My Inspiration (An Ansel Elgort Fanfiction)

The movie was full of both very funny and very sad scenes, so the audience was always either laughing or sniffling. It was weird to see my boyfriend, who was sitting right next to me at this moment on a movie screen, but since I had read the book and loved it so much i easily adjusted to it. I grip tighter at Ansel's hands at some of the more upsetting parts, and I feel his eyes on me when my own eyes start to fill with tears.

"Come here." He whispers and I lean a bit closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder. I feel his lips press a light kiss to my temple before he leans his head on top of mine, turning his attention back to the screen as his thumb rubs comforting circular patterns on the back of my hand.

By the end of the movie, I'm certain that everyone in the theatre had been teary eyed at least once, there was no way this movie couldn't have gotten to you. I was crying hysterically, grateful that the makeup artist had used completely waterproof makeup.

The lights in the theatre come back on and everyone in the crowd cheers, and Ansel, among the other actors and actresses, waves to the crowd as they cheer. He turns to face me once the cheering starts to die down and gives me a small smile when he sees the tears running down my face.

"You know, you still look absolutely gorgeous with all those tears on your face." He almost whispers, reaching his hand up to my face and uses his thumb to gently wipe away my tears.

"Ansel." I mumble, keeping my eyes down on the floor like I always do when he compliments me, a small smile tugging at my lips.

"Just speaking the truth, my love, now let's sneak out of here, hmm?" Ansel whispers, grabbing my hand again and pulling me along with him, walking out through the crowds of people, trying to blend in although his tuxedo and my sparkling dress didn't help at all.

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Once we make it back into the limo, it was just Ansel and I since everyone else who had come with us had decided to stay at the theatre later.

"You know, you're welcome to stay at my apartment with me tonight. I'm not in the mood for any of those stupid after parties." He says with a laugh, wrapping an arm loosely around my shoulder since he had insisted on sitting right next to me even though we had the whole limo to ourselves.

Ansel and I had been together for just over a month now, but hadn't even kissed yet. I knew he wanted more by the comments he'd sneak every now and then or the way I'd notice him staring at me when he thinks I wasn't paying attention, but he knows I had never been close with a guy before and wanted me to take it slow.

"Yeah, I'd like that." I admit, looking down at the floor of the limo as I feel Ansel's fingers brushing gently against my arm.

"Good. Do you need to stop at your apartment to get clothes or-"

"No, I can just wear one of your shirts or something, right?" I cut him off, biting the inside of my lip as I glance up at him.

"Yeah, of course." He says, obviously trying to hide the wide smile that was growing at his lips. I knew exactly what was going on in his mind, and I didn't want to admit that I liked it.