Only Strangers... (Chris Evans FanFic)

The Morning From Hell

Sometimes in life you have really bad mornings.

This was definitely one of them.

I wake up and hear Chris in the shower.

Slowly getting out of bed I walk into the bathroom and find Chris.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty." he says with a smile.

I smile at him and look at myself in the mirror.

I almost scream in shock at how horrible I look.

"You call this beautiful?" I ask.

Chris nods and I yawn.

"Honey. It's far from it. I think you need glasses Chrissy boy."

With that I walk out of the room and wait for Chris to be out of the shower.

I go through all my clothes and pick out a cute outfit for the day.

Chris walks out of the bathroom and I smile.

A towel is the only thing covering his junk.

I like it like this.

I can smell his beautiful aroma from over here and man it is addictive.

I slowly step closer to him and put my hands on his sides.

"Hey baby." he says slowly and deeply.

"Hey." I reply.

"I can see you still look beautiful."

I roll my eyes at his comment and say,

"I am not-"

He cuts me off with his lips on mine.

"There is no version of life where you are not beautiful."

I smile and laugh a little.

"Now go have a shower, you naughty girl!" He jokes.

"Not unless you join me." I tease.

He looks at me and smiles.

"No Tara, I thought we had already talked about this. We dont really know each other yet, so I don't think getting in the shower together would be a wise idea." he says.

I look at him with a puppy dog face then walk off into the bathroom all alone.

What is it with him?

One morning he wants to get in the shower with me, next morning his doesn't!

Chris is definitely one complicated human being.

I wash my hair thoroughly as I stand in the shower and think.

Then someone knocks at the door.

"Tara!" my Mum calls.

"Yeah?" I reply.

"I don't know how to tell you this, but Pom Pom is missing."

I gasp and choke on a whole heap of water.

He can't be.

There is no way he could go anywhere.

I quickly turn the shower off and rush out with my towel on.

Chris runs in and looks at me, then Mum.

"I can't find him anywhere." he puffs.

"Um, well, I have to get dressed then we will ALL try and find him, okay?" I say in a phase of heartbreak and worry.