All I ask | Chris Evans

8

"Okay, now I think I'm gonna throw up" Henry held his hand over his stomach whilst I giggled at him. I'd decided to take him to Brighton Pier to pop his Pier cherry. "I don't know how you managed to not projectile vomit after all that food and going on that ride"

"Pure skill and talent" I gloated, "Let's sit down for a bit, your going green" I chuckled, taking his hand and sitting him down on a nearby bench. I took a bottle of water out of my bag and handed it to him.

"I can't tell if my stomach is hurting because of how much I've laughed or how much I've eaten" He let out a sigh.

"Most likely both" I answered.

"I had a lot of fun today" he smiled, placing his hand on my thigh, tracing small circles with his index finger.

"Me too" I grinned genuinely. A gust of wind blew past us, whipping my curly locks into my face, covering my eyes. Henry reached toward my face, brushing the wild curls from my face and tucking it behind my ear. His palm rested on my cheek, and his face came closer to mine, to the point I could feel his hot breath on my lips. He pressed the softest kiss to my lips, almost as if he was testing his boundaries. I hooked my hand behind his neck, running my fingers through his hair as he deepened the kiss. I pulled away, his hand still resting on my cheek. "We should probably get back" I whispered.

"Yeah probably" he answered, lowering his hand. He stepped up, reaching his hand toward me which I gladly accepted. It felt weird how easy it was to slip back into this pattern, especially after Chris.

We took the longest route possible back trying to savour the summer evening not wanting it to end. It was pitch black by the time we got back, only the golden glow from the lamp posts and the lights from inside the houses lighting up the pavement.

Saying our goodbye's and exchanging numbers, it was just me and Grandma left in the living room, sipping tea. She would glance at me, looking pleased with herself, every couple of minutes. "Have a nice time?" she asked, a smug look smacked on her face.

"Yes thank you, did you?" I replied, knowing full well she wanted me to tell her every slight detail of the night.

"Yes" she nodded, "I'm dying over here! Tell me what happened!" she exclaimed. I tapped my nose, like she always used to do to me when telling me to mind my own business.

"Night, see you in the morning" I grinned smugly, taking my mug upstairs with me.

"Olivia Isabella Rose!" she called after me, "You tell your poor old grandmother right this instance!"

"I'll tell you in the morning!" I called back before walking up the final steps.

My phone's constant buzzing woke me up. I looked at the flashing screen sat on my bedside table and saw the culprit of waking me up at this un-godly hour. "Scott it's 3am! 3am usually means someone is sleeping!" I harshly whispered down the phone, not wanting to wake my Grandma up.

"Sorry, I forgot about the time difference. Were you planning on telling me your dating Superman or waiting for me to find articles of you kissing!" he yelled. Scott always yelled at everything. If he was angry, if he was excited or surprised.

"Eardrums?" I replied.

"Right sorry. But anyway, what the fuck?" his voice lower this time.

"We met once, through my Grandma. I showed him around Brighton, we hit it off. We aren't dating" I set the story straight. "What do you mean articles?" I questioned curiously.

"Oh there are lots of pictures of you and Mr Cavill 'snogging' all over the internet. Stupid tabloids, paps must of got you" he said, putting on an awful British accent as he did so.

"Oh god" I felt physically sick to my stomach. I began to sift through the millions of texts I'd received throughout the night till I finally found one with the link from an article. 'Superman's new lady used to be Mrs Captain America' was the title. I scrolled through the pointless bullshit till I found the photo's. It was distinctively me and Henry. "Oh my god" I exhaled, my heart dropped when I noticed the amount of people who had viewed it.

"Chris showed me" Scott said quietly.

"Oh" I answered, unsure on what to say or how I felt.

"Yeah. It doesn't matter though as long as you happy"

"You know what, I really am. I really love it here, your going to have to come visit me"

"Oh I 100% will!" he exclaimed.

"Alright. I'm going to go back to sleep until a more sane hour. Goodnight" I hung up the phone.

I continued to look through the messages until the link from another article popped up. There was an old photo of me and Chris, one of Chris and Henry, and the recent pictures of me and Henry. "Oh fuck" I whispered to myself.

~ Adele's new album. That's all i have to say. x~