The Trilogy: Smuts & One-Shots

Take Me*: Chris Evans

Chris' Pov: PART THREE

    We just stood there. Other than our names, we didn't speak another word. For a mere second, it felt as if nothing had happened. Just looking at her and taking in every ounce of her beauty, until she spoke and reality settled in.

    "My parents will be back soon so what are you doing here?" She questioned me with a stern voice.  It's not that it surprised me. She left me and here I am. Standing on her porch like a mad man. But I was, I was insane for her. She had me hooked. If only she knew that.

    "I can't let you go, Y/n." I spoke out, my voice hoarse, but I was lost in her essences.

    "Chris. You obviously want-" She swallowed her words. She couldn't bear to speak them aloud. I saw the pain in her eyes. I heard it in her voice. I felt them. As if she had knives flying at me with the words she spoke. "I'm not who you want Chris."

    If my heart hadn't already been shattered, it would've disintegrated. She's all that I want.

    "Y/n. That's not true."

    She rolls her eyes at me. She hates me.

    "Save it, Chris. I see the pictures you like. I see how you eye fuck all of those other girls. Don't bullshit me." She yells. She has never yelled at me. This was painful. This was what death felt like. It was losing someone you saw the rest of your life with. It was knowing that you hurt the person you loved the most. It was this. This very moment.

    "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I never meant for you to think that."

    "Oh, I don't think that Chris. I know. I see it. I feel it. You want all of those other girls so badly. Just- just go have fun."    

    But I'm not having fun. I'm pissed at myself. I never wanted any of them. That was never my intention. I should have been making Y/n feel good. I should have been looking at her. I should have been giving her enough.

    She waits for me to speak, but anger is building in my body. Moving from my toes up to my head. I'm not mad at her, I could never be. She turns around and begins walking into the house.

    "I'm not done." I say, following her into the house, "I'm not giving up on us that easily."

    "Why? I'm not who you want Christopher. How many times do I have to fucking say that?"

    "Until you realize you're fucking wrong, Y/n! You're the only person I want. You're the only person I love."

    "Bullshit Chris. You want to fuck all of those other girls so bad its pittyful. I was never what you wanted. I was a goddamn placeholder until you found someone else and it seems you found her. She's all over your Instagram feed." Her voice is shaky.

    She turned away from me again, but before she could take a step; I grabbed her wrist and spun her on her heel. I pushed her back against the wall and looked her in her eyes. They sparkle for a second and then turn dark.

    "Don't fucking walk away from me, Y/n. Not now. You are the only person I see. You're the only person I want to fuck. Understand? There was no one else once I met you. They were nothing to me. They were my friends. You are what I want. You're the only person I want to love. You're the only person I want to be inside."

    She just looks at me. Her eyes soften.

    "You own me." I told her.

    "Chris." She whispers, looking into my eyes. A small smile forming on her perfectly pressed lips. God took his time with her. Nothing this beautiful could've been rushed. She was a work of art. She was a masterpiece. She was a drug and I was a junky. I was addicted to her.