Wilde One (Chris Evans) 18+

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London.

I've been dreading it more than anything, only because my parents will be asking me about Chris. I've not even told them we're currently taking some time apart, and it's not got any easier being away and having to deal with it all. 

I miss him. 

I try and compose the usual 'you ok?' messages but then delete them, knowing we're apart for a reason. Thankfully no one on social media has really questioned his absence at the shows, and if it's brought up then someone usually says he's filming as they've seen set pictures. Thank god there's an excuse to use. 

It's a little weird being back in the UK after such a long time away from it. I'd become used to New York and then the quiet of Chris's home in Boston that it almost throws me with the amount of people and noise. Mostly tourists. But I guess this is home.

Mum and Dad will be arriving at the stadium soon. It still upsets me that I'd pretty much got my whole family a suite with the hopes that they'd all be here, and yet my parents are the only ones that will be using it. Oh well, at least they'll be comfortable. 

I walked the stage alone earlier and looked around and out at where we're performing. Wembley. Paul had been doing a soundcheck and had snapped a picture of me, then showing me after I went over to talk to him. It was just me out on a very big stage - and so very alone. I got him to send it to me and then uploaded it onto Instagram, crediting his photography skills. 

Morning walk around - see you tonight Wembley x  I captioned it. The likes and comments started coming in. Lisa, Scott and the whole of Chris's family liked it. Then Chris himself liked the picture, soon commenting after with a heart emoji. 

We're all ready to go later on and head towards the stage, all while I'm willing myself not to fuck up in front of Mum and Dad. This is the first big thing they've seen me in, and I want to prove to them I've earnt being up here. 

 Chris would tell you that you have nothing to prove...

True. I don't need to - but in some ways I want to, just so that they can see how hard I've worked for this, and how I'm not what my siblings think I am. I hope they're having a miserable time in Morocco or wherever the fuck they've jetted off to. 

I push the thoughts of them to the back of my mind. I need to focus on the task in hand - making it through another night without Chris.

**

I get changed after the show, not bothering to take off my make up until I'm back at the hotel. Instead I shove on the TTPD jogger set that Taylor so wonderfully gifted us all with and then hear the others say Hi to my parents who have come backstage to see me. 

"Harper, that was amazing - how on earth do you remember to do all of that?" Mum asks as she hugs me. 

"Vigorous training and practice", I say, "did you really enjoy it?" 

"Your dad was pretty much taking videos and pictures for most of it". Mum says, "we've got a lunch with our friends in a couple of days so he's planning on showing them". 

I snort. "Tell them to get Disney Plus and watch the Eras tour film on there". 

"Oh we've watched that too". Mum says and I blink, a little shocked by this admission. 

"You watched it?" 

She frowns. "Of course we have? Did you think we wouldn't?" 

I shake my head. "Well, no actually - I didn't think you ever liked me having this career". 

Before she can answer, dad cuts in. "Oh, and we met some people and had a good old chat while we were watching you". 

I groan. "Please tell me that you weren't interrupting the staff that work here". 

"Oh no, these guys had come to see you..." 

I see Dad's eyes glance towards the door and I turn to find Chris and his family peeking round the doorway. 

He came all this way. They all did - and to see me. He did this because my siblings suck and he most likely wanted me to still have support in my home country. 

Of course I break down in a sob at the sight of him, and everyone piles into the room - they're gonna have to wait to say Hi to me, because the only person who I can focus on now is Chris. I put my arms around him and hug him tight, still crying as he doesn't let go of me, arms still locked around my body. 

"You didn't have to come all this way for me". I say to him. 

"Yeah I did, even if your family don't really support what you do, mine do". He tells me. "We didn't want you to have no one here for you - but I'm glad your parents are here, they're nice". He tells me. 

He did all this for me, because even though we're apart - he still obviously cares just as much as I do. 

It hits me. 

He'd do anything if it meant seeing me happy, and I realise that it doesn't matter if anyone thinks we're rushing into marriage, because all that matters is us. I'd be stupid to throw away a future with him, and even more so to prevent it from happening sooner than it should. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry". I apologise quietly as he kisses me. "I miss you so much, I don't want us to throw away something good - I'd marry you tomorrow given the chance". 

"So let's stick to the plan. Get married but let's keep it small, private". He tells me with another kiss. 

I nod in agreement, but never let go of him. 

I never want to let him go again.