The Flight

A Chris Evans Fanfiction

Chris sat fidgeting in his seat on the airplane playing the words over and over in his head.

“Chris I can’t do this anymore. You tell me you love me and you want this to work then you go off and pull shit like this. It’s embarrassing.”

“I’m sorry, Katie. I told you I was sorry. Nothing happened.”

“This is the last straw. We’ve been through this before and I’ve always forgiven you. Not this time. I’m done.”

As soon as she hung up he booked the first flight from New York to Los Angeles. This time she was serious. And he had to make sure she didn’t do anything rash. Like leave him.

“Katie, it isn’t what you think.”

She interrupted him. “It isn’t what I think? Because I think I saw pictures online of you leaving a club with a girl who wasn’t me and grabbing her ass while she climbed into the back of your waiting car. Tell me how that isn’t what I think it is.”

“Okay, I know that looks bad but nothing happened. I did leave the club with a girl but I just dropped her off at her house then went back to my hotel. Nothing really happened.”

“Chris, I’m done.”

“Please Katie, don’t let this turn into some big deal. Just . . . let’s just talk about it. I want to work this out, but baby. You know I love you. I love you more than anyone else ever could.”

He didn’t know if his words would be enough to placate her this time. Even if he tried to explain he didn’t know if she would believe him.

It wasn’t the first time they had trust issues in their relationship. He didn’t really think of what he had done before as cheating. Not technically. A hand job by an eager fan on a drunken night really didn’t count as cheating. Not technically. Okay, maybe it had been a stumbling point in their relationship but it was a long time ago and it hadn’t happened again.

He sat pushing the buttons on the screen in front of him. A map with a picture of their airplane. It wasn’t even halfway to LA. He read the stats. 2 hours 28 minutes to their destination. Fuck. All he could think about was Katie and her last words to him.

“Chris, I’m done.”

Surely she couldn’t mean it. They had been through worse things than this. So he wasn’t perfect. She really couldn’t expect him to be perfect. He was a superstar. One of Hollywood’s hottest most eligible bachelors. She had to know there would be temptations that even he couldn’t resist.

He thought back to his last movie shoot. He and his co-star, Alana Romero had hit it off from the beginning. He had really tried to fight it. They had a torrid affair during filming. It wasn’t his fault that they had undeniable chemistry. But he and Alana had managed to evade, deny and provide enough subterfuge than nobody could prove anything had happened between them. Eventually the story died; although Katie always had her suspicions. Nothing a few diamonds and a lot of sex couldn’t fix.

Chris stared out the window of the plane, willing it to go faster than the 550 mph it was already traveling. He knew it would take a lot, maybe a lifetime, to make this up to Katie. He would do whatever he had to do to make it right. She was the one he wanted by his side.

He played Katie’s words over in his head.

“This is the last straw. We’ve been through this before and I’ve always forgiven you. Not this time. I’m done.”

He thought of his many premieres. He always got so anxious and his publicist knew that was a problem. They always provided certain types of physical relief for him to relax and take his mind off the impending stress of the press line. He didn’t consider that cheating. A blow job in the limo on the way to a premiere to alleviate anxiety was part of the job. He could justify that. Why couldn’t Katie see that was just part of the job?

He thought of this last incident. He had been out with friends and met a girl who was obviously impaired. He offered her a ride home so she would be safe. That was just something a gentleman would do, right? When she got in his car she stumbled and he reached out to help her, grabbing her ass.

“Chris I can’t do this anymore. You tell me you love me and you want this to work then you go off and pull shit like this. It’s embarrassing.”

“I’m sorry. I told you I was sorry. Nothing happened.”

That must be when the picture was taken. It was innocent enough to explain to Katie.

“Okay, I know that looks bad but nothing happened. I did leave the club with a girl but I just dropped her off at her house then went back to my hotel. Really, nothing happened.”

He didn’t think he needed to mention that the girl was so grateful for the safe ride home she had given Chris a blowjob in the car on the ride home. He didn’t consider that cheating. It was just a fan on a drunken night thanking him. It wasn’t really cheating. It didn’t really count. It’s not like he fucked her or anything.

Finally, the plane landed at LAX. Chris exited as quickly as he could and rushed through the airport, looking for his waiting car. He sent text after text during the long ride home but Katie never responded. His hope began to fade. When the car finally pulled into the driveway at his house he exited and bound to the door, pushing his key in the lock. He called out her name and it echoed throughout the walls of the house. He dropped his backpack next to his roll aboard suitcase and took the stairs two at a time to the master bedroom.

The room was empty and there was a desolate feeling in the room. He opened the closet and found only empty clothes hangers. Looking around he saw no sign of Katie. Her toiletries, her perfumes, all her jewelry was gone. A note sat on his bedside table.

Chris opened it. “Chris, I love you but I love me more. I’m done. I choose me. Love, Katie.”

Chris sighed. He pulled out the phone number of the flight attendant from his flight. Maybe he wouldn’t have to be alone tonight.

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