Ta Fête (Stromae Fanfiction)

12: Quand C'est?

Dimitri's P.O.V.
A month passed since Andrea broke up with Paul and it has been the hardest month for Paul I've ever seen. He was constantly wasted, aggressive, sad.... It wasn't easy seeing him like this, nor was it easy seeing Andrea in the state she was in either.
If it wasn't for Florian helping her through this I don't know what would become of her just like if I wouldn't have been helping Paul, I don't know what he would've done.

Yesterday he had a show and he was trying his hardest to keep himself together during the whole concert, but during 'Formidable' he broke down. He could barely get out the lyrics... It even made me emotional seeing him bent over like that, singing the chorus of the song with a crack in his voice before dropping the mic and just turning around, holding back his tears as hard as he could. Luckily for the crowd, they thought it was part of the song, but we knew it wasn't. Andrea didn't go to the concert, but if she would've...

I heard Paul downstairs, shuffling around so I walked downstairs to see him with a drink in hand.

"It's 7 in the morning, Paulo. Don't start, please." I said, taking the drink from his hand

"Fuck off." He muttered, taking the glass back

"Hey, watch your tone." I said with a small scoff, watching him take a sip of whatever he was drinking

"Okay, dad." He said, taking another sip

"You know what, Paul? I've had it. I can't remember the last time you were actually sober or even a bit kind to anyone. Andrea broke up with you, that's terrible, but it doesn't give you a right to treat everyone around you like shit." I said and then he scoffed, pouring himself another glass

"Enough!" I said, taking it from him once again

He took a step towards me, looking at me through his bloodshot eyes.

"What are you going to do, fight me?" I added, pouring the drink down the sink.

He took a step back, going to the fridge and pulled out a beer

"Paul, stop! I know you're hurting, I know... Just talk to her because you can't stay like this any longer unless you want to drink yourself to death." I said, sighing a bit

"She doesn't want to talk to me." He said, taking a drink

"Deep down she does..." I said and then he raised his head, setting his drink down on the table

"What do you mean?" He said

"I was talking to Florian the other day... She barely sleeps and when she does it's because she downed a few pills of melatonin... She can't sleep without you, Paul. Florian told me she needs your half of the bed to be full of pillows and blankets so it at least resembles a person because she can't sleep without you beside her. Florian has even had to get into bed with her and lay with her until she fell asleep. She still hasn't told her mother you two broke up, either... He even told me that there's one of your sweatshirts she forgot to give you that's still at her house that she keeps in her closet. She's barely hungry anymore either, her appetite went down a lot... She still loves you, Paul... Talk to her, please." I said, seeing his reaction lower at the thought of her like that

"It's better than drinking your feelings away anyway." I said, taking his drink away again.

Florian's P.O.V.
I walked upstairs to where Andrea was in her room, opening the door to her bedroom.

"Hey, how was your day?" I asked, coming up to her and hugging her

"The same." She said as usual since that was always her answer

"Why don't we go out to eat. There's a new burger place close to here." I said, sitting down on the edge of the bed with her

"Not hungry." She mumbled and then I sighed

"You never are." I said and then she groaned a bit.

"I'm going to take a shower." She said and then I sighed, running my fingers through my hair

"That'll be your third today." I said and then she looked at me with sad eyes.

"It doesn't matter." She said and then I sighed a bit

She turned to me again, staring into my eyes as I stared into hers, seeing how hurt she was.

Unconsciously I leaned into her, pressing my lips against hers, feeling a spark as I did so.

"I'm sorry." I said, quickly realizing what I did, moving back a bit

She stayed silent, not saying anything.

We sat in silence for a second, but then she climbed on top of me, pressing her chest to mine and her lips to mine.

I ran my hands up her back, kissing her more passionately.

She undid my belt, tossing it on the floor before taking off her shirt, letting me see her bra.

It's true, she was unbelievably gorgeous like Paul had said she was.

I flipped her over, hovering over her, still kissing her as I took off her pants, hearing her moan softly.

I knew this was wrong, but I was too far into it to quit now.

Andrea's P.O.V.
I was under Florian, he was kissing me, starting to take off his pants.

I came to my senses, immediately getting out of the rush of the moment.

I moved out from under him, making him fall on the bed beside me.

I felt sick all of a sudden, feeling like throwing up at what I had done.

I turned around, making my back face him.

"Are you okay?" He asked, placing his hand on my shoulder, but I flinched

"Andrea..." He started, but I got out of bed and ran into the bathroom, locking myself in it, hearing him knocking on the door outside.

I started the shower in hopes that showering would make me feel less dirty about what I had just done.

I felt like a cheater, I felt like I had cheated on Paul even though I didn't since him and I aren't together anymore.

I climbed in the shower, starting to cry once again.

I immediately regretted what I did, wishing I could turn back time to stop myself before kissing him again.

I was certain he could hear me crying due to how loud it was, but I didn't care.

My hands shook at the thought of Paul and how much I longed for him, I needed hm more than I've ever needed anything else and it was becoming more obvious to me now more than ever.

I got out of the shower and to my surprise, Florian was still in my bedroom.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He said as I walked in to my room.

"Yeah, it was a mistake..." I said and then laid down in my bed, facing the center of it.

He threw the covers over me, sighing as he left the room.

I turned to my night desk and opened the drawer, pulling out a small box.

Inside was the ring Paul had given me.

I slid it onto my left ring finger where I usually wore it and then tucked my hand under my pillow.

Thoughts of Paul ran through my head... His smile, his voice, his touch... I missed all of it even if I was mad at him.

I hated him for making me feel this way, but I couldn't deny the fact that I was still deeply in love with him.