Note: I did not write this, credits to the writer
Summary: You and Chris broke up a few months back. You call him after a night out with friends and he offers her a ride home.
Warnings - language, alcohol
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You threw back another shot of tequila, following it up with a lime wedge. You made a face and shook your head, "bleehhh!" You complained. "Whyyy do I keep doing these?? I hate tequila!"
Your friend Cami laughed, downing her shot with no hesitation. "Because you love me!!" She laughed and drunkenly wrapped her arms around you.
"You're right! I do." You yelled over the music, kissing her cheek. "Let's go dance!" You grabbed her arm and drug her out to the dance floor, letting your body sway to the beat and singing along with the lyrics. You closed your eyes, and let yourself be taken away by the music.
After a few songs, you were desperate for something to drink. You grabbed Cami and stumbled back to the bar. "Reds, please." You asked. "Put it on my tab, Y/F/N Y/L/N." Glancing around, you put your cider up to your lips, taking a big swig. Your whole body froze when you landed on a familiar face. Fuck. Fuck. Are you kidding me? Chris is here. You were wasted and tried so hard to focus on his face, blinking your eyes quickly.
"Fuck, Cami. We have to go. Chris is here." You tugged on her arm, trying to pull her away from the guy she was talking to. "Cami, seriously."
She looked around, confused. "Y/N. What are you talking about? Chris isn't here." She raised her eyebrows at you, "how drunk are you?" She laughed.
You pointed to where he was, standing in the corner with a beer in his hand. "Right there, Cam. I'm pretty fucking wasted, but he's right there." You insisted.
She looked in the direction you were pointing and then looked back at you. "Sweetie, that is not Chris. I promise you." She was trying to suppress a smile. "I promise."
You looked in that direction, again trying to focus your eyes. You blinked a couple of times. "Oh my god. You're right. Fuck. I'm sorry." You covered your face with your hands. "Jesus."
She laughed and handed you the drink you left on the counter. "Finish this, close out your tab, and go home, Y/N."
You finished off your cider, staring at the man in the corner. It definitely wasn't Chris. Part of you was disappointed. A part of you desperately wanted it to be Chris. You missed him. A lot. But you knew it was for the best that he wasn't here. You pulled up the Uber app, hugging Cami bye.
"Let me know how the rest of your night goes." You said, winking. She was definitely leaving with that guy at the bar.
"Oh, i will." She promised. "Love you, get home safe."
You turned and walked toward the door, ordering your Uber. You were stumbling, entirely too drunk to be leaving on your own. If this were 7 months ago, Chris would've thrown you over his shoulder and carried you out to his car, both of you laughing at how drunk you were. You missed him. You hoped he missed you. Ending your relationship was difficult for both of you, but his schedule was just too much and he didn't feel like it was fair to you. You'd tried to argue, tell him you weren't worried about it and that you would figure it out, together, but he wouldn't hear you out. As soon as he decides on something, it's hard to get him to change his mind. Right person, wrong time. You hoped that you guys would eventually find yourselves back together, but as the months went by, you weren't so sure.
You looked down at your phone, your Uber driver 15 minutes away. You groaned and pulled up Twitter, swiping through your feed. You stumbled across a TMZ article about Chris, claiming that he was already dating 'fresh off of his breakup' with you. You rolled your eyes. Of course, he was already seeing someone. You closed out of Twitter and opened your contacts.
Don't do it. You thought to yourself. You took a deep breath, scrolling to Chris's name. It was 3 am, but you couldn't care less. You pressed down on his name and put your phone up to your ear. It rang a few times before he finally picked up.
"Hello?" He answered. His voice was groggy. You knew you had woken him up. That voice used to be your favorite.
"Hello, Christopher." You slurred. Leaning back against the brick wall, trying to steady yourself.
"Y/N? What time is it?" He asked.
"God. I'm so drunk." You laughed. "I can't believe I'm calling you.".
You could hear him sit up in bed. "Y/N. Are you okay?"
You rolled your eyes. "No. I'm not okay. I'm so sorry to bother you, Chris. Apologize to your girlfriend for me." You said sarcastically.
"What are you talking about?" He shuffled around, you assumed to find the light switch. "Y/N?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." You mumbled. Your words were slurred, making it hard for him to understand you. "I can't believe you gave up on us so easily."
He sighed, "Y/N. Honey, where are you? I'm gonna come get you."
You winced. You might be drunk, but his words still registered. "Don't call me that. You lost that right. And you don't get to know where I am. You lost that right, too. Remember, you broke up with me." You checked your Uber app and saw that your ride had been canceled. "Mother fucker!" You groaned. "Fuck you, Justin. How am I supposed to get home now?" You could hear Chris talking, so you put the phone back up to your ear. "Yes, Christopher? What do you need?"
He let out a small laugh, "you called me.. remember? But what I need is for you to tell me where you are. I'm coming to get you." You heard keys jingling in the background. "Send me your location, please."
"That's an awesome song. I love that song." You drunkenly laughed while singing the lyrics to Location by Khalid.
"Holy fuck, Y/N. How much have you had to drink?" He sighed. "Are you still on 2nd street? You checked in on 2nd street a few hours ago."
You looked around for a street sign, spotting 2nd. "Oh my god, i am. It's like you're a psychic or something." You sat down on the cold concrete. "I think I'm just gonna nap here."
You heard Chris's car start in the background. "I'm 10 minutes away, do not fall asleep on the sidewalk, Y/N. Jesus."
You sat outside the bar for several minutes, refreshing your Uber app. This was Boston. Why was it so freaking hard to get an Uber? A few more minutes went by and you saw Chris's car pull up on the street in front of you.
He got out and walked over to you, raising an eyebrow with an amused look on his face. "You're fucking wasted." He laughed.
"No shit, Sherlock. I'm ordering an Uber. I don't need you." You argued, crossing your arms.
"Stop acting like a toddler. Let's go." He extended his hand to you.
You sighed and rolled your eyes, reaching out and grabbing his hand. He pulled you off the ground and you stumbled into his arms. Your eyes closed as you took in his cologne. Fuck. This is going to hurt in the morning for more than one reason.
"Come on, let's get you home." He placed an arm around your waist, trying to steady you.
You stopped walking and giggled to yourself. "Watch this." You said, still laughing. "OH MY GOD!! It's Chris Evans!!" You yelled.
With his arm still around your waist, he pulled you to his car. "Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N?" People started walking towards his car. He opened the passenger side door and eased you in. You were still laughing to yourself as he buckled you in. "Why are you like this?" He said, rolling his eyes. He closed the door and jogged to the drivers' side, declining the picture requests.
By the time he'd gotten in the car and pulled onto the street, you'd already fallen asleep. Not knowing where your new apartment was, he turned and drove to the house he still lived in. The place you'd called home up until 7 months ago.
