Glimpse Of Us

Take Me Back To London

A couple of months had passed since i've been home, i've been super busy with work and so was Chris. I wasn't expecting to keep in regular contact since coming back not like we were a couple, more like friends with benefits.
I think.

We would text each other at every opportunity we had but the time zone difference was proving difficult for us to have a proper conversation.

Tonight was my bestfriend Emma's 25th birthday, we were going to Maddox nightclub in London to celebrate, tonight's outfit was a tight black corset top paired with some black jeans, cross body bag and silver jewellery. Earlier on in the day I went for a bouncy blow dry and got my nails done meaning I only had to do my makeup.

Our booth was decorated with balloons for the birthday girl and we ordered a couple of bottles of Champagne. As the night was going on the drinks were flowing and we were all dancing.

A cocky muscular tattoo'd man begins hitting on me, the 'bad boy' look wasn't my type. I politely decline his offer to go home with him and my friends laugh at his offer. I give him a soft smile and he grabs my waist pulling me closer whispering in my ear. I cringe to myself and again decline his offer. The final straw was when he moved his hand to my ass and squeezing - cheeky bastard.

I push him away and he shrugs before wandering off into the crowd. I head back to the booth pissed that he thought he could just manhandle me like that.

I take my phone out and check the time, it was just after 1am, I notice a text from Chris asking how the night was going. It was around dinner time in LA, I try drunk Facetiming him but he declines straight away. I frown in confusion before pouring another glass of Champagne and wandering onto the dance floor to find my friends.

The music was so loud my ears were ringing and my vision was becoming blurry. I hear cheering and I assume there's another birthday celebration happening within the club. I laugh and joke with my friends as we dance like nobody's watching and slut drop until our hearts content. I feel a hand on my hip and a muscular body pressed against mine, I turn around not even looking at the figure and shouting over the music that i'm not interested. They push my hair behind my ear and pull me closer half shouting to be heard.

"If you're not interested i'll catch the next flight home. I just travelled 11 hours to see you, the least I could get was a hello" the thick Boston accent hits me like a ton of bricks and the familiar cologne fills my nose.

I look up to be faced with Chris grinning down at me, was he really here?

I squint my eyes to see clearer and sure enough towering over me in a tight white tshirt and jeans stood holding me up at this point was none other than Chris fucking Evans. Butterflies filled my tummy then embarrassment washed over me because of the drunk state I was in, I wrap my arms around Chris neck nearly spilling my champagne over him in the process.

"I'm so happy to see you!! What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I have a press tour this week in London and I couldn't come here without seeing my favourite girl now could I?" He grins pulling my body against his and wrapping his arms around my waist.

Jesus fuck, his favourite girl? Millions would die to hear him call them his favourite girl.

"How did you find me?" I ask curiously.

"I asked the birthday girl where the celebrations were happening and here I am" he shrugs in response.

I pull Chris into a tight hug before taking his hand and leading him to the booth, thankfully it was empty and near enough everyone was too drunk to notice my absence. Chris sits down as I grab the champagne and pour him a glass, I hand him the glass and refill my own.

"Cheers to the press tour..." I smile as I sit on his lap.
"Cheers..." he clinks his glass against mine before taking a long sip.