Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter forty-nine

Riding along in the back of the limousine, you got the impression that Chris had tuned out the sound of Megan's voice. There didn't seem to be much behind his intermittent nodding, as she glossed over notes for the event that she was reading from her phone. When what she said required an answer, his response was a humming nod/"yeah" combo. When she wasn't looking, Chris' head lolled to the side to look at you, his eyes rolling and parted lips letting out a soft, snarling breath. You snickered behind your hand, making a play at scratching the tip of your nose, to disguise your subtle laughter. You gave his hand a sympathetic squeeze to remind him, it's almost over.

Pulling up to the premier location, the crowd was everything you'd come to expect. People lined every available inch of real estate allowed in front of the Vue Westfield entrance. As the limo came to a stop, Chris leaned over, reaching his arm across to cradle your neck and guide your cheek to his lips. 

Before he sat back, he smiled at you, his face a few inches from yours. "Did I tell you, you look amazing tonight?"

You felt a soft heat rise in your cheeks. The man's timing was impeccable and the compliment, purred to your ear, stirred up an excited flutter in your belly. "Something like that," you smiled back. "Right before you stole my truffle."

Chris flashed you a devilish smile, while Megan maneuvered to exit the far side of the limo on her own. "Stealing candy from my baby," he reworked a phrase, as he popped the handle on his door to get out.

"Terrible human being," you said after him.

Before the door shut behind him, you heard he say back, "Sassy."

The car pulled away, moving down the arrivals cue to let you and Josh out with the other, ahem, common folk. You were getting the hang of palling around with Josh. He was good company and you had come to depend on his knowledge of all the behind the scenes workings at these events. It gave you a little more confidence each time.

The inside of the mall was packed, like every other venue had been. You navigated the edge of the crowd with Josh, passing by a few checkpoints of security and people with clipboards speaking into headset microphones. There was a place for you, and other VIPs, to watch the introductions and photocall. It would be a little bit of a wait for the cast to finish the red carpet walk and interviews further down the mall, but you occupied yourself by chatting with Josh and mingling around with some, at least, semi-familiar faces. 

In hindsight, you wished you'd popped a few preemptive aspirin or thought to drop a small bottle in your purse. The excited screams from the crowd only seemed to get louder and louder. By the time the cast and the rest of the Marvel team were on stage together, the thundering noise echoing around the multistory mall started a soft ringing in your ears. My god. If this is the London premier, god save your eardrums in New York. You rolled your eyes in relief, when Josh put his hand on your elbow and leaned in to tell you to follow him backstage and to the theater.

Behind the curtain, you spotted Chris through the crowd. The area was packed with the Marvel cast and execs and many of the other VIPs and guests. You wove through the sea of celebrity and event staff, following in Josh's wake and politely smiling and excusing yourself as you brushed past people. You stopped, halted by a hand on your wrist, and looked over your shoulder to see Sebastian. He looked like a kid at Christmas, his wide eyes with the hint of a sparkle in them.

Leaning to you, he sounded a little awestruck, when he told you, "I just met...Mark Hamill."

Your own eyes bugged, taking your wrist from his grasp to grab at his forearm in your own excitement, questioning, "Mark Hamill?!" 

Sebastian's enthusiastic nod and grin removed any doubt about his sincerity. After all, why would he lie? Your jaw slacked. Mark Hamill was only a legend. The young Jedi was, legit, your first Hollywood crush. Star Wars had been your first foray into fandom, even though you were too small to realize what fandoms were or would become. The thought that you were in the same room as one of your all time fav heroes had your stomach doing somersaults. You almost missed Sebastian asking, "Wanna meet him?"