Change; An Edwin Honoret Fanfiction

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"Hanna it's-"

"Don't you dare say that it's fine! He said to dress smart causal. Heels Abigail, heels!"

I roll my eyes, "there is no fucking way I'm leaving this house in heels, I'd honestly rather-"

A loud, obnoxious car horn is heard from outside of the house. Hanna smiles knowingly because she is aware of the fact that I won't be able to find a replacement pair of shoes in time.

"No time to change now. Come on, let's go. Unless you're not done admiring you-"

"Shut up Hanna! Seriously! This is a big deal"

She grins ear to ear, "the shoes?"

I slap her shoulder, "no you imbecile. The date! Ugh, move" I walk out of my bedroom wearing a jumpsuit and heels, and let me tell you, walking down the stairs was the worst experience of my life whether there were 17 or 27 of them. Listening to Hanna was already hundred percent the worst decision of my life.

"I feel like a proud Mum" I hear Venus whisper to Hanna.

"Me too"

My middle finger stands on its own before I walk out of the door, only to see that Edwin is already standing there, preparing to knock on the door.

When he looks me up and down, his eyes widen and his mouth parts ever-so-slightly, and a blush immediately arises on my face.

"You really did get dressed up, huh baby girl?"

I feel a blush arise in my cheeks, "if it's too much I can change, it's just i was under the influence of Hanna and oh my god I knew these heels were too much and-"

"No! You literally look perfect! You are the definition of perfection. I'm just shocked you actually put a thought into your appearance"

I roll my eyes playfully, a smile tugging at my lips, "fuck you"

We walk off of the patio and down to his car where he quickly runs to open the passenger side door for me.

"Edwin I'm-"

"Shh" he demands, "get in, madam"

I shake my head at the cheesiness of this situation that I'm in. Who in the world would've thought that six months ago I'd be here.

He gets into the car himself, looking at me for about ten seconds before smiling and shaking his head, something running through his mind.

"is there anything inside your house that we might need for, per say, overnight. Just hypothetically" he smirks.

"I'd say so. My Pyjama's, make up remover, phone charger, sneakers. That's about it. Why would that be, Mr. Honoret?"

"No reason. I've already got all of that stuff in the back of my car anyway. Well, not my car. This is Austin's ute that he literally never uses"

I look around realising that we're in fact, not in Edwin's usual car. How I didn't catch that is very confusing to me, but I quickly shake the thought when he keeps talking.

"You look cute"

I shake my head, "I look stupid. I hate dressing up so much, you literally have no idea"

He rolls his eyes, "baby girl, if I thought you looked stupid I'd be the first one to laugh. You look fine"

We drive down the street, talking endlessly about nothing and everything. Listening to every genre of music deciding which one is the worst. We must've been driving for an hour when Edwin turns up at this retro diner with barely anybody there.