love happy • chris evans (bwwm)

• thirteen •

"Hey." Phoenix spoke softly as Tom fluttered his eyes open. His head rested on her lap as she gently stroked his brown hair. "You were out for a while."

Tom rubbed his eyes, focusing on the beautiful face that looked down on him afterwards. Phoenix's big brown eyes stared intently into his own, causing his heart to stop. He was so mesmerized by the view that he barely even noticed the massive headache that was causing his ears to ring. "Your lap is comfortable."

"You're welcome to use it as your personal pillow anytime." Phoenix replied with a small laugh. She then gave Tom's ear a gentle tug which in turn caused him to laugh as well. "You feeling okay?"

"I have a mean headache but other than that, I can't complain." He answered. "What happened?"

"You ran into the kitchen and Mackie hit you in the head with the cabinet. HARD."

"Well, that's one way to go."

"That's not all... after that, you fell and hit your head on the counter and then passed out."

"That would explain the headache." Tom chuckled weakly while rubbing his temples. At that point Phoenix was still combing his hair softly with her fingers, granting him instant relaxation. "I hope I didn't worry you all too much."

"The guys were so worried that they left and went to a bar to get drunk."

"Mackie's idea?"

"Mackie's idea." Phoenix confirmed.

"Thank you for staying with me."

She offered a smile. "There's no where else I'd rather be. Plus, I had to make sure you weren't dead."

"How sweet."

"To be fair, Sebastian did insist on staying to make sure you were okay too. He's texted me about 3 times already asking if you had woken up."

"Sebastian is an angel."

"He is." Phoenix agreed. "Wait if I stan Sebastian, am I a Sebastian stan or a Sebastian Stan stan?"

"Hmm... that's a wonderful question." Tom responded. "We'll just have to ask him when he gets back."

"Indeed we will." She nodded before leaning forward so her face was mere inches from the top of his head. She gently tugged at a piece of his hair, tossing the small piece of lint she retrieved on the floor.

While Phoenix's face was still easily in his grasp, he cuffed it in his hands. Her eyes shut naturally as she slowly pressed her lips against his. It was as if Tom's heart grew 10 sizes and turned golden as Phoenix's tongue slid smoothly into his mouth. For two years, he had dreamed of what it would be like to kiss the woman he loved more than anyone else in the world; the woman he knew in the back of his mind was his soulmate; the woman he would both kill and die for.

Phoenix ran her thumb over Tom's bottom lip. "I think I love you."

"What?!" Tom sat up straight, not trusting his brain to correctly decipher her words. "What did you say?"

"I think I'm in love with you..."

"What about Chris?"

"I just don't think he knows me sometimes." Phoenix sighed. "Chris and I are always working at something, compromising on something... but what you and I have is easy and has always been from the start. You've never made me compromise on anything and you love me for me, not for who you think I am or who you want me to be."

"Of course I love you for you. I'm in love with everything about you."

"Maybe we should call an ambulance." She suggested.