Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter thirteen

You woke up to the sound of your alarm and that sneaky bastard, Archie, curled up at the foot of

the empty half of your bed. What got you going for the day was a voicemail from Chris. Checking

your phone while you nudged Archie off the bed with your toes under the blanket, you smiled.

"Hey, [y/n]. I'm so sorry. It's...quarter after 12 now. Sorry to stand you up tonight, but I'm just

getting out of Customs. I didn't think it'd be this late. Can I get a rain check on dinner? Maybe

tonight, after you get off work?..Shit. Hope this didn't wake you up. Sorry if it did. And I'm sorry

about dinner, again...This is me, being really really sorry. Gimme a call or text when you can.

Goodnight."

Even if you thought he'd actually stood you up, how could anyone be mad after an adorable little

message like that? The sun wasn't up and you were sure he wouldn't be either. You got up to start

getting ready for work, wearing a smile and intent on calling him back later that morning. You

figured after the long day traveling that he would be sleeping in. Maybe you'd just wait until your

lunch break to be sure.

Hiding out on your break in the hair and makeup trailer, you gave Chris a call. Grinning like a

schoolgirl, you barely got out a 'hello' before Chris was into an apology.

"Babe, I am so sorry," he said earnestly.

Swoon. That word. Babe.

"We didn't land till after 11 and by the time I got through Customs," he sighed. "I'm sorry. I really

wanted to see you."

"That's okay," you said with a melodramatic sigh. "I only stayed up all night listening to my

stomach growl, doubled over in the pains of starvation and wallowing in the sorrow of being

forever alone while I ugly cried and sang Adele songs. But, ya know, whatever. It's cool."

"Ohh-kayyy," he groaned. "You know what, sassy?"

"I'm just kidding," you assured him. "I made a sandwich and went to bed."

"You and that smart mouth 'a yours," he grumbled.

You laughed. "Eh, I amuse myself."

He chuckled and sighed. "You gonna let me see you tonight?" he asked.

You hummed a moment, as if the decision were actually hard to make. "Mmmaybe," you teased.

"Please?" he hoped.

"Well," you shrugged, "since you said 'please'."

"So sassy," he noted. "You're killing me." Chris chuckled. "What time are you off?"

You told him around 7 or so and he told you to text him when you were leaving, he'd meet you at

your place. You had a quick lunch and spent the rest of the day basically just watching the shoot.

Everything was filmed inside and without any fighting today, so you had little work to do for

anyone. It made for a long day, but everyone was on schedule and you were out on time. You sent

a quick text to Chris before you headed home.

You managed to beat Chris to your apartment. It gave you a few minutes to get Archie his dinner.