We walk a few blocks through downtown Manhattan, and make our way to 82nd street. We chat about random things. Work, mostly. I tell him about the shop, and he tells me about his most recent tour.
"I just got back from Afghanistan." He tells me as we round the corner." I smile, glancing at him quickly to sneak another peek at those eyes.
"My dad is in the military. One of the ranking officers, but I remember his Afghanistan days. My mom, before she died, used to read me the letters he would send." He looks a little surprised, but smiles. My eyes cloud over wistfully at the memory of me and my mom, huddled near a blazing fire in the middle of January, as together we read one of dads letters .
We arrive at a small brownstone, with flowers hanging from the windows. I glance at him as I fumble in my bag for my keys. I feel awkward as I pull them out, not really sure where to go from here.
"I, uh, would invite you in, but I have to get ready for a dance. I'm really sorry." He shakes his head.
"Don't apologize, I also have to get ready for a military gathering tonight." I quickly shoot him a look, and wonder if by any small chance fate will bring us to the same dance this evening. I gather my thoughts quickly
"Please come by the shop sometime, I'd love to see you again. Maybe we can get coffee, as a 'thanks for saving my life' kind of thing." I rush out. He grins, shoving his hands in his pockets
"I'd like that." I stick out my hand, and he envelops it in his large one.
"I'll see you around Four."' I whisper. He nods, squeezing my hand a little. I pull away, shooting him one last look before entering my apartment
When I finally make it inside, I slump down after I close the door and grin. He's breathtaking, amazing. I try to shake him from my head but his gorgeous features keep coming to my mind. I hope he takes me up on my offer for coffee. I don't even have his number.
"Damn it!" I growl, glancing at the clock. I quickly rush to try and get ready for the ball. I take a quick shower and blow dry my hair, the put a little bit of makeup on my face. I take my dress, a dark blue gown, and slip it over myself before putting on my heels. I grab my clutch and head to hail a cab.
"Hey pretty lady, can I offer you a ride." Says a high voice behind me. I turn and see Zeke and Uriah. I didn't know they even got back from deployment!
"What the hell!" I shriek. I bound over and hug them tightly. These two idiots have been better brothers to me than my own. They hug me tightly back.
"We're back kiddo!" Uriah sings. I laugh. They gesture to the large car behind them.
"Want a ride? A dress like that is too pretty to sit in some smelly cab." I laugh and nod. We get into the car, making small talk and catching up as we make our way to the hall where the ball is at.
When the car is stopped, the boys get out of the car. Offering me a hand. Zeke pulls me up. I wrap my arms under the crook of his and he escorts me inside.
"May I get a chance to see this beautiful lady." A deep voice asks.
"Hi dad." I say, turning around to see him dressed in his medals and suit. He smiles and takes in my dress wistfully.
"You look so much like your mother." He whispers. I smile but feel tears pricked behind my eyes.
"I'll see you in a bit sweetie, I just want to catch up with some old pals. Go hang with your friends." I nod and kiss his cheek before heading of with the boys.
"TRIS PRIOR." A voice screeches. I turn as Christina launches herself at me.
"Hi Chris."
"I haven't seen you in forever." She gasps. I roll my eyes.
"We got coffee this morning." She furrows her brows.
"But that was ages ago." I laugh and pull her aside.
"I met someone this morning." I whisper.. She shrieks and I shush her. I quickly tell her all about Four, but she raises her eyebrows at his name.
"Four? Is that even a name?" I shrug. She sighs, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"I'm going to go get a drink, want anything?" She shakes her head. I head over to the bar, where I see my father talking to someone dressed in a Navy Blue. I tap my father on the shoulder and he turns.
"Ah, perfect timing!" Sweetie, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine. This is Corporal Four Eaton." The man turns and I suppress a gasp. It's him.
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The Hero's Call///Fourtris AU
Fanfiction"Ah, perfect timing! Sweetheart, I would like you to meet Private Four Eaton." I turn around and see a bright pair of familiar blue eyes. It's him.
