You saved me || Sebastian Stan

Chapter 7

"Oh god, he's going to pick her up?"

"I guess so." 

(F/n) and I have only been here a short while, as in only one group after us has taken a picture. The next girl to walk up is about 5'1, long blond hair with a horribly done attempt and getting highlights, lots, and I mean LOTS of makeup, y'know, the classic bitch figure. She's wearing a short little dress and booties, but asked Sebastian to pick her up. So being the kind person he is, he agrees to do it. "3, 2, 1!" Click, pop. The flash goes off and then she's back on the ground. "Can I ask you a question?" She asks, twisting her foot back and forth and twirling her hair around her finger. "Uh, sure" replies Sebastian. "Why did you help out that girl, she's a grown woman, she shouldn't be having panic attacks like that." The look on Sebs face is pure anger, but knowing him, he's going to try and be polite about it. "Everyone is dealing with their own things, doesn't matter how old they are." He says with a small, little fake smile. "Well she at least could've waited until she wasn't in public." She says with a scoff. "People can't control things like that." He says through clenched teeth. "I mean she's really not that pretty, I-" 

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave now."

"But you didn't ask her to leave! You kept her here!!"

"Miss, you really need to go."

At this point the security guards were coming over to escort her out. I was completely speechless. How can someone be so rude. I feel (F/n) put her hand on my shoulder so I look over at her. "She's not right. You can't control where you have attacks. It's not your fault." She says comfortingly. "Y-yeah, yeah, I know. I just can't believe someone could say that about someone else." I say, still a little in shock . She just pats my shoulder and looks back to the area where Sebastian is. I look over at him and see that he's already looking at me. I feel a blush rise to my cheeks. Then he mouths "You okay?" I nod and mouth back "yeah." He just smiles and welcomes the next person.

We've been here for another 35 minutes maybe.  We've seen some awesome poses and some that made us laugh so much we were crying. But now it's over and it's time to go for lunch. The people running the photo op are closing it up and shutting things down. Once Sebastian is done talking to whoever it was he was talking to, he comes over to us. "Hey, are you okay?" He asks. "Yeah of course. That was amazing. You really do have the best fans." I respond, and I bet there's a huge smile on my face. "Yes, yes I do." He responds, looking me dead in the eye. I look down and rub over the tattoo on my wrist. "Your tattoo is very beautiful, it suits you." He says motioning to it. "Thank you, I like yours too. I love the water colour design." I respond with a blush. "Ahem, guys, I'm really hungry, and I would love to sit here and watch you guys flirt over tattoos, but food sounds really good right now." (F/n) interrupts us. "Right" Seb laughs, "Lets go."

We all make our way out of the room and into a back hallway. I'm assuming it's a way for famous people to get around without getting hoarded. "So I'm not aloud to leave the building, like I planned. So I guess we'll just have to go to my green room and there should be food and drinks there. I hope you don't mind." He says as we're walking passed a bunch of  rooms with names on them. Chris Evans. Tom Holland. Anthony Mackiem etc. "Sounds great." I respond. We soon come to a door that says Sebastian Stan. He opens the door for us and we all walk in. The first thing I see is the wide array of food layed out on a table in the far end of the room. "Wow! All of that food just for you?" I ask in complete awe all the food. "Normally, yes. I know, it's overkill. But today I get to share it with you two." He replies, laughing at me. I know it's probably because of my face. I probably look like a dog drooling over the most delicious steak it's ever seen. I look over at (F/n) and then back over at the food, my fingers twiddling in front of me. I hear Seb laugh and I look over at him. "Go ahead, you don't need to wait for my permission." (F/n) and I, not so gracefully, race over to the table to get our food. Of course she went right for the macaroons. (F/n) goes over to them so fast that she trips on her own feet and falls to the ground, taking the plate of macaroons with her. I instantly lose it and and start laughing my ass off. I can hear Sebastian laughing too. "I cannot be-wheeze-believe you wanted f-wheeze- fucking macaroons so bad -wheeze- so bad that you literally fell for them. Ahahahahahahaha!" Now I'm kneeling on the floor, arms on the table laughing my ass off. I look over at Sebastian and see that he's leaning over a chair, one arm holding the arm of the chair and the other clutching his stomach from laughing so hard. Still laughing, I look over at (F/n) and notice that she's about to sit on the plate of macaroons. "(F/n)! Stop! You're going to kill the macaroons!" I yell, lunging towards the plate. "NooooOOOoooo! We need to save them! I still need to eat them!" She squeals. As I get to the plate I notice Sebastian is here too, helping save the macaroons. "We need to save them!" I yell towards Seb. "I'm trying! We're losing them!" He yells back. I pick one up and shove it in (F/n)s mouth. "Hey!" She squeals at me and throws one at me, and it ricochets off me, and hits Sebastian right in the face. "Oh god, I'm so sorry." (F/n) says in terror. He wipes the cream off his face and looks at her. "Oh no" She says quietly. Then he does what I was not expecting at all. He picks up and handful of smushed macaroons and shoves them in her face. Next thing I know we're all covered in dough and cream filling, sitting in a heap on the floor, laughing our asses off. "We really -wheeze- need to cl -wheeze- clean up and -wheeze- eat. Seb has a photo op in 30 minutes." I attempt to say through laughs. We all calm down, stand up and brush ourselves off. I let out a quiet giggle and ask "Is there a bathroom we can clean up in?"