Dolan Imagines ♛

•Fashion week ~ E

I think I'm swerving to E's lane help!
Based on tonight's vid (25/06/19) of their trip to Paris with Louis V - they looked goddamn GORGEOUS

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"Babe please, can you find the time off work" Ethan begged down the phone. He had just received an invite to Paris fashion week, and Louis Vuitton had allowed him a plus one. He wanted to take me, but I'm busy working.

"I'm sorry Ethan, but it's a busy schedule this week and if someone drops out we won't have enough staff! I hope you guys have a great time, and remember to send me lots of pics!" I whine.

"Ok Babe, it's whatever, I just wish you you could've come. No biggie," I hear The disappointment in his voice, and my heart sinks.
"Me too babe. Look I have to be at work soon, so I'll call you later?" I say
"Sure"
"I love you E"
"I love you too, mwah" he says, and hangs up.

I put my phone in my pocket, and get ready for "work". The Uber eventually comes - to take me to the airport.

I had previously contacted Louis v, to tell them I'll be Ethan's plus one but to surprise him. They agreed, and have sat me on front row on the same bench, but next to Grayson, to surprise Ethan at the end of the show.

How the flight had passed so quickly, I don't know.
I step out the Paris airport, where a man holding a name card for me takes me to the hotel. I arrived an hour earlier than Ethan and Grayson to avoid seeing them.

I get to the hotel and am showed my room, the beautiful delicate interior was gorgeous. I climbed onto the bed, and lay down.
As if phsycic, my phone rings. User ID says "Ethan is FaceTiming", and I answer, showing only the pillow my head is on behind me. I act sleepy, back home it would be early morning.

"Babe we arrived in Paris!" He smiles, "can I show you my hotel room?" He smiles
"Sure," I grin widely, him unwise to me being on the floor above.
He shows me the room through the screen, his looking very similar to mine.
"How was work" he says
"Boring. I'd rather be in Paris babe, and I'm so disappointed I'm not with you" the corner of my lips turning south.
"It's ok baby, do your bit for queen and country" he laughs (it's a british idiom Ik the us doesn't have a monarchy)
I blow him a kiss through the screen, and we say good bye. I smile, and get ready for the show.

I arrive at the show, and the street is crowded and busy. I spot the twins sitting on the bench, Ethan at the end, Grayson one in. A spare seat between him and the next girl, for me. I hope Ethan didn't read the name card - he would've texted me.
I want to surprise him, going to a cute chocolate shop on the corner. I go to the counter.

"Excuse moi, est zu que tu parlez anglais?" I ask the lady, to see if she speaks English. (I'm learning French and wanted to write what I know srry )

"Oui, je parles anglais! How can I help you"

I pick a box of chocolates
"Do these contain dairy?" I smile, thinking about Ethan's repetitive nature.

"Oui, But this box doesn't" she says, handing me another. I pay, and walk out, walking around the back of the bench, taking the opportunity of Ethan looking the other way to sit next to gray.
He turns to me, catching my swift movement in his periferal (I want to write profiterole) vision, and he turns to me, his mouth wide in shock.
I signal a "shh" with my finger to my mouth, and he turns, rigid and shocked, back to the street as the show begins.

It was wonderful; amazing bags, amazing items and glorious pairs, I was astounded by the work.

As the show comes to an end, Ethan leans down to the end of the bench to pick up his bag. I grasp the opportunity to surprise him.
"Ethan, wasn't that green bag so nice!" I say.
He shoots up, eyes wide, and mouth opened. I smile at him.

"What the fuck! Babe!" He jumps up, hugging me, and be laughs, still in shock.
"What are you doing here?"
„Surprise, did you forget about your plus one? I smile
He holds me tight to his chest, and I look up at him, beaming.

"Oh also," I say, getting the chocolates out of the bag, "I brought you these" I beam.
"Thank you! But are they.."
"Dairy free?" I cut him off, and Grayson chuckles, "yes, I checked"

"You speak French?"
"Non, je ne parles pas français" I smile, and kiss him

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Started good, got lazy!