Chris Evans One Shots and Imagines

Unrequited

A/N: I love the new story cover. Also I'm shocked this has over 2k reads. Never expected it!!!

This one might be boring but I just wanted to post something and since this has been sitting in my notes for so long I decided to finish it and post it. It's angsty I'm afraid.

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The feeling was far from mutual. How stupid of me to assume he could feel the same way about me.

It was so easy to fall in love with Chris Evans, not just for his body but for his beautiful soul too. He wore his heart on his sleeve, a heart of gold. Willingness to help anyone and everyone he possibly could. He adored his fans, his friends and family.

We have been friends for a very long time, from childhood. Mainly because our family was friends. I remember the time clear as day, we had just moved from another state, into the quiet neighborhood in Sudbury, MS. We happened to be next door neighbors of the Evans family. Our moms became close friends and soon enough our dad's would go down the local bar on a Friday night to unwind. I was an only child, and the same age as Chris, our parents pushed us to spend time together, since I was otherwise hanging out alone in my bedroom, rocking to my favorite song.

Our friendship continued throughout school, Chris helped me a lot more than he realizes. Unfortunately, I was that child who was continuously bullied for just being here. The worst time was when an older boy, ate my lunch and spat it back in my face in front of the entire cafeteria. I wanted nothing more than to just curl up somewhere and die. But Chris came to my rescue, shoved the other boy so hard he fell backwards on his ass. He helped me to clean up and offered to buy my lunch. But I was upset and humiliated, I politely refused of course.

Our friendship was still blooming into our adulthood, Chris persuaded me to move down to L.A. with him, so he could concentrate on his dream but wasn't keen to go alone. I eventually agreed, and we found a cute two bedroom apartment.
He had his hands over my eyes, his chest against my back walking me forward into the apartment, he uncovered his hands and said "so what do you think?" I remember falling in love with it, and him from that moment. Chris had furnished the entire place before I even arrived, to make it feel like home. "I love it!" I replied back, throwing my arms tightly around his neck. Loving the feeling of his warmth, scent and safety.

Years later, Chris had many girlfriends. His relationships never worked out because of his insane schedule. He came home drunk one night after his recent relationship finished, he plopped down next to me and kicked his feet up on the glass coffee table, leaning his head back into the cushion and rolling his head towards me. I blushed so hard under his gaze, and then the words left his mouth which left me utterly speechless. "No matter what I'm doing..." he began speaking, "you're always here for me. I'm grateful for you y/n.." he said looking into my eyes, I was about to reply when his eyes snapped shut and soft snores left his mouth.

It was never mentioned the day after. When he was sober, he complained of a headache. My chest wrenched with pain, when I thought maybe, just maybe he felt a little something for me. "Do you remember last night?" I asked him out of the blue, he shook his head no and told me he was going to take a nap in his room. The moment his door shut, tears rolled down my cheeks freely, trying to take in shaky breaths to steady myself, but to no avail.

And now, this is the last part of the chapter. I finally sat down with Chris after he was done reading his script for his next project. My feelings I couldn't conceal anymore, worried he would soon move on and find another girl, my selfish instincts wanted him to know I loved him.
"I love you." I blurted out, getting straight to the point. He was shocked. Regret rising up in my chest, why did I say that.
He put his cup down gently on the kitchen island, where we were currently sat talking. His brows furrowed and his face unreadable. "I love you too but only as a friend." He admitted, my heart crushed. I blinked back tears, I didn't want him to know I was a weak soppy bitch. "As a friend?" I croaked, taking in a steady breath. He nodded his head, "I dont have romantic feelings for you y/n I'm sorry" he lifted his lips to give a sad smile. I didn't have time to reply, his phone dinged next to him and he picked it up quickly to read over the text. He sighed putting his phone into his jean pocket, "I have to go. Sebastian is in town. I'll talk to you later." He grabbed his leather jacket off the chair and scurried off out the door.

I dragged myself back to my bedroom, slamming the door in the process. Falling on the bed with a bounce, I buried my face into my pillow and cried, trying to figure out in my mind how to get past this.