopped in to feed Scott.

Call me, I want to grab lunch today. Or dinner, if you're still having a good time.

Dinner it is.

I laughed and texted her back.

Name the time and place, I'll be there. Thanks for taking care of Scott for me. I love you.

And then I checked the social media accounts. Sure enough, chrisevans tagged me in a photo.

I don't know which one of us is a bigger Fan Girl. Just kidding, it's me. Jenna Skye has me tattooed on her! I can't wait to check out out the sequel.

I double tapped the picture and typed up a quick comment.

#teamfangirl

I was still smirking when I opened Twitter. The fans were loving it. The picture I posted of Sebastian and I was being reposted everywhere. And there were a large amount of... negative comments that I was not really prepared for. I mean. I've gotten my share of hate messages, but usually just critics, people not liking my book, or how graphic it was. You don't write vampire porn without hate. But this... this was different. People were mad about me being happy, having feelings for a man they don't even know. They deemed me unworthy. And my picture with Chris made me slutty. It was... a new type of hatred.

I put my phone down and slumped in the bed. Maybe they were right. I didn't deserve this. This wasn't the place for me. I shouldn't be here, in this room. I was a nobody. I just happened to write something that people liked.

I was about to leave the bed and get dressed when Sebastian came back in the room, holding a big plate. He smiled and then saw me standing by the bed. "Oh, come on sweetheart. I asked for one thing. Come on, back in bed."

I couldn't argue that. I smiled and climbed back into bed as he placed the plate on my lap and walked out, returning with two travel cups of coffee and a bag.

"I wasn't sure how you took it so there's various sugars and sweeteners and creamers in here." He placed the bag next to me.