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𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗵𝗮
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" 𝕾hit, I think I'm gonna be sick".

Jacob clasps a hand over his mouth and scurries over to the bathroom hallway of the club leaving a giggling Darlene, slightly tipsy Timothée and a very very sober Tom alone in their booth.

"He's not gonna let me sleep tonight, is he?", Tom mumbles grabbing what seemed to be his third glass of soda.

They'd all been excited to let loose for a night but Tom, as always, had been reluctant to let himself lose control in an unfamiliar setting.

Especially in a completely different country.

Suffice to say, there had been an unspoken agreement between all four of them — Tom would very strongly suggest that he had no say in the matter, Darlene bullied him into it — that the irritated brunet was to be their babysitter for the night.

"I suggest you spoon him to sleep. He'll pass out in seconds", Darlene breathes out cuddling against Timothée with a lopsided grin.

Tom scowls taking note of her words as well as her close proximity to the boy seated right opposite to him.

"Why don't you spoon him?".

She shrugs snatching Timothée's glass from his hand which earns her a string of whiny protests.

Despite his pouting face practically shoved right into her line of sight, Darlene downs the alcohol coughing and snickering as the effects take over her.

"She's a lightweight, you idiot. Keep all drinks away from her", Tom's eyes widen as he attempts to grab Jacob's leftover drink out of Darlene's reach.

"How was I supposed to know?", Timothée slurs settling back comfortably against the leather and pulling a very happy Darlene into his side.

She hums resting her head on his shoulder and stares at Tom's narrowed gaze through hazy eyes.

Tom shakes his head with a sigh.

"No more drinks for you. I'm not letting you get alcohol poisoning", he throws her a sharp glance before ushering the bartender to bring along a few glasses of water.

"You're so boring. Let me have fun. I deserve this", she complains stretching up to sniff at a visibly amused Timothée's hair.

"Your hair smells like chocolate. How?", she pulls back, eyes lit up with a childlike curiosity.

Timothée laughs at the sight of the adorable look on her face, and ruffles his hair as he tilts his head back looking at her with a faint smile.

"It's my shampoo".

"Can I get the brand and flavour?".

He erupts into a fit of laughter, her loud giggles following right after. They seem to be in their own little bubble, away from the loud music of the night club and the scrutinising gaze of their friend.

Timothée leans forward, his breath fanning over her face.

He watches her eyes go wide with surprise and excitement — and maybe a little bit of nervousness sprinkled right in there but we don't talk about that — and his lips stretch into a small smirk.

His face gets closer, her eyes droop ever so slightly and she bites her lip glancing down at his mouth.

The drunken haze feels so misguiding that they're almost jumping with anticipation at the excitement of what could possibly happen if they decided to let themselves go for just a tiny second.

"What do I get in return?", he whispers into her ear feeling her breathing start to pace up due to their extremely close proximity.

She feels his warm breath all over her neck, the side of her cheek as it collides with her skin inadvertently rising sweat drops at the back of her neck.

Swallowing, she looks at him pull back with a curious smile.

His beauty is undeniable, she's obviously attracted to him. She can easily find herself imagining what his rosy lips must feel like.

She can, even more easily, find herself get lost in a spell when he looks at her with that dreamlike green gaze of his which stares back at her with a drunken intensity so strong that she has to restrain herself from getting lost in them.

But there's something nagging at her from the back of her mind.

She can't quite place the feeling but she knows who it yearns for.

So rather than reply with something flirty and sarcastic, she dumbly rubs the back of her neck.

"I can bake you cookies", she mutters painting on a polite smile.

Timothée laughs a genuine laugh and pokes her nose with his index finger.

"You're so cute".

Smiling, she turns away only to catch Tom's eyes carefully surveying her reaction.

"Bathroom", she throws her thumb behind her and walks deep into the corridor, all the way near the emergency exit.

With the red neon 'EXIT' sign glowing bright in the little corner she's perched against the wall of, she pulls out her phone and scrolls through her contacts settling on the one name that her heart's been chanting on an echo all evening.

Chuckling to herself, she hits the call button and throws her head back pulling her arms tight around her body.

The ring goes on for half a minute before switching right to voice-mail.

Though she hadn't really decided what she'd say even if she were leaving a voice-mail, the alcohol in her system seems to wash a peculiar form of confidence all over her.

"Coucou. Tu dors? Désolé si je t'ai réveillé . . . . je viens d'appeler pour dire que mon français est meilleur que le tien et nous nous amusons tellement", she giggles quietly.

"J'aimerais que tu sois là quoique, um, ouais. Au revoir! Je t'aime".

Quickly, she hangs up and exhales a loud sigh leaning against the wall for support.

She's not sure he'll call back but if he does, wouldn't it be just so perfect to hear his soft voice again after all this time?

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ok so
1. harry's a 3x grammy winner now omfg i'm so proud i am genuinely about to sob i love this man sm it's unhealthy 🥹

2. THE HAYLOR CONTENT HAS ME SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP THEY'RE EVERYTHING TO ME

3. i know how much we all collectively, as a fandom, hate 'coucou' ( ptsd tbf ) but for my babies' sake we're gonna pretend it's smthg we all like
anyways here's the translation ( i changed it obvs bc the og one legit doesn't make any sense + i've only had 4 years of unfruitful french learning so google helped w this, any native speakers pls forgive me if i've completely slaughtered your language i swear i didn't mean any harm 👎 )

"hello, you asleep? sorry if i woke you up i just called to say my french is better than yours and we are having so much fun though i wish you were here, um yeah. bye, i love you"