taron egerton x you series

pt 1

"im gonna explore for a little!" you yell to Madeline and Lily from behind your door.

lacing up your shoes, madeline teases back, "if you meet any cute boys, save one for me! you aren't allowed to be selfish this time."

"none for me. if jay saw that i even breathed the same oxygen as another boy, you both know i'd get slaughtered," lily points out. typical her. bringing her boyfriend into any conversation possible. or sometimes impossible.

"yea. right. got it." you reply as you stand and swipe the dog hairs off your black leggings. you think, "i'm glad i brought dixie, but does she have to ruin my lululemon?".

you jingle the leash for dixie, and, like magic, she appears out of no where and wiggles back and forth, dancing as a form of begging for your walk.

"okay guys. i'll be back soon. if i'm not back by 6 assume i got murdered," you say. the ongoing joke of you and your friends getting murdered out here is lighthearted but can sometimes spark your anxiety up if you let it.

"sounds good. enjoy. and remember: dibs on hot guys." madeline calls as you shut the door.

you inhale the cool air. it's like god knew that you needed a weekend off. a weekend off with close friends, a secluded cabin, a beautiful lake, and perfectly cool weather.
your feet crunch gravel stones against each other. the sound would be drowned out normally by taxis and people screaming. new york is anything but relaxing. but here, the gravel is covered by the songs of cicadas and crickets.
setting off, you begin to realize that practically no one else is in this area that you're aware of.

"dixie come here!" you call her back from her end of the leash, unclipping it to let her run wild. you keep a close eye on her, but let your mind wander.
you hum an elton john song, only singing the lyrics in your head. singing is a gift you've always been envious of, especially when someone is singing the same song and doing it better.

like right now.

you stop humming.

dixie keeps running ahead on the road. turns block the rest of the road, with her soon out of sight.

"dixie!!!" you shout. you're not concerned about her safety, but that she shouldn't get dirty in the lake again.

"dixie come back!! here, girl!!!" you yell as you pick up your speed.
you've passed a few other cabins, but all of the rest seem to be vacant.
this cabin is inhabited by a black range rover though. you hear the clink tink of her collar and follow it to find her wriggling in between the legs of a man sitting down on a chair swing.

"good girl! now what's your name, eh? did you run-" the man turns toward you. he's not your type, but this might need to be an exception. he has a royal blue baseball cap on with Rocketman in bold across the front. a beige tshirt is loose around his torso as he stands, but remains tight around his biceps. his black shorts speak true to their name, only going down to his mid quads, exposing a sharp line of muscle on each leg. he is wearing birkenstocks; something you normally hate on men, but his confidence makes it work somehow.

"oh! i'm sorry, is this dog yours?" he asks, approaching you. he speaks with a british accent.
madeline is gonna freak when you tell her you met a european guy.

it takes you a second to register what he said.

feeling like an idiot, you quickly respond, "oh...er...yea. that's dixie. she's not mine, but, uh, she's my friends mom-i mean dog.".
wow. did you really just sound that stupid in front of this guy. you slap your forehead in an exasperated motion.

he laughs, "so you know who i am, huh?"

"oh, sorry...but i uhh don't think that i do." it's true. were you supposed to know him? shit. you were never good at placing a face to a name anyway.

"really?" hot-guy-you-should-know-but-don't questions. he raises one of his sharp eyebrows and widens his eyes to make him look like a theatrical pirate of some sorts. a hot pirate, of course. god, what are you thinking?!

"yea, truly. if it makes you feel better, i'm awful with names anyway..." you laugh.
he smiles and your heart rattles. so hearts rattle now?! when meeting an amazingly hot guy, you suppose that's true. his eyes show kindness and you are drawn in.
"well, im taron." he says gently.