An Ethan Dolan Fanfiction (COMPLETED)
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Skilled assassin, Rose Manchester, experiences several episodes of emotions throughout a mission she's supposed to complete. A mixture of love, detestation and uncertainty causes her to injure her loved on...
I was laying on Ethan's bed. He told me to take a seat on the huge and comfortable bed but I eventually laid down with him since we were both exhausted.
We didn't talk much after I showed him the documents. I didn't felt the need to anyway. He was laying on his side which gave me the opportunity to admire his god-like features.
Eventually, he notices my intense stares and decided to ask me about the date I owed him. Obviously, I'm on a strict mission which is basically a trial for a future well-paying job. But, my stupid as* was too infatuated to realise the truth.
"Let's go on a date tonight." he proposed.
"Are you insane? I just told you that I'm on a mission." I softly yelled.
"Uh, no. It's a beautiful night to be out." he added.
"I didn't bring a dress."
"Who said we were going to a restaurant?"
"Okay..."
"Alright," he slaps my rear-end, "Get dressed, something casual but not too laid back. We're going out."
"You literally just got off the airplane, aren't you jet-lagged?"
"Oh sweetie, I've been on planes far too many times, I ain't jet-lagged." he chuckled.
"Alright," he smacks my rear-end again, "Get dressed."
I hopped of the bed and sprung towards the door. I picked out dark blue overalls and a striped shirt. I also whipped out my sneakers to pair with my outfit.
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I put my hair up in a bun and grabbed a nude handbag for me to carry all of my belongings. I walked to the living room to find Ethan sitting on the couch with his leg crossed over his lap.
He was wearing a pink hoodie with black sweats paired with pink-checkered Vans. He styled his hair and he looked fine.[reference to @/ethandolan's instagram picture dated; October 11/12 2017. it was the one with cows in the background...]
He caught me staring again and glanced over to my direction. He eyed me from head to toe and it made me slightly uncomfortable at how silent he is. It's funny how I truly wanted to kill this fine-looking human about two months back.
It was just an awkward silence between us; all that was exchanged was glances of each other.
"Ahem," I cleared my throat, "Are you ready to go?"
"Y-yeah." he stammered.
He stood up and continued to eye me as he walked towards the door. He got to the door faster than me so he managed to open it and let me step out of the penthouse first.
He checked for his keys and switched off the lights in the penthouse but left the kitchen on, on his way out. After doing so, he quickly scanned the penthouse for any belongings he had left behind and closed the door behind him.
