It had been a restless night, plagued by nightmares and my mind essentially refusing to quiet down, so much so that by the third time my body woke itself up, I was furiously blinking away tears as I clung to the edge of my blanket. I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand, the bright light of the screen, absolutely blinding as I scrolled through my contacts.
"Natalie? Are you there?" Chris sounded exhausted, and I found myself unable to answer him, my breaths labored and uneven "I'm coming over." I heard the sounds of clothing rustling around, and then what sounded like car keys and a door shutting "Give me maybe fifteen minutes alright... just, hang on." I clicked my phone off, my entire body beginning to shake as the realization of what I'd just done hit me.
"What have I done..." I mumbled to myself as I groaned and sat myself up in my bed, my head resting in my hands. Chris Evans was on his way to my apartment... because in a moment of pure weakness I had decided to call him...
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"You don't have to explain if you don't want to Natalie..." Chris continued to speak to me quietly as we both sat on the couch, my head resting gently against his arm "And don't feel bad either. I'm glad you called me... I'm glad I could help." He leaned back, moving me with him so that I was resting against his chest, and I closed my eyes as I listened to the soothing sounds of his heartbeat. Chris only moved once, adjusting himself so we were both laying down, his fingers had even started carefully running through my hair before I felt myself slowly drifting off to sleep...
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When I woke up, several hours later, I found myself in my bed, the covers tucked tightly around me. I rubbed my eyes, as they adjusted to the morning light coming through the small crack in my curtains, and when my nose picked up the faint smell of coffee drifting into my room, I quickly got up from the bed, running my fingers through my messy hair as I opened my door and headed towards the kitchen.
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"I used my spare key... hope that was ok?" Scarlet passed me a full cup of coffee and I watched as the steam gently rolled over the sides of the cup, my mind so busy wondering if last night had even been real that I didn't hear her repeat herself several times... "You look like shit Nat. Rough night?"
"That's putting it lightly." I laughed under my breath before taking another drink of my coffee, and Scarlet scowled at me from across the bar where she was getting a few plates out of the cupboard "I don't want to talk about it..." I trailed off when I heard my phone ringing in my bedroom, and I finished off my cup before leaving to go answer it "Before you say anything Chris... I want to thank you for coming over last night..."
"Not a problem Nat. And I was just calling to check in, are you alright?" I sat down on the edge of my bed, biting the inside of my lip to stop myself from crying.
"I'm fine..." I hesitated when Scarlet poked her head through the doorway, and I waved her away, standing up and then quietly shutting my bedroom door "I'm sorry I called you last night..." A knock on my front door caused me to bolt up from the bed, and I held my phone against my ear as I walked down the hallway, just barely rounding the corner as Scarlet opened the door to Chris standing there, both of us hanging up our phones without saying another word "Chris..." he smirked, walking towards me, his arms wrapping tightly around me as he rested his chin on my shoulder. Scarlet mumbled under her breath about having somewhere to be and quietly let herself out after giving me the 'you have so much to explain look', and I childishly stuck my tongue out at her right as my front door clicked shut.
"I hope it's cool that I came over? I thought maybe we could go out for breakfast, and talk..." I finally pulled away from him, after what felt like hours, giving him a slight nod as I tucked my hair behind my ears "But first, Natalie, you have to tell me the truth. Are you really ok? Because you weren't convincing on the phone..." his hand moved up to my right shoulder, his fingers adjusting their grip as he waited for me to give him an answer.
"I always wonder if people really want the truth when they ask someone that... I'm not alright Chris. If you really want to know... I can't sleep, and even when I do manage to get a couple hours rest, I'm plagued by these awful nightmares, the same night playing over and over in my head. It was years ago so you'd think I'd be over it right? But no. Every. Damn. Day. Every time I see someone that looks remotely like him... I get that same sinking feeling in my chest, a constant fucking reminder of how much I cared for him... and how much he hurt me..." Chris moved his hand towards mine, and I found myself flinching away, shaking my head at him as I stood up from where we'd both sat down on the couch as I spilled my emotions to him "This... guy. He slept with my best friend... so that's why I've built up these walls around myself. It's why I'm having the damnedest time believing that you really want to be around me... because everyone I allow myself to care for always ends up hurting me..." I moved my hand up to my face to wipe away my tears, but found Chris's hand stopping me, his own eyes on the verge of tears, and I let his gentle touch bring me comfort as he wiped away my tears with the bottom of his shirt.
He didn't say much, as he tightly wrapped his arms around my back, holding me when I couldn't stop the sobs from wracking my body "I'm right here..."
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Fanfiction"There is nothing in this world that makes me feel the way I do when you kiss me..." •I mostly use song titles from The Brevet for my chapters. They are an absolutely wonderful, insanely talented band!
