Unexpected (A Chris Hemsworth Fanfiction)

Chapter 8: Invisibility Wears Off

The next week...

"Isn't your name, Perry?" a voice came from behind me.

I turned and dropped my water when I laid my eyes upon the figure I needed to see but made no effort to contact: Chris Hemsworth.

"Sorry if I startled you," he kneeled down and picked up my water bottle. I was grabbing some towels.

"It's okay," I said. "What do you want?"

"I've been meaning to talk to you, but I haven't been able to find you," he told me.

I replied, "I was sick."

Chris nodded, "I know. I wanted to talk to you about that  night."

    I pretended to act stupid, "Mr. Hemsworth, I have no idea what you're talking about. Now if you excuse me, I have work to do."

"Yes, you do!' he yelled at me.

I turned around and my jaw dropped, "Is that the way your mother taught you how to talk to a lady?"

"Don't bring my mum into this...No. It's just...It's just," Chris trailed off.

"It's just what?" I asked with a bite in my voice.

"Sorry,: He sighed, "I don't want you getting the wrong idea about me."

"Wrong idea?" I was confused.

   Then he said, "Please join me for dinner at the hotel where the cast is staying. I'm sure you know where that is."

I nodded, "The Plaza."

"Please join me. I need to explain."

  Then I thought, the timing was perfect to tell him about 'the news'. 

"I'll come," I gave in. "Only for a limited amount of time and there can be no funny business," I told him.

He nodded awkwardly, "No funny business."

"When should I arrive?"

"Filming ends at six right?"

"Yes."

"Meet me in my room at seven."

"See you then."

"Please do come."

"I will."

"Okay. Bye."

We parted ways only to be sealed together forever.

    My mind was racing, my heart was beating fast, and my right hand clung to my sleeve as I stared at the daunting building that was the Plaza Hotel. To think, I once saw this place in such a  positive light. This represented the wholesome goodness of my childhood. All those fun feel good movies I loved and still do that mentioned the Plaza gave me a nostalgia. My family dined here together a lot when Edward, Erika, and I were kids.

   Whether it from movies or my life; the Plaza gave me a warm feeling. However, this visit was cold and full of uncertainty.

"You just have to tell him," I told myself.

   That's harder than you think. The words that would be said were terrifying to some.

As I was no fortune teller and I didn't put stock in them anyhow, all the statements strung in my brain came down to: I didn't even know this guy! Would he run for the hills? Or see this through? I was frightened. I didn't feel strong, but I had to be. I took a deep breath and marched right in.

   The people running the desk asked about my business at the hotel.

I replied, "I'm dining with the man in Room 15 on the fifth floor. If he still wishes to."

They called Chris and finally replied after agonizing minutes, "He's ready to see you, Miss."

   I nodded and headed to the elevator. I shakily pressed the button of the elevator. It gave me a cheerful 'ding!'. Thankfully it was empty and I collected my thoughts further. All I would do was choke on my words and this piece of news needed to be understood.

   The fifth floor was a quick stop and I searched for the dreaded Room 15. I exhaled like I did too many times before. Chris opened it.

   "You came," he said in shock.

"I told you I would," I stated.

"Right," Chris nodded.

   He seemed nervous. I'd always seen him with the aura of calm and joking about everything. In this moment, he had lost all that. He seemed like a different person.

   "I ordered a bolognese since I didn't know what you'd like, Perry," he gestured to the tray on the desk.

I said, "I'm not very hungry right. But thank you, Mr. Hemsworth."

    "Okay," he sat down on the edge of his bed. The bed. Where all of what I at first thought were my problems. "You can take a seat if you like."

"I'm fine."

"Alright," Chris took a breath. "So about that night."

   I looked down at my palms as he spoke.

"I don't know what happened and I don't want to know. But I'd like to apologize because I have never done that with someone and not talked to them afterwards. That was very inappropriate. And I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too."

"Do you have anything you'd like to say?"

   I gazed at him and then back at my palms, "Well actually...There's something I have been meaning to tell you about that night."

"What about it?" Chris asked. I'm sorry my love, but men can be quite thick. You were then and less so now fortunately. "What do you need to tell me?"

I began to choke on my words, "Well...I...Umm...I'm..."

"You're what?"

"I'm...I'm..." I couldn't breathe.

"You're what?! Tell me right now, Perry!" Chris pounded his fist against the left side end table and stood up.

In a muted voice I replied, "I'm pregnant."

   He placed a hand to his mouth, turned his back to me, and in a quieter tone, "What did you just say?"

At a louder frequency and standing I answered with confidence, "I'm pregnant."