Love is enough- Les Mis fanfic/Enjolras

Chapter 43

We walked back into the meeting together, each holding each other's hand tightly. The others seemed to look relieved and I notice Bahorel rolling his eyes. I smirked proudly at him.

"Will there ever be a day when you two won't argue?" He laughed and I shrugged, taking a seat next to him.

"Probably not" I said, honestly.

"He loves you too much to stay mad at you, I can tell" he smiled fondly.

"And I'm determined to use that to my advantage" I joked, making Bahorel roar with laughter. Combeferre looked over, a little dazed and confused.

"We should probably look like we are working huh?" Bahorel muttered.

"I'm on it!" I whispered back loudly, jumping over to where Grantaire was sat, nursing a bottle of... something.

"Hey R!" I grinned, making him grimace.

"Why you so perky today? You've just had an argument with lover boy, you should be sad!"

"We've made up stupid!" I glared at him, making him chuckle. I loved it when Grantaire laughed. The normal grouchy and miserable and cynical young man would suddenly get a sort of brightness illuminating his face, making him look years younger and more attractive. He was already quite handsome, even with his shadowy stubble, distinguishable nose and messy hair. He just never bothered to take care of himself, he didn't see the point. The only thing he bothered to do was annoy Enjolras.

"Why are you staring at me?" He said, uneasily.

"I was deep in thought" I winked, making him snigger. "Anyway, I'm off to find someone interesting. Bye now"

"Oh goodbye dearest" he said sarcastically.

We all pulled up some chairs around the table as Enjolras got our attention. Like usual, we fell quiet for him, our fearless leader. Except I knew better, and I felt kind of special.

He stood their and made a speech about the liberty of France after their revolution. He had immense optimism, and hearing him speak dwelled the pain in my heart, as I knew that I was actively involved in a cause that meant so much to me.

He finished with a sigh and I noticed Grantaire raise his glass to him sarcastically, raising his eyebrows. Enjolras dismissed him with a glare.

He flopped down in his seat and resumed his hunched position over a pile of papers. Everyone talked between themselves about the subject but blocked out Courfs babbling (which wasn't actually about the meeting, but instead, Combeferres hair) and focused on Enjolras with a little smirk. He was blowing back the wavy blonde strands that fell in front of his eyes. He tried to look angry, but seeing his cheeks puffed up and his lips pouted as he blew made me burst into a fit of laughter. Jehan caught my eyes and smiled at the sight. Combeferre just stared at his best friend with a look of amusement. I flicked my eyes from Jehan and the hair tie that hung on my wrist. He seemed to understand as he fiddled with the black one around his wrist, that he used to tie back his own bouncy locks. We both pulled it off our wrists and aimed at the boy who still hadn't noticed that everyone was watching him intently.

"1,2,3!" I hissed at Jehan and at the third number we both released at the same time, watching it go flying at him.

"Ow!" He yelped as they pinged his chin. We all roared with laughter as he mimicked us and glared at me, taking one of the ties from his lap and taking it between his teeth as he combed his hair back with his fingers"

"You all think you're really funny" he struggled with the tie still sitting in between his incisors. He took it fiercely out of his mouth and wrapped it around his hair in a little bun. I had to stifle a gasp. I hadn't expected him to look this good. I swallowed hard as he smirked at me, victorious. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Dick" I mouthed at him and he smiled smugly, unfazed by the insult.

"Love you too" he mouthed in reply with a smile.

I cleared my throat as an idea came to mind.

"Jehan, you cut everyone's hair right?" I asked loudly. He nodded eagerly in response.

"Everyone except Bosseuts" he spluttered as the man glared at him. "Won't let me near him with scissors since he slipped and accidentally fell into a pair"

"Don't you think Enjolras needs a cut?" I hummed, pretending to think about it and  he gushed.

"Yes of course!"

"No. You are not touching my hair Jehan" Enjolras said bluntly and I tutted.

"How you going to fight in a revolution if your hair is covering you damn eyes" I said, getting up and standing next to him, yanking up random strands and examining it's impossible glossiness.

"That is none of your concern" he said darkly, standing up, making me topple back a few steps. He wrapped his arms around my waist but still glared at me.

"Okay you two, save those antics for the bedroom!" Courfeyrac laughed at his words and stopped when he realised no one else was laughing.

"Enjolras, I'm afraid I'll have to agree. It is getting stupidly long. It will be like Jehans soon" Combeferre said, as Jehan twirled his hair around his forefinger proudly.

I looked at him as he sat down. I could tell he was thinking about it. I didn't really have a reason for wanting to do it, except watching him squirm but also being able to play with his hair easier when I'm kissing him.

"For me?" I said, so no one else could hear, discretely placing a hand on his upper thigh. This surge of confidence even surprised me.

"Fine!" He said, placing his hands up in a surrender and admitting defeat. "But you owe me" he said under his breath as he sat down in the chair Jehan had already brought out.

"Anything" I smirked, walking away and joining Gav and Vi