You and Chris have been dating since senior year in high school.
But what happens when Chris's career gets to be too much and he begins to pay attention more to work rather than his high school sweetheart?
Will Y/n cherish what she's had for so lo...
Disclaimer: Be Aware that this chapter has multiple flashbacks to the past, anything that is a flashback will be in italics. Please read the header, that will tell you when and where exactly that flashback took place❗️
Warnings: fluff, long flashbacks, smut!
................................. Chapter Ten: King Of My Heart ........................
**PRESENT TIME: Boston, 2013**
I was finishing up packing, and waiting for Chris to get home.
He went out with drinks last night with Bizzie and some of Chris's friends. I wasn't feeling that well, so I stayed home.
Chris wanted to stay home with me, but I really just wanted to be alone for a little while. So I insisted he'd go, and have some fun before our trip.
He agreed, reluctantly. But ended up going.
Bizzie would send me videos of Chris, reporting back to me anything he was doing.
"Yup, I got my eyes on you, Evans, just cause Y/n isn't here. Doesn't mean I'm gonna let you grind up on some college girls." Bizzie speaks in the video she sent me.
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Chris laughs, looking down at his phone. The person he's texting, being me.
"Y/n knows I'd never do that to her."
"Mhm, just keep it in your pants, Mr.Hollywood."
"You don't have to babysit me, Biz."
"Oh, but I do."
Then Bizzie ended the video.
That was last night, and now it was morning time.
"Chris, baby. C'mon, it's almost 11, the car will be here any minute."
I waited on our couch here in Chris's apartment in Boston. He was still a bit hung over.
We decided to stay a few more days before we had to fly out to LA.
But since Chris and I celebrating us being engaged again, we are headed to the Maldives.
"I'm going babe, just a sec!"
He was sending emails to his managers and stuff like that, before he was going to leave his computer here and just focus on us for a week.
I was rolling my suitcase towards the front door, and putting my sunglasses on.
"Okay. Ready." Chris straps his backpack on and rolls his own suitcase to the front where I was standing.
