my salvation (chris evans)

chapter eighteen - a week apart

I take a deep breath, standing just before security at the airport. "I don't know if I can do this." I mumble, my heart racing.

"Yes, you can. You can do anything." Chris tells me, squeezing my hand reassuringly. "You've just got to go through security, board the plane, chill out for nine hours and then get off in London. Then you'll be with your mates, and before you know it, you'll be in Disneyland!" I nod gently, still panicking.

Almost a year ago, a couple of my friends and I planned a trip to Disneyland. I've been looking forward to it since, of course, but now I have to fly back to England to meet them so we can get the Eurostar, and I'm adamant something is going to go horribly wrong.

"I'm super jealous of you. You're going to have an amazing time."

"You can still come. Hide in my s-suitcase." I say with a smile, giving him those puppy eyes so he gives in. We could work him in somehow. He laughs softly.

"I wish, but I can't. It's a girls trip."

"But I need you." He grins.

"You'll be fine. I won't even cross your mind when you're there."

"Don't be so r-ridiculous."

"You can do this, Megs. You're so much stronger and braver than you think you are." I sniffle, starting to get emotional.

"Alright, shut up before I start crying." He chuckles, pulling me into his embrace. I bury my face in his chest, tears escaping my eyes. "I'm gonna miss you."

"I'll miss you too. But you're going to have the best time. Make every minute count, yeah?" I nod, sniffling. "Don't cry. You'll be back before you know it. And I'll have finished filming. You'll have wished you stayed there after spending all this time with me." He jokes and I laugh softly, as we pull apart.

"As if. I mean, I'd want to st-stay there, but only if you're there with me." He smiles and leans down, pecking my lips and lingering there for a few seconds.

"You better head on through..." I nod softly. "You got your passport and boarding pass?" I nod again.

"All in my bag."

"Be careful. And stay safe."

"I will. I love you..." I say, as I slowly walk away, our hands detaching. In some ways, it reminds me of LA, but I know this is completely different. This is just one week.

"I love you too." I wander forward, glancing back every few seconds. "Don't fall in love with a French Hercules while you're there!" He jokes, and I laugh, shaking my head. Idiot. I exhale deeply, heading through security.

Somehow, I manage to board my plane without anything going wrong. I am super sweaty, though, from panicking so much. Low-key hyperventilating. But now I can chill for nine hours. And then I just have to get out of Heathrow and get to the city centre. Easy enough... right? Shiiiiiiit. Ima die.

When I arrive in London, I text Chris immediately to say I've landed safely, then I call for a taxi when I'm out of the airport. For the duration of the drive, I'm on the phone to him, and we tell each other all about our lonely twelve hours apart. It's probably a very boring conversation, but just hearing his voice is all I need right now.

I feel a bit more at ease when I meet up with Ellie and Grace, both former work colleagues. No matter what happens now, it'll be fine, because I'm not on my own. They're both quite happy to see me and we share tight hugs, before heading to our hotel for the evening. We catch up a little bit before turning in for the night - well, they mostly want to know about me and life in America living with a celebrity. I try not to brag, but it's really difficult when I'm so happy and in love.