You & Me [Taron Egerton FanFiction]

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Belle's POV:

"Yay Ollie!" I shouted, grinning and clapping my hands excitedly, "You did it little man!". I bent down and held out my arms for him, watching as an enormous smile lit up his little face, his big blue eyes crinkling at the sides. "I did it Aunty B!" Oliver shouted when he reached me, clutching the football to his chest as I wrapped my arms around him, "I catched the ball!". I smiled lovingly and kissed his forehead, "I know buddy I saw it! Wait 'till we tell mummy later, she's going to be so proud of you!". Oliver giggled and wriggled out of my arms again, running a few feet away so that he could throw the football back to me.

"Alright a big one this time Ollie!" I shouted to him, "Throw it really really high, all the way into the sky!". Holding the ball in both hands, he screwed his little face up in concentration and threw the ball up. I clapped and shouted encouragement even though the ball went in an entirely different direction, jogging over and picking it up in one hand. "Okay you ready for this one Ollie? It's gonna be a big one!" I shouted as I returned to him, smiling as he bounced impatiently for the ball, "Remember what I told you, both hands and into your chest!". I mimed catching the ball before tossing it gently, watching as it bounced off his hands and rolled away into the park.

A high pitched, happy laugh made me turn away from Ollie for a moment, my gaze falling on the toddler sitting on the picnic blanket three feet away from me. "And what are you laughing at little miss Addison?" I cooed, bending down to make sure her red coat was buttoned up properly and laughing when she let out another happy giggle. I felt my face soften as I looked down at her, her adorable, chubby cheeks flushed pink as she let out a string of meaningless baby babble. I smiled and kissed her forehead before reaching over and ruffling my golden retriever Hudson's soft fur. He was panting happily in the watery sunshine as he lay protectively by Addie's side. "Good boy buddy, you stay here with Addie okay?". He whined and licked my hand before shifting to sniff Addie curiously, his long tail wagging softly.

I smiled at the two of them and turned back to the park, my heart instantly dropping when I saw that Oliver was nowhere in sight. Fuck! "Ollie!" I shouted as I jumped to my feet, looking around the park frantically as my heart rate suddenly increased tenfold. Shit, Amy was going to murder me! I scooped up Addie in one swift motion and started to run in the direction that I had last seen Oliver, Hudson jumping up and running at my side. "Oliver! Where are you Ollie!". Panic seized my chest and I felt my body go numb, my heart feeling like it was about to beat right out of my chest. He couldn't have gone very far could he? "Oliver!" I screamed again, a cold sweat breaking out across my forehead as a chill ran down my spine. My arms reflexively tightened around Addie and I held her to my chest, lifting one hand to my forehead in panic. What was I going to do? "Ollie!".

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Taron's POV:

I side stepped a puddle on the sidewalk and checked both ways for oncoming cars before crossing over the road and into the park. I'd just finished an interview for Kingsman 2 in the city and was on my way home when I'd decided to stop the taxi and walk the rest of the way. Despite it being the first day of Winter, a weak, watery sunshine was shining through the clouds and giving some light to the otherwise grey, London afternoon. It seemed like the perfect day to go out for a walk. I rubbed my chin and shoved my hands into my pockets, cutting across the grass and walking along the paved path. The park was quiet for a Monday afternoon and I felt my body slowly relax - less people meant less chance of being recognized.

I reached into my pocket for a cigarette when a football suddenly rolled across the path in front of me, stopping only a few feet ahead. I frowned and was about to step towards it just as a little boy - who couldn't have been any older than three or four years old, ran onto the pavement and bent over to pick up the ball. I glanced around as the boy clutched the ball to his chest, wondering where on earth his parents - or whoever else was looking after him, were. Who leaves a kid alone in a park? I watched him look around as if he were searching for someone, the smile on his little face quickly dropping when he realised he was alone. Having seen a similar face on my baby sisters on more than a few occasions, I knew that the child was only seconds away from bursting into tears. I instinctively rushed forward and bent down to eye level with the boy, smiling to reassure him that everything was okay.