Love to Hate You (Chris Evans)

I Get To Love You

Angela woke in Chris's bed and smiled. She finally felt complete, with the love of her life sleeping next to her. She crawled out of bed and grabbed his button down and her phone. She went to the bathroom and called her new editor, placing the call on speaker, as she buttoned up the shirt. "Hello? Joel?"

Angela! Ready to fly. Excited to work with you.

"I was excited."

Is everything alright?

"I'm sorry Joel but I don't think I could do the assignment."

Angela, we need your vision for this project.

"I know. I wish I could, but some circumstances have changed. I can't leave the US right now."

Ok so don't.

"Excuse me?"

Don't leave. Video chat us, edit the photos. Fly out when you can and fly back home. I told you, you didn't need to commit to being away.

"Are you sure?"

Angela, you have to be the most inventive, creative photographers I have ever worked with. I'll take whatever I can get to get your mind on this project.

Angela sat on the bathroom floor in shock. Joel was one of the biggest names in the business and he wanted to work with her, she would be an idiot to turn down the offer. As she struggled with the words, she heard a noise and turned to see Chris in the doorway. "Joel, can I call you back?"

Sure.

She hung up and looked up at Chris. "How much did you hear?"

He crouched down to sit next to her. "The part where you turned down a great opportunity. Why?"

"Because I thought I would have to be in London to pull it off."

"What's the project Angie?"

Angela pulled up her notes on her phone so she could show him the project idea. "Shooting the athletes for the Invictus Games. Joel is the royal photographer for Prince Harry, who founded the games. They were looking for someone to be their art director for the athletic photos. Originally the idea was to fly to the different countries and shoot and then edit in London before the 2016 games."

"That sounds like an amazing opportunity, my queen. Why are you turning it down?"

She looked down but drew her knees in, hugging them and resting her head on them, looking away from Chris. "Because I can't... I can't leave you," she whispered.

Chris could feel the heart break in her voice. The last month taking a larger toll than he realized on her. He moved to her other side, so she was forced to look at him. "Baby, you wouldn't be leaving me. You don't think it kills me every-time I have to film and be away from you?"

"This is different Chris."

"Not from what I heard. Angela," he took her head in his hands, "we can make it work. I love you, so much. I'll do anything to make you smile." He smiled big. "In fact, I'm on an extended break. My only obligation in the next six months is the premier and the press tour. So why don't I move to London with you?"

"What?"

"How long would you need in London?"

"You can't be serious?"

"For you, always. Tell me. How long?"

"I would need to be there for at least three months."

"Perfect. Delay for a month, let us do the premier, then I have press for like two weeks and then we can move to London for three months. After that you can move with me to Boston. We can be together. And you can travel after that when they need you."