American Horror Story Imagines

James March and Tristan Duffy- User and Abuser

Credit to:Ahs-hotel-imagines

Today is your boyfriend, Tristan's runway modeling gig. It is held by the infamous Will Drake at the Hotel Cortez in downtown Los Angeles. You didn't go with Tristan to most of his gigs, but you had the day off of work and not to mention, an overnight stay here is free thanks to Will Drake.

Another reason was because you didn't trust Tristan. He gained a terrible habit of doing drugs at his gigs and you wanted to be there to make sure he doesn't. But who knows, Tristan always finds a way. You even tried to convince him to go to rehab in the past but every time you brought it up, he would get defensive.

You know you deserve better and your friends are always telling you to leave him, but you just can't let go. The both of you have gone through so much together. Good and bad.

There was even a dark time when Tristan has hit you when the both of you got in a heated argument while being heavily intoxicated. He was too drunk to fully realize it, so you just cried yourself to sleep. Being sober the following morning, Tristan apologized and promised it wouldn't happen again.

"Tristan, you're on in 10!" The backstage crew member shouted to Tristan as he was walking past him. He was all over the place trying to stay organized, telling models when they were up next. The plan is for Tristan to make an appearance 4 times throughout the show in 4 different outfits.

"Yup!" Tristan replied while sitting in front of the vanity mirror. There was a hairstylist doing last minute touches on his hair. You were standing next to Tristan, putting your hand on his shoulder. "Babe, can you not? I don't want you in my personal space right now." Tristan says, moving his shoulder away from you. He's been such a diva all day and you just went along with it.

"Okay. Whatever." You let out a sigh, then went to sit on a chair about 5 feet away from him, pulling out your smartphone to keep yourself occupied.

6 minutes later you go to use the bathroom.

Once you come back, you see Tristan quickly snort a line of white powder on his vanity. Your eyes raging with anger, you push Tristan on the back. "What the hell, Tristan?!"

Tristan rolls his eyes.

"Tristan Duffy, let's go! You're up after Lawrence and Stacy." The backstage crew member grabs him by the arm to his place. Tristan doesn't even say a word to you.

"What the fuck?!" Being so angry and disappointed with your boyfriend, you chose not to rush to sit front row to watch him do his thing on the catwalk. Instead, you go to the bar upstairs.

Because of the fashion event going on in the lobby, the bar is pretty much empty. You see the bartender who's tall and slim with a bald head, wearing green eye shadow and thick eye liner. Sitting at the bar, you see a pale man with dark brown hair and a modern day Gomez Addams mustache. He is also dressed to the nines in a dark blue suit.

You sit one chair away from him. The bartender walks over to you and asks, "I'm Liz. What'll you be having, hun?"

"Just make me the strongest drink you can make." You respond.

"You got it." Liz starts on making your drink.

"This one's on me, dear." The man tells Liz and then looks at you. He moves to sit on the stool next you and puts his hand out for you to shake. "I'm James. James Patrick March."

"Y/N." You put your hand to shake his back, but instead, he grabs your hand to kiss your knuckles. Wow. You can't remember the last time Tristan ever did that to you. "The way you're dressed, you look like you should be joining the fashion show downstairs."