Blind Lover

High in the Sky

Hey guys. Quick announcement you need to know. Chapter nine was a lot longer ,but unfortunately didn't update the whole thing so sorry. I hope that doesn't stop you from reading ,and please, please, review. It honestly makes my day and gives my inspiration to write more.

His Grantaire looked so peaceful.

Enjoras strided over and shook Grantaire slightly before frowning. Shivers ran through Grantaire uneasily. He felt Taire's forehead and began to worry.

A fever.

Sighing, Enjolras scooted next to Grantaire and placed Nick's head in his lap. He allowed himself a small smile.

Now was not the time to get distracted.

He subconciously ran his fingers through those dark smooth curls.

Now was not the time to get distracted.

His hand caressed Taire's face.

Now was not the time to get distrac-

Grantaire sleepily grabbed Enjolras' hand and entertwined their fingers.

Enjolras was distracted.

*Officially the start of chapter Ten*

        "...Grantaire...wake up," Enjolras coaxed softly, medicine and a glass of coffee already prepared in his hand for the sick man. Earlier before he had to sadly leave Taire's side and prepare a suitcase. As much as Enjolras would have loved to place more formal attire in the suitcase he stuck with Grantaire's usual clothing which consisted of t-shirts, sweatshirts,jeans, and the occasional beanie. 

        "Wha...Enjolras!" Grantaire arose from his sleeping state in shock. Immediately he sat up, suddenly overwhelmed with dizziness. Enjolras bit his lip.

        "You have a fever. I already have your suitcase ready. And. Well. We are running late," Enjolras stammered.  Grantaire chuckled slightly as he took the pills from Enjolras and swallowed them with ease. Enjolras furrowed his eyebrows slightly as Grantaire got up and fumbled with his coat.

"What's so funny?" Enjolras huffed as he helped Grantaire with his coat. Taire grinned slightly and looked at the taller man,

        "You're late." Enjolras raised an eyebrow and pulled him closer. Grantaire tensed slightly at the close distance as Enjolras smiled.

        'Taire stuttered, "Why are you smiling?" At this Enjolras came closer to Grantaire's face,mere inches away. Tare had a slight feverish look but along with something else. Admiration. Lust. Love. Longing. Enjolras whispered,

        "You're blushing." He turned around quickly, shocked that he had flirted with Grantaire...shocked that he had almost kissed Gra-

        "Well, I have a fever," mumbled Grantaire to cover up his blush. Enjolras' face fell slightly. No one could love him. He shook that out of his head and picked up Taire's suitcase.

        "Still late. Let's go. We have a plane to catch." Grantaire watched as Enjolras left and sighed to himself before following his lover. 

        "Flight 246.01 leaving in five minutes"

        Enjolras silently cursed as he and Grantaire ran through the airport. Huffing, Grantaire struggled to keep up and maintain his balance. Enjolras peered over his shoulder and grabbed Grantaire's wrist, right above the cast while they ran. 

        "Enjolras, you're late!" Courfeyrac chuckled as the two breathless men boarded the plan with not a second wasted. Grantaire looked down guiltily, knowing it was his fault. Enjolras straightened his shoulders and let go of Grantaire's wrist. He went to sit with Courfeyrac but Gavroche launched himself in that seat with a grin. 

        Fortunately, there were two seats in front of Jehan and Combeferre. Enjolras motioned to the seats and Grantaire followed silently. They sat in silence as the plane got ready to take off. Awkwardly, they listened to Jehan and Combeferre who sounded like a married couple on their honeymoon. Both had challenged each other to see whom can take the best pictures of the trip,

        Enjolras resisted the urge to scold them since they're only going to run away ,and they still have work to do. However, as he peered at Grantaire who was gazing out the window he decided not to.  

        He swallowed thickly as the plane lifted off and uncomfortabley fidgeted in his seat. Grantaire glanced at Enjolras questioningly. Did their fearless leader fear flying? His cynical smile soon disappeared as he saw the fear in Enjolras' eyes. 

        The blonde man looked away in embarrassment. Grantaire then rummaged through his coat pocket and produced his phone and headphones. He nudge Enjolras and handed him an earbud. A look of confusion passed through Enjolras before he gratefully accepted it. Awkwardly, Grantaire pulled out his playlist with his none broken hand and pressed play. Ejolras hummed softly surprised at how tranquil Taire's music was. 

        Grantaire held in a yawn and glanced between the windowsill and Enjolras' shoulder. He decided he would blame the fever and placed his head on Enjolras' shoulder. Enji tensed for a second and then relaxed. Grantaire fell asleep with a small smile. 

        After ten minutes Enjolras was tired and decided to turn off Grantaire's phone to save battery. When he saw the playlist curiosity overwhelmed his. There were many songs that said by Me. So curiousity made him check the songs and he gasped as he heard Grantaire's rich voice sing. He peered at the sleeping man and softly smiled. Yawning, he placed his head on Taire's and closed his eyes. 

        "Jehan, taking pictures of the window-"

        "sshh"

        "Jehan"

        "Be quiet, Combeferre."

        Jehan!-" Jehan pointed to Enjolras and Grantaire and grinned.

        "I ship it," Jehan smiled.

Combeferre scoffed, "t's not going to last."

Jehan glared and then smiled sweetly, " We should play match makers." Combeferre almost argued before seeing Enjolras and Grantaire snuggle closer. He grinned and stood up to take a picture of him. 

        "Deal."