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Late to the Party

Listen to the song here➳ Late to the Party by Kacey Musgraves

Summary: You may be late to the party but you aren’t missing anything when your lover is all you need (Chris Evans x reader)

Disclaimer: A line from the song was removed in order for me to write this. The line that was eliminated did not pertain to the story in any way so therefore I withdrew it.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, cheesy af

I apologize if there isn’t much✨flavor✨, I just really needed to get a one shot out and now was the only time that I could write something.

They're blowing up our phones, asking where we are

“(y/n)! Are you almost ready, honey?” Chris was sitting by the door, having just finished lacing shoes. His brother, Ava, who was the birthday girl, and his sisters were all texting him and you simultaneously. The party had started half an hour ago but the two of you had gotten so caught up in relaxing, no really, you both were napping. After a long week of work, the party was long forgotten till Carly texted you, making sure everything was okay. You then checked your phone to see that the party had indeed started ten minutes ago, you and Chris running around, your minds completely going wild. So late for the party, you and Chris had used different bathrooms to get ready instead of waiting for turns.

Scott had invited both you and Chris to Ava’s, a mutual friend, birthday. Being polite, you both impulsively agreed to show, not taking the consequences into consideration. That was Monday and now it is Friday night, one you both would’ve loved to peacefully spend inside with each other, not with the company of rowdy people.

Just say we're almost there; we ain't even in the car

“I’m putting on my dress! Just tell them we are on the way!” Frantically, you slipped on the baby-blue, spaghetti strap, midi dress. Sure, everyone at the party would be clothed in flashy and fancy club attire but you could care less. You weren’t trying to impress anyone, you already had a man who loved you so much, even if you wore a trash bag.

Sprinting down the steps, your white kitten heels caught the wood, causing you to slip and fall forward. Unexpectedly a pair of hands caught your waist and you looked up, Chris’s eyes were flooded with concern as you cautiously stepped down to the floor.

I'm never late to the party if I'm late to the party with you

“You both are an hour late!” Scott hurriedly pushed you both through the venue door and into the sea of people, happily partying in the neon colored lights and loud dance music. You wrapped your arm in Chris’s, not wanting to get lost in the mass. Sensing your unease, Chris pulled you closer, pressing a small kiss to your head.

The booming music made it impossible for you to hear a single word from anyone, prompting Chris to lean close to your ear and talk.

“Sorry honey that we missed the party.”

A sullen look coated Chris’s face, like he had ruined your night. You quickly patted his chest, getting on tippy toes to whisper back in his ear.

“We aren’t late to the party, because I’m already here with you.”

In the bright lights, Chris saw your gorgeous eyes twinkle and a short yet cute wink shining back at him. Before he could say anything else, Ava came and swopped you both unwillingly away, towards the packed dance floor. People were laughing and shouting to the lyrics, waking both you and Chris up. Everyone around you was dancing with others, some flirtatiously trying to pick up someone. Women would walk up to Chris but once spotting you, they’d walk away. All you wanted was to spend the night with Chris and not out here, with the two of you on edge. A night with Chris was just enough of a party for you.

Ava had dragged you into the middle of the circle, trapping you both within. Standing on your toes and looking between people, your eyes could spot Chris’s siblings standing by the drink bar and you pulled the uncomfortable man beside you, towards them.

By the time we get there, everybody will be drunk

“About time you guys showed up!” Carly came over to hug you, then switched places with Shanna, embracing Chris.

“You want something to drink!” Even though Scott was yelling, the music made it sound as if he were whispering. Finally deciphering what he had said you turned down the drink, Chris too. From the looks of it, most of the alcohol was long gone, many red cups littering the floors and people’s hands. On the dance floor, people who were dancing were constantly dropping to the floor due to their intoxicated state, making you and Chris giggle just a bit.

The Evans clan was busy talking while Chris bent down to whisper in your ear once more.

“Aren’t you just sooooo glad we came?” Your boyfriend then turned his head so you could whisper back, staying bent so you wouldn't have to reach up.

“As long as I have you, I’m perfectly fine.” At your lovely confession, Chris’s heart fluttered and he straightaway planted a kiss on your cheek, a small snicker leaving your mouth as your shoulders scrunched up at the surprise affection.

Chris knew right there and then that you were the one. You’d always be the one.

The chairs will be on tables and the band will be unplugged

You had only been there for half an hour, the party now well over. The dj’s table had been unoccupied, music stopping, lights were back to their original yellow aura, and the venue workers were setting up some chairs at the bar.

We're gonna look real good, but we're gonna look real rude

From the start, you both knew that showing up late was impolite but it was better to show up than not at all. In your minds, there was no such thing as being late to the party and missing the fun, for you both already had each other and that was enough.

The music may have been stopped, the drinks empty but who needed those things to make a party entertaining when you had your lover?

I'm sorry I'm not sorry that I'm...

Late to the party with you

“We really aren’t missing anything.” Over at the corner table, your friends and family long gone, you and Chris were in your own little world. Currently, Single Ladies was blaring and people were obnoxiously shouting the words, messily dancing along, some forming a line dance. You and Chris just stayed in your little corner, your arms around his neck, his hands at your waist. Softly, your head was laid on his chest as he placed his chin on your resting head. The two of you slowly swayed, not to the beat of the fast song but to your own melody. Looking up at Chris, you placed your lips against his, murmuring a response.

“Nope.”

Chris’s lips then locked with yours in a slow and intimate kiss, the sounds of the party tuned out.

Oh, who needs confetti?

We're already falling into the groove

Soon, the song stopped and a loud pop sounded, awaking you and Chris from your enchanting dance that seemed like daydreaming. The two of you quickly turned to face the dance floor, now seeing the confetti that was falling from the sky. From your view you saw Scott shooting an instagram video with Carly and Shanna, taking use of the confetti overlay. Laughter over came you, and Chris followed your line of sight, chuckling along with you. The Evans were always happy drunks, making the night amusing. Chris recorded the video from your angle, to show Scott later when he’s sober. The way he was dancing was absolutely hilarious, even sober, Scott was a literal comedian. As brothers, the two were always trying to find ways to humiliate each other and you’d just watch, not wanting to become a victim of their pranks and antics.

And who needs a crowd when you're happy at a party for two?

The world can wait

'Cause I'm never late to the party if I'm late to the party with you

Another song came on and the party goers all went back to the dance floor. A perk for you both, the fresh steak and sides were left untouched since most of the crowd went to dance. You and Chris filled your plates to the brim, both laughing at your extreme pigging out. At the table, you two devoured the food while making some small talk, Chris mentioning a new project and you telling of how your cousin was coming next week. Conversations with Chris were always easy, the words just flowing as you both enjoyed each other’s company.

Let's promise when we get in that we'll try to get right out

Fake a couple conversations, make the necessary rounds

Scott, Carly and Shanna came back from dancing, indulging in some food while you and Chris just listened to their chatter having already eaten.

“We are gonna get some drinks, be right back!” Chris hopped up from his seat dragging you along, thoroughly confused.

“Why are we-”

“We aren’t.” You crossed your arms and defiantly looked up at the man.

“Then what are we doing?” It was hard to believe that you weren’t getting drinks as you were literally now standing in front of the bar. Chris bent to whisper in your ear, as the music was still bellowing throughout the venue.

“We are socializing so we can leave.” Chris’s eyebrows raised, proud of his plan. You laughed at his goofy expression, kissing him happily, pulling away with a pucker.

“Mr. Evans, you sir, are a genius!”

With that, you and Chris walked up to the bar, plastering fake smiles on your faces, making small conversations and politely listening to the people that you knew as acquaintances.

These kinda things just turn into "who's leaving here with who?"

But I just want 'em all to see me come in

Late to the party with you

As you talked with people, many of them babbled on about who they’d be leaving with. Most of the people there were envious that you had settled down and had someone who loved you. Walking in with a man who was yours and was loyal, felt powerful. So many of the people here were just running around looking for somebody to love.

Someone who would be their best friend.

Someone who would be there for them.

All of which Chris was for you.

Oh, who needs confetti?

We're already falling into the groove

And who needs a crowd when you're happy at a party for two?

You and Chris soon left the bar going back to the table, his siblings and friends long gone once again. Sitting at the booth you pulled out your phone to show Chris some pictures of Dodger when you dressed him up this morning. Last week you ordered a tuxedo suit for the dog because why not? It was a lightning deal on Amazon okay? Telling the whole story, Chris just cackled then showing you pictures of when Dodger wore a sweater. That dog was so mellow, he’d let you do anything to him.

Times like these may seem stupid to some, but with Chris you could be goofy and domestic. You could send him funny videos and he’d respond. Sometimes he’d call you in the middle of the day with some really cheesy joke to which you tell him “Keep trying”. The two of you had a bond that was hard to explain but that suited you both just right. You were puzzle pieces that came together to make a gorgeous picture.

The world can wait

'Cause I'm never late to the party if I'm late to the party with you

An hour passed and the others were still not back from god knows where. Once you and Chris had finished looking at Dodger pictures and ordering him a hot dog costume, you turned on a movie and shared some earbuds that were in your purse. As per usual, it was a Disney movie, this time Oliver & Company, in honor of beloved Dodger.

Half way through the movie someone tapped you and Chris on the shoulder, the two of you throwing down your headphones and turning your heads, unfortunately in the same direction, definitely not expecting the other to be there. Your foreheads clashed and immediately Chris leaned forward to kiss the forming goose egg, your hands resting on his forehead as you were about to do the same. Chris then leaned back and moved his hands down your face, the two of you just gazed into each other’s eyes, soon breaking out in laughter, mindless of poor Scott who was just awkwardly standing there.

“You two are so cute it's disgusting.” With that Scott just left, forgetting his announcement and going back with Ava to cut some cake. Your laughter stopped and you both watched as Scott jogged away, resuming your giggles before getting up for cake.

Late to the party with you

Oh, who needs confetti?

We're already falling into the groove

And who needs a crowd when you're happy at a party for two?

The world can wait

The other Evans soon came back from socializing and cake, more friends at their sides as they came to sit at the once vacant table with you and Chris. Everyone spoke loudly, buzzed from the drinks in their hand while you and Chris shared a large cup of coffee, trying to stay awake for the sake of others around you.

About ten minutes had passed and Chris’s eyes were drooping, your own twitching from lack of sleep. It was definitely time to go home.

“Sorry guys, but we are gonna call it a night.” You stood from the booth, holding you hand out for the sleepy and now shocked Christopher. Playing along, Chris nodded and bid his siblings and friends goodbye, you doing the same.

On your way out, you grabbed Ava from the bar to wish her goodbye and to give her a small gift. Ironically, on Wednesday, Chris reminded you of said party that was up-coming, which in the long run you both still forgot. That day after work, you picked up a small pendant from Kohl’s, Chris picking up a card on his way home too.

'Cause I'm never late to the party if I'm late to the party with you

Ava solemnly walked you both to the venue’s door, expressing her gratitude but pleading for you to stay.

“But you already missed a lot of the party earlier!”

You looked at Chris, a smile gracing his lips and yours too.

“We didn’t.” A confused look made its way onto the woman’s face. Not wanting to explain, you just politely shook your head, letting her know that it was nothing.

“Happy Birthday, Avie.” Leaving the door, a confused Ava waved at you both, still in a trance, trying to understand your perplexing words.

Unbeknownst to Ava, you and Chris hadn’t missed anything at all. You both didn’t care for the things of the party, you just needed each other.

The car ride back home was silent, yet comfortable. Chris’s hand rested over your thigh as you laid your head on his shoulder. At some point you had nodded off and upon parking in the driveway, Chris placed a kiss on your temple to wake you gently.

Sleepily, you leaned into Chris’s side as you both went to the bedroom, cleaning up and changing into more comfortable clothing. Soon, Dodger joined you and Chris as you all snuggled up in the bed, spending the remaining hours of the day in the loving hold of your boyfriend.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Finally content, you and Chris laid in each other’s arms, both of your presences just enough to make the night enjoyable.

No, I'm never late to the party if I'm late to the party with you

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theres-a-fine-line-fic · 7 years

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Chapter Thirty Eight- I Hope I Can Show You What I Mean

Hi guys! I'm sorry, I know this is late again. I'm still working 12 hour shift in work and my "days off" are being spent working behind the bar, so it has been really difficult trying to find time to actually sit down and start writing/editing/posting. I'm so sorry, hopefully everything will slow down soon, but I really appreciate everyone who is still reading/commenting. You guys are amazing! _______________________________________

I was rudely awoken by a murmuring in my right ear. At first, I couldn't quite make it out. It kind of sounded like he was talking to Tyler or someone, before he muttered something that was much easier to make out.

"Ava, take you as my wife..."

That was enough to cause my eyes to jolt wide open. Had he really been dreaming of getting married? I mean... Woah.

As the fog of sleep began to wear off, my brain finally registered the warmth circulating around my face, realising my face was nuzzled fully into the crook of Josh's neck. I couldn't fully enjoy it though, as I began to feel a cramp in my side from the position I had been lying in the whole night. I desperately needed to stretch to rid the dull ache.

I figured whilst I was awake, I might as well leave Josh on the couch sleeping and start making the breakfast for everyone. I crept off the couch making sure the blanket was still covering Josh and shoved a pillow into his side so he wouldn't notice I was missing.

I heard Josh whisper a little "I do", as I left the room. That justified my initial assumption, of course he was dreaming of marriage again. I couldn't help the little sigh that left my lips. It wasn't a bad sigh, maybe we would get there one day, but for now taking things slow... slower, was the plan. It was about time that we stopped rushing through every step and racing towards the finish line, and started to focus on enjoying everything. Even the little things.

We had fallen asleep last night, cuddled up, kissing and hold hands like a couple of kids. Completely different to when we had first started spending time together. There was no rushing, no trying carefully not to be seen. Just having fun and not worrying or over thinking everything.

I took a few minutes to stretch out my body, a couple of uncomfortable cracks echoed around the kitchen. It reminded me of back when Josh and I were still sharing a bunk bed, cramped together. Every morning, I would wake up and stretch for about a solid 10 minutes, just trying to ease the stiffness from my limbs. Stretching wasn't a bad habit to get into, even if the awkward sleeping arrangement wasn't a good habit!

I grabbed a couple of ingredients from the fridge and began setting everything up. I opened Spotify, playing the music quietly so as to not wake Josh. The last few days had been an emotional roller coaster for both of us. He was surely emotionally exhausted by now, he didn't need to be physically exhausted too. I wanted him to sleep on for at least a little while longer, assuming he had time to do so.

Checking the time on my phone, it dawned on me that it was half past 10. Jenna and Tyler would be over at 11am again, so there wasn't much time before our guests arrived. I sent a short response to Jenna's dress code text.

Hey, don't get dressed up, sweats and pjs is the dress code, seeing as Josh is still asleep! If Tyler is still sleeping naked, please make sure he puts clothes on for brunch!!! Hot coffee spills would hurt!! Xx

I had to remind Jenna of the night that Josh was due to propose. When we had walked over to their hotel room to drop doughnuts off for Jenna and Tyler, Tyler had answered the door completely naked, hidden only by the door. Of course, Jenna only stated this the next day, and then tried to cover it up by saying they were about to go to sleep and that he just didn't wear anything to bed. Even Mark rolled his eyes and laughed at Jenna's naivety, as if we would believe that! I started to set the dining room table with plates, cutlery and different juices ready for their arrival. It would be good to see Tyler again, as I hadn't seen him since the flight back home. In fact, I hadn't really spoken to him at all. He had tried to reach out to me with no avail when I was trying to avoid the world.

Hopefully he wouldn't be too mad at me.

The short message tone echoing against the marble worktop alerted me that Jenna had texted back. Unlocking my screen to read the message, I let out a little laugh.

Sooooo funny. Not! Besides that was one time!! I hope you're making moka pot coffee to make up for being cheeky! ;) Xx

I took a step back, leaning against the counter, and thinking. Why is it that Josh has sweet dreams, and yet, I had still been having the twisted dreams. Flashbacks of the Mexico show still echoed in my mind as I slept every night, punctuated only by the cries of a child.

I sighed again, this time it was a bad sigh. I just wanted this to stop. Jenna had called me a couple of time since the intervention with Ashley, every time she called she asked how I was sleeping.

So far, Jenna had been the person who I'd been confiding in the most. She had even suggested considering seeing a therapist and going to church a little more to see if it would help make me feel better. Or at the very least, rest my mind a little bit.

I had certainly considered it. There was many a sleepless night where I had lain in bed, staring at the sleep wondering if it would help. To be honest, at this stage I was willing to try anything. I'd even opened up to Josh in the hopes that it would help improve things. It was good knowing that someone else understood what I was going through and felt the same. Maybe family therapy was a good idea after all? I made a mental note to remember to bring it up to Josh later.

Shaking the thoughts from my head, I finished chopping the fresh fruit to make a salad and placed the cinnamon loaf in the oven to heat it through. As I stood up straight again, I felt a pair of arms wrapped around my waist.

"Mornin' honey" Josh muttered in a deep and raspy voice as he nuzzled his face into my hair, snuffling softly, assuming I wouldn't notice. I loved his "just woke up" voice.

"Morning love. You know, I do notice when you sniff my hair you creep." I teased, biting my lip trying not to openly giggle. I could feel his shoulders shrug a little from behind, as Josh made absolutely no effort to make an excuse or hide his actions.

"Can't help it. Smells good." I laughed a little at this. Okay, so he was very cute and that comment definitely earned him points for honesty!

"True, it's the Aussie Miracle Moist again." Josh turned me around in his arms until I was facing him fully again, before he pressed his nose into my hair once more.

"Smells like bubblegum, I'm going to use it later. Then I'll smell pretty too." I rolled my eyes a little, laughing as he pulled back just enough to smile at me.

"You say that every time love!" the Spotify playlist began to play from the beginning again. Hands To Myself by Selena Gomez played softly until Josh turned up the volume, setting my phone into the speaker system.

"Maybe I have this dance M'lady?" He rested one hand on my lower back as I wrapped one hand around the back of Josh's neck and placed the other on his waist. I was still trying to be careful not to hurt his shoulder. Josh was doing much better, but he was certainly nowhere near one hundred percent healed just yet.

Josh sang along happily, serenading me as we waltzed about the kitchen. I'm sure we looked silly, but it was a sweet moment and we were both enjoying ourselves. Between the smiles and the kisses, Josh spun us both around in a little circle as I tried to match his footsteps.

Josh bent me backwards as we were spinning, my hair almost grazing the cold tiled floor. It was a move like you would see in a Fred and Ginger film. Josh was certainly a little charmer and romantic too!

The abrupt sound of laughter echoed around the room, causing Josh and I to look over towards the door, where we were greeted by Tyler and Jenna. Tyler was almost bent over double from laughing so hard at us, while Jenna was shaking a little from trying to hide her giggles behind her hands and make it less obvious. Josh was the first to respond, tilting me back up right.

"Oh, uh, we weren't expecting you just yet, I guess we were getting carried away?"

"You know you really need to learn to start locking your front door! Didn't living in London make you paranoid about locking your door?" Tyler waved his arms and gestured, trying to emphasise his point. I shrugged a little in response before replying.

"No, that was half of the excitement! Besides, I always liked making new friends!"

I was waiting for Tyler to give me a lecture for my joke when I saw a quizzical look cross his face, as he looked just over my shoulder. I turned following his eyes, noticing both Jenna and Josh were missing. Tyler and I noticed the pot of coffee had disappeared and quickly followed the scent, walking into the living room.

Josh had commandeered the coffee pot, pouring it in to two giant Sports Direct mugs from back home. He and Jenna both looked up, a slightly guilty look on his face.

"Sorry, I figured you and Tyler could make a fresh pot while you got caught up! Jenna and I are ready to fall asleep so we called first dibs."

Jenna nodded as she cupped the huge mug in both hands, breathing in the heavenly scent. "If you have any syrup that would be great too!"

Tyler held his hand against my lower back, nudging me a little. "C'mon, we really should talk about everything while we have time."

I nodded and let him lead the way back to the kitchen, empty coffee pot in hand. _______________________________________ As always, let me know what you think!

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