Origins

Lock Up: Elliana and Pierre

It's been a while since I updated here, so here's another origin story for our other pairs 😉

Enjoy!

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What I love most about Coachella isn't the artistic venue nor the fact that it's a weekend filled with music, partying, and getting drunk.

It's how I get to forget about being Elliana King and no one gives a damn as well.

I'm just Elle— here to have fun and spend time with my friends.

Going to Coachella with some of the drivers meant that being recognized was inevitable, but I'm grateful that I'm not the most famous one here. Most of the people we pass by would stare openly at Valentine and then the drivers. We've got a third of them here and almost all of them had a huge fanbase.

"You're such a fanboy." I grinned at Pierre as we all stood by the right side of the stage, waiting for Harry Styles to come on.

"If that's anything but a compliment, this friendship is over."

"Stop overreacting." I rolled my eyes at him and lightly bumped his chest with my shoulder. The boys were surrounding us to keep the crowd from pushing and toppling us over. "It was definitely a compliment."

Pierre spent the entire set singing— more like screaming— near my ear. He was easy to hang out with and is definitely an extrovert. Sometimes, I wonder why Valentine didn't go for it with him because let's face it, Pierre is gorgeous. He knows it and everyone else does too. There's something about his confidence that only makes him more handsome but it isn't bad enough for people to think that all he cares about is his looks.

My feet were killing me by the end of the night. We had to walk to the parking lot where the car was waiting for us and you could see that everyone else couldn't wait to crash on their bed. I was walking at the back end of the group since my decision to wear boots tonight was definitely not the best. I wish I could just walk barefoot here but that's not exactly the best idea.

"You alright there?" Pierre asked when he fell into step beside me. His hair was a mess from all the dancing we did earlier and the first two buttons of his shirt was open.

"No." I groaned, pouting my lips as we continued to walk forward. "Mind dragging me to the car? I feel like my feet are dying."

Pierre chuckled before grabbing my arm and making me stop. Before I know it, he's crouching in front of me, fingers lightly brushing my legs. "Come on." I smiled, placing my arms by his shoulders before wrapping my legs around his waist. Pierre stood up and made sure I was secure on his back before he began walking.

"Thanks, Pierre." I mumbled, leaning my chin on his shoulder and feeling his cheek brush against mine when he turned his head to smile at me.

"No problem, Elle."

We started out the next day a bit late since I don't think any of us expected how tiring spending the entire night in Coachella would be. Daniel and Heidi were out by the pool when I woke up and I sent them a wave before I headed down to the kitchen to get something to eat. I can't cook so I'm beyond thankful that someone decided to buy some cereal, grabbing the box before pulling out a bowl and carton of milk.

I was in the middle of eating my cereal when Pierre walked in and my eyes widened upon seeing he wasn't wearing a shirt. "Good morning." He mumbled, obviously still sleepy, and I only managed to hum a reply in return.

I thought I was totally done for until Pierre turned his back on me to inspect the contents of the fridge.

Holy shit.