The Day We Met - Chris Evans

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It's been a week and tomorrow is Chris's birthday. I got him the best gift I could find. Actually that was a lie.

I got him some clothes and shoes but I didn't really know anything else. He was going to hate me. He was going to break up with me.

Chris woke up with his arms wrapped around me. I got out of them a tear left my eye. I sniffed and got out of bed. I walked to the bathroom and cried. This was it. The day we were going to break up. On his birthday.

"Y/n?" Lisa asked me from outside the door.

I wiped my tears and opened it.

"S-sorry." I said.

"What's wrong?" She asked me.

"I-I didn't know what to get Chris for his b-birthday so I-I only got h-him some c-clothes and shoes b-but that's n-not enough. It's h-his birthday and I r-ruined it." I cried.

Lisa hugged me and caressed my hair.

"Y/n, that's not true. You to him is enough for a gift. He loves you very much." Lisa said.

I nodded and hugged her back.

"Y/n? What's wrong?" Chris asked me.

I got out of Lisa's grip. She nodded and walked away.

"I-I'm so sorry." I said.

Chris came towards me and kissed my head.

"For what baby?" He whispers.

"I didn't get you enough for your birthday." I whispered.

He sighed. "Oh baby, your enough for me. I don't need anything else in the world if it means being with you." Chris said.

I looked up at him with teary eyes.

"Shhh, come on, let's lay down." He said.

He walked me to his room and I laid down.

"I'm sorry Chris."

"Don't be sorry okay? You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about." He said.

I nodded and he cuddled me. "I just want cuddles for my birthday."

I giggled and he laid his head on his chest with his arm draped around me.

I kissed his head as I ran my hand through his hair.

"Happy birthday Chris. I love you." I said.

"I love you too y/n." He said.

I slowly fell asleep to the silence.

I woke up to fighting coming from outside. I looked outside to see Taylor and Chris fighting like crazy.

I run down the stairs and open the door.

"I told you she was fucking sleeping!" Chris said.

"Liar! She's right there and she doesn't look like she was sleeping!" Taylor says.

"Taylor? What's wrong?"

"This Evans fuck is lying to me that you were sleeping so I can't see you!" Taylor yells at me.

"Taylor calm down, I was sleeping." I said.

"Bullshit! You have a bruise on your arm! He's abusing you!" Taylor said.

"He's not abusing me are you crazy??" I said.

"I'm done! I'm fucking done! You have to pick y/n! Me or Chris."

"You can't make me choose!" I said.

"Choose or fuck I'll make your life fucking miserable!" Taylor shouted in my face.

"Hey back the fuck away!" Chris said.

I started crying and he hugged me.

"Choose bitch! Choose." Taylor screamed.

"Stop yelling at me..." I whispered.

"CHOOSE!" Taylor screamed.

"Yell at her one more time I swear to god." Chris said.

"I choose Chris!" I shout.

Chris kissed my head.

"Your choose this abuser over me?!" Taylor said.

"Taylor leave me alone." I said. "I'm not doing this. He's not abusing me."

I walked away with Chris and she left. I broke down into Chris arms and he kissed me softly.

"Shhh, it's okay, you have me baby." Chris said.

I cried harder and he carried me up to his room.

I eventually cried myself to sleep alone on his bed and I didn't care about anything else in the world.

I woke up and looked outside. The sun was setting. I heard nothing, it was silent. I yawned and fixed my hair. I was wearing Chris's sweater and some leggings. I sighed and walked downstairs.

I saw Chris sleeping on the couch with a football game on. I smiled and walked over. I kissed his cheek and joined him on the couch.

"Baby?" He asked, really tired.

"Hi." I said.

He draped his arm around my hips and I fell back asleep.