𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖉 ⋆ chris evans

chapter forty-four || #anxietystrikesback

11:11PM JULY 12TH

(1 NEW NOTIFICATION)

Sleeping Ugly sent you a message

Sleeping Ugly:

sorry for bailing

didn't feel good

CHRIStopher Robin:

It's fine 

If you didn't feel up to public appearance then you shouldn't have to do it

Sleeping Ugly:

but i let you guys down

all the reports are saying i'm on crack or some shit 

i shouldn't have even thought about coming to a premiere

CHRIStopher Robin:

Where are you?

Sleeping Ugly:

at home with my lil pup

(seen 11:21)

wow u hoe don't just 'seen' my message

CHRIStopher Robin:

Seb just called me and said he's outside your apartment

He's been knocking for like twenty minutes

Sleeping Ugly:

yeah i know

i don't want to let him in

i look like ultimate trash

CHRIStopher Robin:

What do you mean?

Who cares if you look like trash?

Sleeping Ugly:

i think i had a reaction to the new pills they gave me

i threw up

CHRIStopher Robin:

Oh god

I'm going to tell him where the spare key is

I'm on my way

Sleeping Ugly:

ffs chris no

fucking personal privacy

CHRIStopher Robin:

He's coming inside now

Sleeping Ugly:

asshole

fuckwit

dicksplash

buttface

douchebag

hate u

CHRIStopher Robin:

Love you too

Sebastian went inside and sighed in defeat. Aura was lying on her couch, a pool of vomit on the floor below her, looking like death itself. Her makeup was mostly gone, but mascara and eyeliner streaked down her cheeks and the remaining lipstick was smeared around her mouth. Her dress was on the floor by the door and she was only in underwear, but covered with multiple blankets.

"Aura..." he began, but as soon as she looked up and saw him she burst into tears.

"Fuck out of my house, Sebastian," she sniffed, burying her face into a cushion. "Leave me alone."

"No," he answered firmly, sitting next to her and pulling her into a hug. 

"I'm disgusting."

"You're broken."