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Taron Egerton| Bennie and The Jets Part 2

Song: Bennie and The Jets by Elton John 

Taron came onto the screen dressed as Queen Elizabeth, in sync, the two of you chuckled slightly. The tension he's felt the whole film, being it's the first screening at Cannes Film Festival, demolished in the second the opening piano of 'Bennie and The Jets' began playing. Your hand that was sat on the armrest, intertwined with Taron's was pulled into his lap in seconds now holding your hand with both of his in anticipation. You stared at the screen in aw, this scene, your scene that you directed all by yourself, was in a movie and it looked fan-fucking-tastic. 

Taron on your right, not able to wipe the smile and proud look off of his face. And Dexter to your left, nudging your shoulder with his giving you an accepting look that made all the stress that day on set feels rewarding. You quickly had to hide your face into the crook of Taron's neck to stop yourself from laughing too loudly when a certain part of the scene came on. It was the part where Taron was being macked on by three twinks at once. You, Richard, Taron, and Jamie all made that joke that this scene would become 'cinematic history' 

"Darling, what are you thinking about?" 

Suddenly you were aware of your surroundings. It seemed as though seconds ago you were in the theatre in tears as 'Rocketman' got a minute standing ovation, however, you're home now... well back at h hotel anyway. Staring out the window, now with Taron behind you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. 

"What?" 

You question, not hearing his question before. Turning slightly to see more of his face. Taron chuckled and held you tighter, lifting his head to press kisses to the side of your temple. 

"You were humming that song the whole way home, and just now. What are you thinking about?" 

You only now realize you were humming 'Bennie and The Jets' on the whole way home, and just now. 

"Just about... about that day on set, you know. In your trailer. When you were being a little bitch." 

The moment was broke when you made the comment about him being a little bitch, he chuckled letting you go, you turn to face him.

"What about it?"

You shrugged your shoulders. 

"Just that, I think it's rather funny if it wasn't for god damn 'Bennie and The Jets' we might not be together right now." 

As you spoke, Taron reached out to grab your hands. Lowering his head as he chuckles at your comment. 

"I don't know, I think Elton might have locked us in a room together if something didn't happen. Everyone was getting really sick of me talking about you all the time." 

You both laughed out loud, you leaning into Taron, wrapping your arms around his torse, leaning your head against his chest. Much like that blessed day in the trailer. 
It was strange to you, that this was your life. After that first date with Taron, you guys automatically began dating/being boyfriend girlfriend. It felt natural, however, your first bump in the road hit once filming had wrapped in early November. You had to be in London still to help Dexter with post production. Meanwhile, Taron had to go to the state for the press tour of 'Robin Hood'. Either of you had thought about what you'd do after production was over. You had to return to New York to finish senior year of college, while Taron still lived in Wales. Somehow though, you made it work. That Christmas you flew out to spend it with Taron and his family. His mother and step-father adored you and his sisters quickly saw you as an older sister. When Taron wasn't working he spent a large part of his time in New York with you, even though you weren't supposed to have non-college students living in campus apartments, but hey you guys never got caught. It was a no-brainer for you to move to Wales with him after mid-April once you graduated. So, that's what you did. You moved into his apartment. You had a rough time with all the sudden changes, you didn't know what you wanted to do. Having your Psychology degree you got a job at a Kid's Peace center near your guy's apartment. Taron felt horrible though, he knew you wanted to do more, that you wanted to direct more movies but you were just scared and didn't exactly know how to start. He began encouraging you to start writing again. You had told him that before you thought about directing you've like writing stories and scripts. That all lead you two here, France, May 2019 at Cannes Film Festival. 

The next morning you were awoken by the soft angelic voice of Taron singing Bennie and The Jets. You chuckled, squirming in his arms, digging your face into his chest as his arms tightened around your smaller body. "Look whose singing it now." You joke, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, cuddling closer to Taron, if that was even possible. Taron had been awake a while before you, he just laid there staring at your sleeping figure. At that moment, he got a hit by a wave of realization that he wanted to spend the rest of his life like this with you. He was so overtaken by love and as he started to spiral in a good way, he hadn't realized that he began singing the song that was responsible for your relationship in one way or another. Taron's head fell into the crook of your neck before mumbling, 

"Marry me." 

You quickly pulled away from him, looking at his face to assure you've heard him correctly. 

"What?" 

"Y/N M/N L/N, Marry me. I know we've only been together for less than a year, but I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you-"

Taron couldn't finish his babbling because you're lips cut him off, giving him the answer he needed, expect you still verbalized it once you pulled away. 

"Of course you idiot." 

With a huge smile on his face, Taron rolled over grabbing something from the bedside table, a small box with an engagement ring inside. 

"You had this fucking planned."

You chuckled sitting up, covering your face with your hands in disbelief. 

"Well, I was planning on doing it tonight by the Eiffel Tower but now just felt right." 

Taron explained, prying your hand from your face and putting on a diamond ring on your ring finger. You gawked at the ring, once again in disbelief that this was actually happening. 

"Thank god, I preferred this. The other was too basic."

You joke, making Taron laugh rolling his eyes. 

"Oh yes, cause god forbid something is too basic for you future Mrs. Egerton."