INCOMING CALL FROM CHRIS EVANS
accept | decline
[Chris | Delilah]
"Delilah."
"Chris. Uh, hi. It's, um--um."
"What, Delilah?"
"It's, uh, good to hear your voice."
"*chuckles* It's good to hear your voice too."
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be weird but... it's just a lot is going on right now and it feels so nice to just- you know, I'm making this even weirder."
"*laughs* You really are. Stop stressing. It's just me."
"Okay."
"So, you're coming to Scarlett's party tomorrow, right?"
"Definitely. You're too, I heard."
"Yeah."
"..."
"How are you, Delilah?"
"I'm-- *sighs* I'm okay, I think. As okay as I can be with the situation."
"If you need to rant, I'm here. My brother says I'm a good listener."
"No, it's okay. I don't wanna burden you with my problems."
"You won't."
"But--"
"Talking really helps, Delilah. I know you've been holding it in for far too long. I talked to Hiddleston today. He -- let's just say he wasn't happy. I've been seeing some really cruel articles, interviews, and stuff and Scarlett told me how on edge you are these days. It's just... you're a really great person, Del. From the moment I saw you, I wanted to... know you better. I know this sounds really straightforward, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about y- uh, what you said at the carnival. About the fame and everything. So, please, talk to me."
"Chris, that's really nice of you. It's nice to have someone... nice."
"*chuckles* I'm glad, princess."
"*chuckles* I asked him to come to the party. He refused. I kept trying to persuade him... he got mad and said that he'd rather spend an extra day in Paris. I said no. He got even madder and said that apparently, I don't wanna spend time with him. No offense, but I've been seeing his face for a week every day now!"
"Oh..."
"*sighs* Our relationship... it's just not him and I, you know? It's him, I, and the entire fucking world."
"And you said that day that he barely even knows you..."
"Yep. I think he's only with me because I'm famous and hot."
"That's... shitty."
"Yeah. I've been treating him like crap, too. I mean, I'm with him, but my heart isn't with him. I'm getting bored with him. I don't give him time, I'm talking to someone he hates--"
"Someone he hates?"
"..."
"Delilah?"
"*sighs* He told me not to talk to you."
"What? Why?"
"The other day, when we were texting, I was smiling and stuff, and he saw that... and I think some of his friends told him that they saw me sneak out with you on his birthday... and he told me to stop talking to you."
"I thought we were... friends."
"I thought so too. Obviously, I told him to fuck off."
"Am I a reason--"
"Yep. You and Harry and me being distant and everything else. He just blew up. And, of course, the world saw it."
"I'm sorry--"
"It's not your fault. It's just that... I needed to get out, away from this other dude I was dating. But he wasn't letting me go. Then, I met Tom. I thought I liked him at first, I really did. But, it was sort of those passing by crushes. I just used him to get out of that relationship. Then, I thought I could love him, I really did, trust me... I tried my best, I'm still trying, but he's just like everyone else. He just thinks I'm a this rich, hot blondie with famous parents and he just keeps pushing me to be someone-- someone that I'm just not. *sniffs*"
"Hey, hey, hey it's okay. It's not your fault. You tried your best. It's okay. Just breathe, okay."
"*sniffs* Yeah, but it's my fault. I shouldn't have done that. I should have just left the other guy and should have been on my own, then I wouldn't be ruining Tom's life... maybe I should have just thought-"
"Princess, there's a lot of things you could've done. It's okay that you couldn't. We're only human. We make mistakes. All you can do is hope to fix them now."
"What if I can't, Chris? I'm in this mess that I created. And I can't leave him right now, because the entire world knows and everyone's just gonna think I'm a fucking slut, which maybe I am--"
"You're not a slut, Delilah. No one is a slut--"
"*chuckles* Have you seen the comments on my posts?"
"No. I haven't. That's because I only see you. No one knows you better than you. Certainly, people, who have never met you can't decide what you are and what you're not--"
"But, you don't know what I am, Chris. I've done some things, some terrible things that keep me up every single night. I've hurt so many people, Chris. I'm just this awful person and I--"
"Stop. Okay? Stop. You're in New York right?"
"Yeah."
"Text me your address. I'm coming over."
"But--"
"Is.. he with you?"
"No, he's in Atlanta."
"Okay, then. No buts, nothing. I'm coming over. Text me your address. Please."
"Okay. *sniffs* You're really stubborn, Evans."
"See you, McCartney."
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