Chris Evans || One Shots

2. I Love You

Summary: Chris finds out you love him, he doesn't feel the same, or does he? Written with an angst and happy alternative ending. Gratefully requested by CutiepieChrisEvans

"Chris, I - i dont know how to tell you this, but I think I love you" I stared into the mirror across from me, practicing my speech. I was a nervous trembling wreck as I desperately tried to find the correct words to form the sentence. I let out a sigh, and leaned forward over the sink. Rinsing the water into the sink and splashing cold water of my face. I stared back into the mirror. Chris knocked on the door loudly, "y/n! Are you still in there? C'mon I need to take a shower!" He yelled through the door. I inhaled confidence, and exhaled embarrassment as I grabbed a towel to quickly dry the water droplets on my face. I opened the door and Chris stood impatiently on the other side with a towel wrapped around his waist waiting for his morning shower. "About time y/n, who were you talking to?" He questioned looking me straight in the eye. Panic built up in my chest, I didn't think he was standing out here long enough. I chuckled lightly, bringing my index fingertip to my lip and prodding it gently. "I'm talking to you" I answered with raised eyebrows. Chris didn't seem amused, and furrowed his eyes. "How much did you hear?" I asked quietly, in barely a whisper. Avoiding his burning gaze. "Enough" he answered simply, walking past me into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

I stumbled back to my bedroom, full of worry and anxiety. Chris has been my friend for a long time, and we've been roommates for the best part of a year. But every moment I spend with him, the more I fall for him. It was never intended, I cant help who I fall in love with. His adorableness was tipping me over the edge, every girlfriend he had gave me a sense of jealously, especially when they would stay the night in his room. I always wished to be that girl, to be his girl.

I flopped down harshly on the bed, burying my face in my floral scented pillows and groaned. I mentally noted I should keep all my future prep talks inside my head.

I heard footsteps approach and stop outside of my door, followed by three faint knocks. I lifted my head slightly, fear rising rapidly in my chest. "Come in" I shouted, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, shifting my body to sit on the edge of the bed. Chris appeared in the doorway, his face stern and serious, wearing his signature Henley shirt and blue jeans. "Y/n, can we talk?" He asked, his expression not changing. I nodded yes, and Chris took a seat next to me. "So" he started, running his slender fingers through his damp brown hair. He smelled so good. I blushed at the thought, but kept a serious face because smiling now wouldn't be a good option. "Am in trouble?" I asked with a shaking breath, fiddling around with my fingers in my lap. Chris sighed, and nodded his head "you love me?" He questioned, expressing a look of unbelief. I nodded my head yes shyly, looking down into my lap. "How long?" He fired back, "how long have you loved me y/n?" I felt his eyes burning in my direction. "You wasn't supposed to hear any of it" I said shamefully. "That's not what I asked y/n", patience running low in his tone. I decided it was best to stop dodging his questions and just be painfully honest with him. "I do love you. And I have for almost a year" I said, shifting my eyes up to meet his gaze. His jaw clenched, he shook his head in disbelief. "I dont know what to say y/n, I cant be more than just your friend or roommate" he said standing up and resting his hands on his hips, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. "I know.." I whispered. "I'm sorry" he said before leaving my room, shutting the door firmly behind him.

It's been an awkward couple of months. Chris and I didn't talk much since my confession in the mirror landed me in very hot water. I guessed he saw me differently, not even as a friend anymore. I would cry myself to sleep some nights, thinking how I managed to screw everything up in a matter of months.

Y/f/n set me up on a date with a guy named Jensen, 4 months after my confession. He seemed smart, cool and he was attractive. He was also kind hearted and I loved that about him.

I was at home, sitting on the couch sipping my hot coffee when the front door opened suddenly. A stressed out, tired, agitated Chris entered the apartment we were sharing. I shot him a small smile and continued staring forward, gazing into my cup. "Y/n" he said behind me, startling me. I put my cup down on the table and turned around quickly, shocked he said my name. "Yes?" I questioned suspiciously. He walked around the couch and flopped next me, throwing his feet harshly on the table in front of him, a loud bang echoing throughout the eerie quiet apartment. The longer he wasn't talking, the more anxious I became. "What's wrong Chris?" I asked quietly, not liking the uncomfortable silence any longer. He turned to look at me, his eyes moving over my features. I blushed under his intense gaze. "I've been thinking a lot about that day" he said in a husky voice, tiredness seeping through his tone, bags under his eyes. "I haven't stopped thinking about it..." he scratched his beard, "I've been thinking about you ever since, how much I miss our talks, and our movie nights.." he chuckled at the memories, "I love you too y/n, I do" he rushed out. My eyes fell out of my face, and my jaw fell into my lap. "You.. love me?" I gasped, realizing it was the exact same words he had used months ago. He nodded his head yes, not moving his gaze from my eyes. "Chris I'm flattered" I rubbed my chest, shifting to the edge of the couch cushion, "but I've met someone.. I'm with someone else... it's too late for us" I said sadly. Chris sniffled, nodding his head not wanting to fight this anymore. "Then roommates it is" he said, standing up and charging towards his bedroom. I slumped back into the cushion, in disbelief of what just happened.

Ending #2
It's been an awkward couple of months. Chris and I didn't talk much since my confession in the mirror landed me in very hot water. I guessed he saw me differently, not even as a friend anymore. I would cry myself to sleep some nights, thinking how I managed to screw everything up in a matter of months.

I was sitting on the couch with my hot coffee, taking small sips. I wasn't paying attention to the movie playing on the large flat screen TV in front of me. I heard the front door slam, I shot my head round to watch a tired, and stressed out Chris throw his boots off by the front door. "Hey Chris" I said cheerfully. Thanking god he was home, I suppose the reason we haven't talked is because he was away filming, I never bothered him unless it was a dire emergency. "Hey y/n" he said flopping down beside my on the L shaped corner couch. "Busy day" I said making small talk to ease the awkwardness, and to ease the tension. He nodded his head yes frantically. "I wanna talk to you" he said, looking at me. I froze in my place, pausing the unwatched movie and setting my coffee down on the side table. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, tucking my legs under me to get comfortable. "Is it about the rent because -"
"No. Shush for a minute!" He said sternly, interrupting me. I bit my tongue and waited nervously for the next words to come out of his mouth.
"I've been thinking back to that day you confessed" he started, oh no. "I haven't stopped thinking about you doll, thinking of the possibilities of the future, marriage, children, a house, a wife" he smiled at the idea. "The thing is, I didn't know how to deal with my emotions, I never expected you to ever feel that way about me, the thing is, I love you too and I wanna be with you, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you" his thick Boston accent shining through his tired husky voice. "Do you still love me?" He asked, leaning over to stroke my shoulder. I pondered his question for a second, I did love him. Of course I did. "I do still love you Chris" I spoke in a whisper, a smile reaching both corners of his eyes, showing his perfectly aligned white teeth. He stretched over and pulled me into a tight hug, kissing my hair. "I love you y/n, I'm never letting you go" he whispered. I smiled, feeling content and in my happy place. "I love you too Chris, so much!"