Unknown Number || S.Stan Story

Who Are You?

I couldn't believe my eyes. Was I dreaming? That man just can't be standing on my porch. Yeah, I'm just imagining things. My mother's death is messing with my head. It's gotta be.

I shake my head and walk over to my door, and the man I assume is a hallucination.
"Hey." The man said. I almost jumped five feet in the air. He isn't my hallucination after all.

Oh shit. What do I say?
"Uh, um, hey." I responded in a very embarrassing way. I wanted to slap myself in the face, but maybe that wasn't so good idea. "Wha- what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I came when I heard about your mother." Responded Sebastian Stan in flesh. You're probably wondering "what the heck" right now, because that's what I'm wondering. I've never even met him before. How could he know about my mother? Only people who know is Alyssa, Aaron and... Charming? No, no that's not him. It can't be.

"How do you know?" I asked in confusion. A slight smirk formed on his beautiful, angelic face.
"You told me, don't you remember?" He asked, adding a chuckle.

He could clearly see the confusion that was written on my face. Because then he added that one small word that turned my life upside down, "princess." I wanted to laugh and I wanted to cry like a baby. It was him all along and I didn't know.

My Charming, that guy who calmed me down when I heard the news about my mother. That same guy who... stalked me? That's probably not a good thing, but who cares at this point, it's Sebastian freaking Stan after all? No one. That's what I thought.

My mouth was just opening and closing, as I tried to get some words out. Sebastian was amused about this.
"Y- you?" Yes, that's all I was able to say. Great Emily, great. That's how to make your first impression. But this isn't actually? This is making me look and feel stupid.

"Yes, me. You wanted it to be someone else, hun?" He raised his eyebrows as he asked the question. I was about to faint in that place just there, right in front of him. Or maybe it was a panic attack approaching. Either way I would embarrass myself.

"I have to sit down for a second." I said, before my legs gave out. Sebastian fortunately was quick enough to catch me before I hit the ground. He slowly helped me to sit on the stair of the porch.

He sat right next to me, so our shoulders and knees were touching lightly each other. And it made me nervous.
"You all right?" He asked. Am I alright? Am I all right? Do I look like it? I wanted to scream at him, but that wouldn't be polite.

I decided to settle with, "I'm fine." Which did not mean that I was fine. Women are complicated in that way. Sebastian, though, seemed to understand and he stated, "No, you're not." And guess what he did then. He freaking hugged me.

And in just that moment, I just completely broke down in tears. My mind hadn't processed my mother's death yet, but now it decided to do just that. It was kind of embarrassing for me to break down in front of him, but it also made me feel a little better.

I tangled up to him, trying to be careful not to mess up his hoodie with my makeup. He made that little humming sound and he drew little figures on the lower part of my back with his fingers. They were slow and relaxing movements. It made me feel a little less on the edge.

"Do you have your keys in your pocket?" Sebastian whispered, since he was so close to my ear already. I nodded and tapped the other pocket of my jacket, "yeah, here." He reached over me and searched the keys from my pocket with his big hands. He then tooked them out and backed away a bit.

"I'll open the door for you and help you inside, okay?" Sebastian said. I simply nodded, because I wasn't able to get any words out. I watched him as he opened the door and helped me on my feet then.
He made sure that I wouldn't lose my balance again and to catch me of I did. I'm glad I didn't.

Once we got back inside, we both took or shoes off and I hanged my jacket on the stand. Suddenly someone was standing right in front of me and Sebastian. I looked up and recognized him as my best friend Tom. Unexpected? Yes, definitely. But he does have a key to my house so don't worry, he did not break in.

"Emily I heard— wait, who's that?" Tom asked. I freezed still. I didn't know what the freak to say. Should I go with Yeah, this is the famous Sebastian Stan and I just discovered he is the stalker of mine that I told you about. I don't think that would work.

"Um, I—" I started the sentence, which Sebastian cut off pretty quickly.
"I'm Sebastian Stan, nice to meet you...?" He said raising an eyebrow, stretching out his hand for a handshake.
"Tom Harris." Tom and Sebastian shook hands. I could see the realization on Tom's face.

Tom then turned to look at me with concern in his blue eyes. "I'm really sorry about your mother, you know you can always talk to me, Al and Chase." He said.
"Yeah, I know." I replied. We hugged before he left me and Sebastian alone in my house.

I didn't know what to do now. Should I sit on the couch, pretending to be completely calm. Or should I offer him something to drink? What do I even have? Water? Soda? Do I have wine? Does he drink wine? What if I have white and he likes red? Or other way around?

Emily, stop panicking. Gather yourself.

I took a deep breath and turned around to look at him. He didn't seem to much care. He was just looking around the house. My livingroom was kind of big. There was floor-to-ceiling windows that showed a pretty nice scenery. There was a piano, a few bookshelves, three big couches and a big flat screen TV.

The kitchen was attached to the living room. It wasn't big but it was nice. I walked over to it. I'll offer something to drink. I can't just stand there. "You thirsty?" I asked on the way there.

"A little bit." He replied, which was enough for me. I found red wine from one of the kitchen cabinets.
"Red wine?" I asked to make sure it was okay. He nodded.
I poured a class for both of us. I handed the other one for him.
"I think we have a lot to talk about." Sebastian stated.

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