Time: Modern (for once!)
Warnings: Maybe some google translated French...
Changes: Modern so lots of changes....
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I had know Lafayette since we were two as we both lived in France and our parents were friends. When I was seven after my father died, my mother told me we were moving to America. I thought I would never see Laf again but we kept writing letters to each other every week. It wasn't until he came over when we were both sixteen that we met again.
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I had been walking round New York when I heard a shout from behind me, "(Y/N)!!!!!" I turned round to see the one face I least expected to see, "Laf!!" I shouted running up to him, "What are you doing here?"
"I decided that I needed a change of pace, and my parents kind of forced me to come here." I was staring him down. "Ok fine and maybe I wanted to see you. I missed you so much."
I hugged him, "I missed you too Laf."
We decided that I needed to introduce him to my friends so we walked to where I knew they would be.
The bar.
When we arrived, before we entered, I told Laf he was only allowed one drink as I didn't want to have to put up with a drunk Frenchman. I mean sober Frenchmen are flirtatious enough, I didn't want to see one drunk.
We entered and I immediately spotted my friends, "Come on Laf!" I grabbed his hand not noticing the blush on his face and ran over to my friends, "Guys this is Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette. Laf this is Alex, Herc and John. Now sit," I finished pushing him into a chair.
I noticed everyone had been looking between me and Laf, "Ok, what is wrong with you three? You're usually drink off your backsides by now."
"How do you know this guy (Y/n)?"
"Oh sorry, I met Laf when we were both really young. As I told you before used to live in France till I was seven and when I lived there Laf was my best friend."
"Ok."
We eventually all left and I took Laf back to my place as I had a spare bed.
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It had been a few months since Laf had moved to America, and my crush on him had grown incredibly. But was I going to tell him? No. He was my best friend, there was no way I would tell him directly which is why I came up with a new nickname for him, "Laffy-Taffy, what are you doing?"
"Watching TV, mon ami."
This hurt me, I knew he would only ever think of me as a friend. I noticed that he had been quite distant recently and I realised something. Did Herc tell him I loved him? But then he promised he wouldn't tell anyone. I decided I needed to confront him.
I walked over to his house and knocked on the door. He opened pretty much immediately, "Herc did you tell Laf I liked him?!"
"No. Why?"
"Because he's been distant recently, and I know he'll never like me as anything other than a friend," I said looking down sadly.
"I'm sure he likes you more than that (Y/n), just tell him."
"Thanks for your advice, Herc. Amazing advice," I replied, "Which I will not be using," I whispered to myself, "Bye!"
"Bye (Y/n)!" I ran back home to see Laf sitting on the sofa with his shoes and coat on, "Laffy-Taffy where are you going?"
"(Y/n), you're back. I was just going out pour un petit promenade."
"Ok, well bye."
He stood up and walked out the door which I had left open.
LAF'S POV
I had noticed (Y/n) had started to call me a nickname that she had never used before. I decided that I would ask Herc if he knew what 'taffy' was as I didn't. After (Y/n) returned I left for Herc's house.
I arrived and knocked on the door. A shout came from inside, "(Y/n), I told you not to disturb me for the rest of the day."
"Herc, mon ami! Ce n'est pas (Y/n)."
I heard footsteps coming to the door and it opened, "Laf! What brings you here today?"
"Herc, I need to talk to you. About (Y/n)."
"Come in then." He stood out the way and I entered. He closed the door and led me to the living room.
"So Laf what about (Y/n)?"
"Well, she's started calling me 'Laffy-Taffy' and I was wondering if you knew what taffy was." He started laughing, "Herc, mon ami. Why are you laughing?"
"Sorry, Laf. (Y/n) has a way of saying things discretely. You see, taffy is a sweet thing and if I know (Y/n), which I do, it's her way of saying you are sweet, and that she likes you."
My eyes went wide. (Y/n) likes me back?!
"Thanks, mon ami. J'ai besoin aller maintenant." I stood up and left.
I arrived back at (Y/n)'s house and knocked. Even though she said I could just come straight in as I technically live here. I heard footsteps and (Y/n) shout, "Coming!" She opened the door and I immediately pulled her in to me and kissed her. Her eyes were wide and she just stood there frozen. I pulled away, "(Y/n), I'm so sorry I don't know-" I was cut off by her kissing me and wrapping her arms round my neck. I responded with wrapping my arms round my waist. We broke away, "I love you, (Y/n) (L/n)."
"I love you too, Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette."
We leaned in again kissed. We were interrupted by a shout, "Pops! You owe me!" We broke apart to see le petit Hamilton running off with his phone in his hand. (Y/n) ran off after him, "Philip! Come back here Le Petit Hamilton!"
