Chris Evans Imagines

Marry Me - Part 2

Author's Note: This is part two to the previous chapter. As mentioned in the first part, any negative comments about Chris Evan's real life wedding WILL BE DELETED! I do not need that kind of drama on my Wattpad.

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Y/N pulled a bar stool in front of the kitchen counter where she left the unopened bottle of vodka and sobriety chips.  When she got home, she got rid of her dress and changed into sweats. She washed her face, erasing the little black rivers on her cheeks and pulled her hair up in a messy bun. She went to the back of her closet and pulled out a small photo box. She pulled out the last photo she took with Chris.

They had gone back to the creepy treehouse the night before he would leave for New York and Y/N would start her sophomore year. She hadn't been in that tree house since then. There was nothing special about it other than it was his and Y/N's spot. Shortly after their kiss, the two would sneak off to the forest and go into an old abandon tree house. They cleaned it up for themselves to visit frequently, but they never bothered to paint it or add that "homey" touch to it with furniture. They were okay with it plain and simple.

Y/N noticed in the background of the photo where they had their initials engraved inside a heart on one of the walls. Her mind flashbacked to the last time she was there with Chris.

***Flashback***

Y/N was leaning back against Chris's chest as his arms wrapped around her hips and stared out the open window frame. They sat on the wooden floor and watched the light rain fall down from the night sky. They were sitting in silence, the kind that wasn't uncomfortable or awkward. They were perfectly content in this moment together.

"Can I ask you something?" Chris asked.

Y/N smiled. "Of course."

"Why do you have a crush on me?"

Y/N's smile faltered and turned to look at him. He wouldn't look at her. She grabbed his chin to make him look down at her. She locked her eyes with his. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. "I never thought someone as beautiful as you would have a crush on me."

"It's not a crush, Chris."

He heard the seriousness in her voice and saw the determination in her eyes.

"I may be young, but I know what I'm feeling is not a crush, Chris."

Chris was shocked, unable to find words to respond. But, he knew for damn sure, the feeling was mutual.

"Do you think I'm stupid for leaving for New York?" He asked her. "If I leave, it won't exactly give us the chance to figure out where this could go."

Y/N traced his bottom lip with her thumb. She studied his features and wondered what he would look like years from now. He'd be handsome as she imagined him with a sexy scruff and his body more defined than ever before. She pictured herself with him and she couldn't help the smile forming on her lips. She leaned up and kissed him with so much passion and love.

"Christoper, I don't want you to stay here for me. I want you to go out there, live your life to the fullest and make your dreams come true. I don't want to be the one who gets in the way of what you worked so hard to do. So, don't worry about us, okay? I may not be with you in New York but I'll always be by your side because baby I'm in it for the long haul."

Chris' eyes welled up. He cupped her cheek, kissing her back with the same intensity. He pulled back almost breathless. His eyes fluttered open, only to be met with hers.