Part of Your World:A Chris Evans FanFiction

21.

  The rest of our time in New York was spent being a disgustingly in love young couple. We were constantly touching each other, stealing kisses, gazing at each other longingly. We went to the Museum of Modern Art as planned. I got stupidly excited in the Andy Warhol exhibition. At Starry Night I actually felt a little giddy. And when we got to Water Lilies I sat down on the bench in front of it, lent my head of Chris' shoulder and we just sat there like that, drinking it in.

I enjoyed Wicked so much. Chris had already seen it, and he spent most of the show watching me.

The following day we flew back to LA. Chris had a car waiting for us, and it dropped me at my place. I felt really sad, all of a sudden. I had been with Chris constantly over the last week and a bit, going home and being by myself suddenly hurt me in the weird way that I didn't expect.

I took a few days on my own to get back to my normal every day work life, but Chris was leaving in less that four weeks, and we wanted to make the most of the time we could spend together this month. So on a lazy Saturday morning we were lying in bed together, just reading, or talking. Always with at least one hand on each others skin.

His phone rang.

"Brad! What's up buddy?" He said picking it up. "Seriously?" He pushed away from me and stood up, pacing the room. "She said she'd move it for me? That's great. I still don't know. It's such a commitment. I just – I can't." He hung up and climbed back into bed. I wrapped my arms around him.

"Do you think I should take the Captain America thing?" He asked me.

"Was that what the phone call was about?"

"Yeah, they said if I wanted Captain America, they'd push filming forward for 'What's Your Number' so I could do both."

"Fuck." I said. "You'd be away for so long."

"Yeah, you're right, I can't say yes." He groaned, pushing me off him.

"I didn't say that. We could make it work. It would be exciting, wouldn't it?"

He groaned again, and rubbed his eyes. "It would change everything, Em. Everything. It's a six film commitment. And given it's already successful, I'd be making those six films, even if they do end up being complete turds. If it's good, and popular, I lose my life. We can't just go out to dinner any more. We can't go hang out at the beach. I'll be hounded constantly. If it's shit, I have to just keep making these piece of shit films over, and over, and go on press tours and try and sell them. Thinking about it makes me feel sick."

I lay back down snuggling into him. "Well, whatever choice you make, I'll support you."

"Thank you." He kissed my head. "Might be harder to say that when paparazzi are hounding you because they want pictures of your baby bump because I said yes."

I laughed and poked him in the side "My baby bump?"

"I mean ... fuck ..." He rolled over and pinned me to the mattress by my wrists. "Emily, I have a secret for you. I am in love with you, and sometimes I think about our future together."

"Really? I was just banging you until someone better came along. This is awkward."

He started tickling me, which turned into a wrestling match. I loved how he would start letting me win, I would have him pinned down, but then suddenly he'd have me in a position where I literally couldn't move against him.

I was pinned under him now, pressed into the mattress face down, one arm twisted behind my back, the other above my head, his whole weight against me.