Part of Your World:A Chris Evans FanFiction

20.

Chris has booked as a suite at the Plaza. An actual suite at the Plaza. I was simultaneously so angry at him spending so much money and completely out of my mind floored that we were staying in a freaking suite in the freaking Plaza.

The bell boy had just left our room. I turned on Chris. "What the fuck? What the actual fuck, Chris?" I yelled. "This must be costing you a fortune! I told you not to spend much money on my gift."

"For starters. Calm the fuck down, Emily." Chris said, flopping down into one of the golden, Edwardian Sofas. "Look, I know I'm not the richest man on the planet or anything, but I have enough money to afford two nights at the Plaza without needing to worry about it. And also, I'm here too okay? This isn't just a present for you."

"I'm sorry, it's just. Oh my god." I sighed and dragged my hands down my face. "I bought you a cricket set."

"Come here." He said patting his lap. I went and sat down on his knee. "Please listen to me, now. If I spend money on you, it's because I can, and I enjoy doing it. I don't need to worry about that kind of thing much. I'm not about to go out and buy you a house or a new BMW. I couldn't do that if I wanted to. But when I can do something like this, which I know you will enjoy, can you just let me do it, please? I know you can't afford to buy the same things as I can. I don't expect you to. And when you criticize me for it, it kind of makes me feel like shit."

"Okay, Jeez." I started fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. He brought his hand to my face and caressed the line of my jaw.

"Want to go get pizza?" He asked me.

"Actual proper New York pizza?"

"Well, duh."

* * * * *

After we'd finished eating the amazingly delicious and greasy pizza from a grimy little pizza shop a few blocks away from the hotel we decided to go for a walk in Central Park. We ducked past all the vendors at the gate selling shirts or pedal car and handsome cab rides, and headed into the leafy cool of the Park. It was just after four, and there were tourists everywhere. Couples like us holding hands, families running to the playground, people jogging. Yet somehow the park was this peaceful quiet place holding the sounds of New York out.

"Where do you want to go?" Chris asked me.

"I don't know. I didn't really have a lot of time to think about this. I can't even remember what's supposed to be in Central Park. That Alice in Wonderland statue?"

Chris wrinkled his nose. "It's kind of a long walk from here. Probably should go back out and catch the subway up a few stops."

I shook my head. "Balto?"

"You want to see Balto?"

I nodded.

"You're going to come all the way to New York, go to Central Park and you want to go see a statue of a dog?"

"Yes?"

"Alright then. We'll go see Balto."

It was actually a bit of a walk to Balto from where we were anyway. On the way we passed a carousel which I made Chris ride with me. I would also stop every now and again and take photos of things that caught my eye. We came over the rise of a hill and I saw the statue. It was up on a huge rock above the path, and there was a group of people standing around the base of him taking photos.

"It's him!" I squealed, and skipped down the hill to join the group.

The group of tourists moved on as Chris caught up to me. "You need to take my photo with him." I said, handing him my camera.