Party crashing (Chris Evans x Reader)

Music was echoing through your house, the screaming of multiple 21 year olds contributing to the sounds that were starting to give you a headache. You were only several years older, but thinking back on your own days at University, you couldn't remember ever drinking as much as your niece and her friends did now.

Your apartment was located in Manhattan and your niece had begged you for nearly a year if she could throw her birthday party at your apartment. You were hesitant at first, but you had been young once (you still were of course, but having a grown up job made you a lot less childish) so you had agreed. On the condition that you'd stay to keep an eye on your things.

So now here you were, standing in the door opening of you bedroom, looking at your niece's friends while they were getting drunk. It actually brought a smile to your face. You had been as careless as they were at that age. Now you had to worry about the book you were writing and if it was going to be as successful as your first, all the while you were still working at a marketing firm every day.

'[Name]!' you niece called out for you.  

You were awoken from your strain of thought and looked at your niece coming over to you. A drunken blush colored her cheeks.

'Indio is also coming and he's bringing his father and a friend. Is that okay?' she smiled, looking at her phone and taking a sip from her drink.

'Indio?' you asked, wondering who'd name their child that. You didn't know most of her friends, even though she always talked to you as if you did.

She nodded. 'You know! Robert's son...'

You still had no idea who she was talking about, but you just told her it was fine. If they would turn out to be trouble, you could always kick them out of your apartment.

You walked back into your bedroom, looking at the clock on the wall. It wasn't even eleven o'clock yet and you already felt tired. If you weren't afraid your niece's friends would break your house down, you would have put on your pajamas and gone to bed. Unfortunately they had already broken several glasses and knocked picture frames of your table. You couldn't leave them alone for even a second.

When the doorbell rang and no one answered you sighed. Couldn't they do anything? You made your way towards the door, but your niece beat you to it, opening it and revealing Robert Downey Jr., his son Indio and Chris Evans.

You stood there in the middle of your living room, looking at the three men entering the room. No way!' you thought. You knew your niece went to the same college as Robert's son, but you didn't know they were friends and you definitely hadn't put two and two together. But here they were. In your house. With Chris Evans... You pinched yourself to see if you were dreaming. You weren't.

You wanted to walk over to them to welcome them in your home, but a shattering sound came from the kitchen, which caught your attention immediately.

'Not again,' you sighed to yourself, rushing over to the kitchen, seeing two guys standing over broken glasses. You knew it didn't help to get angry with them, but you couldn't help but give them an angry glare. They had also knocked over an open bottle of wine, the red fluid running over your kitchen counter and onto the floor.

'Get out,' you said as serious as possible. 

'Yes, ma'am,' they nodded, not knowing how fast to get out of the kitchen.

You started cleaning everything and putting all of the glass fragments into the bin. Good thing you never used the ugly things. Otherwise you would have been extremely angry.

You took the half empty bottle of wine from the counter and decided to take it to your bedroom. Maybe it was best to get drunk yourself as well. Then you'd at least have some fun. You had totally forgot about the two celebrities in your living room.

You were about to walk back to your bedroom, holding the bottle in your hand, when someone walked into the kitchen. You bumped into each other, spilling what was left of the bottle of wine over both your dress and his shirt.

'Damn it,' you cried out. 'Watch were you're going.'

'I'm so sorry,' a familiar voice replied. 'I didn't think anyone would be in here. Are you alright?'

You looked up, seeing Chris Evans standing before you. A red stain was spreading over his blue shirt and you swallowed hard.

'I'm fine,' you mumbled. 'Sorry about your shirt.'

'Sorry about your dress...' he said, nodding at your new dress that was completely ruined.

You sighed. 'It's the least of my worries. Here give me your shirt. If I wash it now I might get the stain out.'

Chris followed you as you made your way to your bedroom. You walked into the bathroom, clicking on the washing machine. Without objecting he pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his muscled chest. You stared at him for a few seconds, wondering why he was so damn sexy. Especially now he had grown a small beard.

He handed you his shirt and you quickly put it in the washing machine. You were hesitant to pull your own dress off, but knowing he wouldn't like you anyway, you just did it, leaving you in just your lingerie. As a real gentleman he kept his eyes on your face the whole time and as you put on the machine he walked into your bedroom.

'It's a beautiful apartment you have,' he told you, lifting up pictures from your dresser. ‘Real nice of you to let your niece throw a party here.’

You followed him back into your bedroom, opening your Walk-in closet. You searched for something nice to wear, but figured it didn't matter anymore. Your niece's friends didn't seem to notice you one way or another (not that you wanted them to) and the one guy that you did want to notice you had already seen you almost naked (and he didn't seem to be very impressed).

‘She begged me for a year. What was I to do?’ you replied from your closet. You heard Chris laugh from within your bedroom and you bit your lip, thinking he had a nice laugh. ‘So, what brings you here? You don’t seem like the kind of person to crash a party.’

You put on your favorite jeans and a white blouse. You looked further into your closet trying to remember where you had put the clothes your brother had left here for when he'd come over once a month.

‘It’s a rather long story, actually. Robert and I were supposed to be at this event, but after everything that happened with Indio, he didn’t think it was wise to let him go to a party in New-York alone.’

'Here,' you said, handing Steve a blouse of your brother's after you had spend at least five minutes trying to find it. 'I hope it fits.'

Chris smiled, taking it from your hands. He pulled it over his head and even though your brother was a bit smaller than he was, it still looked nice. ‘And I couldn’t let Robert go to a kids party by himself,’ he continued. ‘Who knows what could happen. He might get lost.’

You laughed softly, shaking your head. ‘I’m sure he would. Can I offer you something to drink?’

‘A beer would be nice.’

‘Let me see if I still have those,’ you smiled, walking back to the kitchen.

‘I’ll walk with you.’

You opened the fridge, relieved to see your niece’s friends hadn’t touched any of your things in there. You handed Chris a beer and got yourself a glass of white wine.

‘I don’t think I’ve introduced myself yet,’ he started, when he leaned against the counter, sipping from his beer.  ‘I’m Chris.’

‘I know,’ you chuckled. ‘Although the beard did fool me for a few seconds. I’m [Name].’

You shook hands, while Chris smiled at you. Damn… you thought, was there anything that wasn’t perfect about this guy? You weren’t necessarily a fan, but you had always liked him in his movies. Seeing him in person only confirmed what you had already thought: he was extremely handsome and a nice guy. You figured girls much more pretty than you were fighting to be his girlfriend. And who could blame them? Even you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks every time he smiled at you and you knew he would never fall for a girl like you. Not in a million years.

‘It will have to come off soon, though,’ Chris said sadly, rubbing his chin. ‘In a couple weeks we’re shooting the third Captain America movie. Can’t have the Captain running around with a beard, now can we?’

‘It would make him seem more mature,’ you suggested, remembering what Chris looked like as the super soldier. You liked him better as just himself. ‘Maybe he’ll finally get a girlfriend.’
 
Chris laughed again. ‘He does need a girlfriend, but I don’t think they will give him one for at least another movie.’

‘You think, or you know?’ you asked, trying to get some more information out of him.

‘Funny. You don’t happen to be a reporter, do you? Do I have to be on the look out for hidden cameras?’  

You shook your head. ‘No, I work in Marketing. Although I am a writer.’

‘You are?’ Chris frowned. ‘What kind? I’d love to read your work.’

You felt your cheeks turn red and you quickly put your hair in front of your face. ‘Oh, it’s nothing you’d want to read. Romance novels. I actually have one published. Working on my second one right now, but I’m a but stuck.’

‘Really? I’m speaking with a published author? Man… ‘ he sighed, looking at you cheekily. ‘I should have worn something nicer.’

‘Oh, shut up,’ you laughed, knowing he was joking. ‘If I knew you were coming I would have definitely worn something nicer…'

‘Why?’ he frowned. ‘You look great.’

‘Thank you,’ you mumbled, looking down at the ground while sipping from your glass. You knew he could tell he was making you feel nervous, but something told you he liked it.

‘You do,’ he added softly, letting his eyes go over your body.

You tried to ignore his comment, but you could not help but feel extremely warm. Here was this famous guy telling you, you looked great. You wondered. Maybe he did look when you were just in your lingerie. It only made your cheeks an even brighter red.

‘You don’t have to be nervous,’ he said, trying to get you to speak to him again. ‘I’m a normal guy. I just tend to say what I think, and I happen to think you look beautiful. Now, how about another beer?’
 
You smiled, tucking your hair behind your ears as he took a last sip of his bottle of beer. ‘The fridge is right over there,’ you nodded to your right, feeling more confident. He really was just a normal guy. And he was honest. You liked that about him.

‘Getting cheeky, are we now?’ he responded, pushing himself from the counter. ‘I like it,’ he added, opening the fridge en getting another beer. ‘You want some?’

‘Sure, why not. But if I’m gonna throw up, it’s your fault…’

‘Why? You don’t like beer?’ he frowned, handing you a bottle he had already opened for you. ‘There you go.’

‘No, it’s fine… thanks,’ you said. ‘My stomach just doesn’t like beer after I’ve had wine, but I’ll be fine. I think.’

Chris laughed. ‘Warn me please. I have bad experiences with girls puking everywhere.’

‘I imagine you have. What should we toast on?’ you asked, holding the bottle of beer out in front of you.

‘On a great night,’ he replied, looking into your eyes. ‘Without puking.'

You clang your bottles together and you echoed his words.

‘I had a girlfriend once,’ he started, taking a large sip of his beer and leaning against the counter of your kitchen again. ‘Took her home to see my family for the first time and she puked everywhere. In my Auntie Pam's house, on the way home and at our place.’ He laughed, probably remembering what had happened. ‘Best first impression ever.’

You smiled, feeling a bit awkward as he talked about his former girlfriend. She was probably way more pretty than you.

‘Doesn’t happen to be yesterday?’ you joked, taking a sip from the beer, feeling the cold, bitter fluid go down your throat.

He shook his head, putting the bottle to his lips again. ‘No. The last girl I took home to my family was… six years ago? A long time. What about you? Anyone this shirt belongs to?’

‘It’s my brother’s actually, so don’t run into any more girls holding wine bottles.’

‘I won’t,’ he laughed. ‘So… No boyfriend?’

‘Nope,’ you responded. ‘I don’t know. It’s not like I want to be single, but all the guys in New York are just so… How do you call it?’

‘La-di-da?’

‘Exactly!’ you cried out, pointing your beer bottle in his direction. ‘Or too busy working. Or gay… Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I have a lot of gay friends, and they’re great, but…’

‘You don’t snuggle up to them at night.’

You nodded, taking another sip from your beer, feeling yourself getting a little light headed already. You were definitely getting more talkative. You could tell Chris liked it.

‘Exactly,’ you whispered.

‘I know what you mean, but I’m sure you’ll find the right guy. If not in New York, maybe somewhere else…’

‘Otherwise I could always call you, right?’ you said jokingly, almost choking on your beer as you realized how stupid that sounded. You didn’t even know him.
 
‘You could… You should. Give me your phone.’ He put down his beer and waited for you to hand him your phone. ‘Come on, give it to me…’

You did as he asked, watching him put his number in your phone. You swallowed hard. Had your bad attempt at flirting just worked?

He called himself and handed you your phone back. ‘Don’t worry. I’m not some creepy stalker, but if you ever feel the need to go out for dinner with a guy that’s not la-di-da, too busy with work, or gay… Give me call. I’d be happy to take you out.’

You smiled, taking your phone from his hands, squinting your eyes at him. ‘I’ll think about it…’

You spend the rest of the night talking and laughing. You had never had a more fun and relaxed night and you totally ignored the sounds of things breaking in the living room. Whatever it was, it’s wasn’t worth it. You got to know Chris a bit better, learning which gossip about him was true and which wasn’t. You also told him about yourself and your family and he seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say. It was a nice change from all the guys you met in bars sometimes, that only seemed interested in one thing: sex.

Not that you had never had a one-night stand before, but you were just done with those type men. They were nice when you were 21 and careless, but now that you were almost ten years older and grown up, you were looking for something more serious. Something like Chris…

‘Hey, Evans,’ someone suddenly called out for Chris. ‘It’s time to go. We have to get up at seven. I know you don’t mind not sleeping, but I’m getting old. I need my beauty sleep.’

Robert came walking into the kitchen and introduced himself shortly, before telling Chris again that they had to leave.

‘Go get your coat then, I’ll be right there,’ he nodded at Robert, who got the hint and walked away quickly.

Chris put his almost empty bottle of beer on the counter and waited for you to do the same. ‘It was nice meeting you, [Name]. I thought I’d have to spend my entire night with a bunch of horny teenagers, but instead I got you…’

You smiled. ‘Same here. Wait, before I forget, let me get you your shirt back.’

Chris nodded. ‘I’ll walk with you.’

You made your way to your bathroom, followed by Chris, and got his still wet shirt from the washing machine.

‘Damn it…’ you sighed. ‘I got the stain out, but I forgot to put it in the dryer.’

‘That’s okay,’ he responded. ‘I’ll come pick it up some time. That is of course if you don’t mind me taking home your brother’s shirt.’

‘Oh, no, you can have it. He’ll understand.’

‘Thank you.’

‘I’m really glad you decided to join Robert and if I’m ever in need of a date, I’ll call you,’ you said, walking with him towards the living room.

‘Please do… And if I’m ever in need, can I call you as well?’

‘Sure,’ you nodded, ‘but you’ll have to buy me a dress, ‘cause the only decent one I own was ruined by some guy that bumped into me.’

‘Some guy, huh?’ he laughed softly, looking into your eyes. ‘Would you say he was handsome?’

‘Very,’ you chuckled, knowing he was teasing you.

‘How about sexy?’

‘Even more so,’ you said cheekily.
 
‘I’m sure he’d like you to know that he feels the same way about you...

You felt your cheeks turn red again, but this time you didn’t mind him seeing it. You could tell he was a little flustered himself as well. It made you feel extremely good about yourself.

‘Now don’t go strip for every random guy that comes crashing your party,’ he said referring to what happened earlier, when you had taken your dress off. He took his coat from the rack, while Robert and Indio were already waiting for him on the hallway. ‘I’d like to think I’m special.’

You laughed. ‘Oh believe me, I won’t.’

‘Good, then I won’t tell anyone about that scar on your lower back,’ he whispered in your ear as he gave you a hug goodbye. ‘Sleep tight, [Name]. I’ll see you around.’

So he had looked. You could only hope he had liked what he had seen.

‘I hope so…’

He nodded at you, before walking out of your apartment and following Robert and Indio to the elevator. You closed the door when they had stepped in and you let out a shaky sigh. Had this night really happened? You could almost not believe it had.

Most your niece’s friends had also gone home and you were left alone with her and some other girls. They offered to help you clean, but you told them they should just go home or out, if that was what they were planning. Your niece gave you a kiss on your cheek, thanking you for everything and winking at you when she said something about Chris. You couldn’t make out what she said, however, as she immediately started laughing.

You shook your head, leading her outside with her friends who promised they would get her home safely. You did a half hour of cleaning and surprisingly your home was pretty much back to normal again. You’d bring the garbage down tomorrow and you’d do the dishes in the morning. Now it was time for your well-deserved sleep.

You stripped your clothes off, looking at Chris’ shirt as it was hanging on the door to dry. It was the evidence you needed to convince your friends he had actually been here. That and his phone number. If only you had asked for a picture. Then your friends would have surely flipped.

You were just about to fall asleep when your phone vibrated underneath your pillow. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you looked at the message.

I had a great night. Don’t forget to iron my shirt

 

Chris

 

P.S. Of course I looked...



You fell asleep with a smile on your face, hoping you’d see him again soon.

 

 

***** A WEEK LATER ******

‘You have to try it,’ Chris insisted, holding a bag of jellybeans under your nose.

You had just gotten a coffee and sandwich from Starbucks, but Chris had insisted he’d get some jellybeans instead. You were still eating your sandwich though and you didn’t feel like mixing the two.

‘I told you, later!’

Chris smiled, throwing a handful of jellybeans in his mouth. ‘There might not be any more later and I have to leave in like an hour, so…’

You had been texting and calling each other non-stop for the past week. It felt like you had known each other for ages and even though you probably liked him a bit more than you should, you were happy to be just his friend. He said he was in New York again for an interview, but deep down you hoped he was actually here for you.

‘Yeah, yeah,’ you said with your mouth full. ‘We’re walking towards the hotel, are we not?’

‘Just saying... Oh, before I forget. I might have mentioned you to my mother and she might have insisted you’d come to Boston for the weekend… While I’m not shooting yet.’

‘Really?’ you asked surprised. ‘You told your mother about me?’

‘I tell my mother everything. We’re very close.’

‘I know, I just… I didn’t think we were… I mean…’ you rubbed the sides of your mouth to get the sauce from the sandwich off, but you still didn’t really now what to say. Hadn’t he said he hadn’t brought a girl home in six years?

‘You have something on your face,’ he laughed, pointing at your cheek.

‘What? No!’ you rubbed the right side of your face again, but judging by the look in his face, it was the wrong side.

‘Right here,’ he smiled, stepping closer to you and getting whatever was on your face off with a napkin. He looked into your eyes, letting his hand rest on your cheek. ‘I think we are,’ he responded to what you had been rambling about. He folded his other arm around your waist and pulled you closer. ‘Don’t you?’

A kiss found your lips and a warm feeling spread through your stomach.

‘How about now? I can kiss you again if you’re not sure,’ he joked, taking you into his arms.

‘That won’t be necessary,’ you replied, throwing your coffee en sandwich in the bin next to you, leaving your hands free to play with the collar of Chris’ shirt. ‘I’d love to meet your family, but don’t expect me to puke everywhere, I’d prefer my guts right where they are now.’

Chris laughed, pressing your body tightly against his. You could almost not believe this was actually happening. Were you really standing in the middle of New York in Chris’ arms? Kissing? It still all felt like a dream.

‘I’m very much okay with that. Just be you and they’ll fall in love with you. Like I have.’

‘You have?’

‘I have…’

You smiled like a madman and pressed a kiss on his lips. ‘I might have fallen in love with you too,’ you whispered.

‘Might have?’

‘Alright, alright…I have.’

Chris tucked a strain of your hair behind your ears and looked at you lovingly. ‘I told you you’d meet the right guy.’

‘You were talking about yourself, weren’t you?’ you sighed, shaking your head.

‘I was…’

‘You cocky bastard,’ you chuckled as Chris started laughing at your words, ‘but I forgive you.’

‘You do?’

‘I do…’

A kiss found your lips again and you stood there on that spot, kissing, for several minutes, until it was time for Chris to go to his interview.

Several weeks later you were able to read all about it in one of the magazines, as Chris told the editor and everyone else that would want to hear it, how head over heels he had fallen in love with this down to earth, extremely talented writer, you.

You spend every moment of Chris’ free time together and soon you would even go see him while he was on set, shooting a movie. Neither of you could predict the future, but you’d both gladly spend the rest of your life together.