Mr. Love: Queen's Choice One Shots

Lucien: Lonely

"No."
    That word echoed in your head over and over again. You took another shot, slamming the glass down on the oak table. You stared straight ahead, your thoughts focused on the events earlier that night.
    You had just proposed to your boyfriend of ten months. You knew he was the one. But instead of accepting your proposal, he awkwardly looked around and pulled you up by your hands. When you thought he was going to embrace you, he looked at you with hatred. You frowned. Then came the heart-crushing words: "No. I'm in love with someone else."
    "What do you mean?" you asked, your heart plummeting.
    "I've been cheating on you," your boyfriend had confessed. "I don't love you. So no, I won't marry you."
    You waved for another shot. The bartender looked at you, his eyes flashing with curiosity. You took a swig, closing your eyes and shaking your head as the alcohol flooded your system. All you wanted to do was get rip-roaring drunk and forget everything that had happened, both in that night and in the last ten months. How long had he been playing you the fool? The thought angered you as you ordered yet another shot.
    You felt another presence beside you. You were too absorbed in your thoughts to notice that whomever had sat beside you was speaking to you. You downed the shot without turning to them. You motioned at the bartender again, who hesitantly gave you another. You downed it, now without blinking an eye.
    "You know, too much alcohol will result in a hangover."
    The familiar voice pierced your consciousness. You turned and saw the dark hair and lavender eyes of Lucien, who was giving you a small smile. He wasn't in his white lab coat like usual, which is why it took your brain a moment to register who it was. You looked away, blushing slightly. "I know that." You signaled for yet another shot.
    Lucien placed his hand on the shot glass before the bartender could fill it. You looked at him, your anger growing. You removed his hand and looked at the bartender. He filled it, and you downed it before Lucien could stop you. Slamming the glass down, Lucien and the bartender both jumped at your sudden fit of rage.
    "Care to talk about why you're drowning yourself in vodka?" Lucien asked.
    "No," you responded flatly.
    "Talking about it will help more than alcohol will."
    You turned to him, your face flushed from the alcohol. "Like hell it will."
    Lucien watched as you ordered another shot. He could sense the anger and hurt radiating off of you. Everything else was grey around him except for you, the woman of his heart. He looked at you and noticed that the colors illuminating you were slightly duller. He frowned as you downed the shot, shaking your head.
    "I gave him everything," you said, catching Lucien's attention again. "Ten months. I thought I was the only girl for ten months. God, I'm such an idiot!" You slammed down the glass, almost cracking it.
    "Tell me what happened," Lucien said, covering your hand with his large fingers. He gripped your hand tightly, giving you a small coaxing smile. You turned away, ripping your hand away from his.
    "I don't want to talk, Professor," you said, making Lucien furrow his brow in hurt. "I just want to get drunk and forget everything that's happened."
    "What exactly happened?" Lucien pressed, making you look at him angrily.
    "What part of 'I don't want to talk' do you not understand? For being a genius, you sure are stupid when it comes to human interaction." You swirled the alcohol in the glass. You knew you were being a jerk, but you couldn't help it; you were in no mood to talk to anyone. You took the shot.
    Lucien felt his hurt growing. He could tell that you were in pain and you were lashing out, but he had no clue how to get you to talk. Luckily, he didn't have to. You shifted suddenly, causing your coat to fall to the ground. The ring's box fell out, landing with a loud thump. You swore under your breath and stood, leaning down to pick it up. Lucien watched as you hurriedly stuffed the box back into the pocket and sat back down.
    "I take it the proposal didn't go well," Lucien said, making you freeze.
    "Ten months! Ten months wasted on that bastard," you mumbled, making Lucien look at you with sympathy. "And how does he repay me? He cheats on me!"
    The bartender came over with your bill. You paid it and rubbed your forehead, holding back tears. Thinking about it made you upset, but you refused to cry in front of Lucien. Little did you know that Lucien knew you needed to cry. He knew you needed to so badly. You were always holding in your emotions, pretending to be strong for everyone.
    "I'm sorry, (your name)," Lucien said, looking at the drinks lined up on the table behind the bartender. "I can't begin to understand the pain you're in."
    "Ha!" you snorted, shaking your head. You stood and put on your coat, frowning and looking towards the door, your hair falling over your (eye color) eyes. "I'm not in pain, Professor."
    You left the bar, the brisk air of Loveland seeming to rip through your coat. You folded your arms and rubbed your hands over your arms, the goosebumps rising rapidly. You suddenly felt an arm go protectively around you. When you looked up, you saw Lucien, his eyes fixed on the sidewalk ahead of you. You shrugged off his arm.
    "I can get home by myself," you said. "Thank you for the thought, Professor."
    "Don't call me 'Professor,'" Lucien said, his voice quiet. "Just call me Lucien."
    You frowned, knowing that you were being insensitive. "I'm sorry, Lucien." You felt like the biggest jerk on the planet. You knew that Lucien wasn't the one who broke your heart; why were you taking all of your anger out on him? You wiped at your eyes, refusing to let the tears fall. Lucien noticed and sighed, pulling you close again.
    "I'll take you home and make you some tea," Lucien said, his warmth radiating through the bitter cold. "Then you can tell me everything."
    When you got to your apartment, you invited Lucien in. He shut the door behind him as you threw your purse on the sofa, ripping off your coat and throwing it on a nearby chair. You went into the kitchen and put the kettle on the burner, turning the burner on so the water could be heated. Lucien watched your angry movements.
    "Let me prepare the tea," Lucien said. "You go relax."
    You sighed and went back into the living room. You laid down on the sofa, your cheek pressed into the cushions and your legs raised. They were resting on the back of your thighs, your feet resting on your butt. You let your arm dangle and touch the floor as Lucien came into the room, looking at your defeated posture. He knelt beside you, his eyes level with yours.
    "Want to tell me what happened?" he asked.
    "You pretty much guessed it at the bar," you said, closing your eyes. "I proposed to my boyfriend and he said no. He then told me that he had been cheating on me for some time with another woman. Then he left me."
    Lucien sighed. He had no clue what to say. When he turned back to you, he noticed the tears coming from your eyes. You covered your face in shame, hiding your shaking shoulders. You took in a shaky breath and sighed, sitting up.
    "I shouldn't be upset," you said, wiping furiously at your face and sniffling. "Guys aren't worth it."
    "I'm afraid I have to disagree with you," Lucien said, catching your attention. "There are some guys that aren't worth the pain and suffering. If you've taught me anything, (your name), it's that when it's the right person, you're willing to put up with the suffering. You're willing to stay by their side. Because that's what love is."
    You laughed, wiping your eyes. "How do you know what love is?"
    Lucien smiled. "Because I'm in love right now."
    You looked at Lucien, your mouth open. "No! Wait, who is it? What's she like?"
    Lucien blushed. "Well, she's got beautiful (hair color) hair. Dazzling (eye color) eyes. A gorgeous body. And a wonderful personality." He touched your hand, making you turn to him and look him in the eyes. He looked at you with adoration. Suddenly you understood. "Her name is (your name)."
    "But--that's me," you said, shocked.
    Lucien let out a small chuckle. "Of course it's you, silly."
    "But, why?" You couldn't understand his motives. "I'm constantly being a burden to you."
    Lucien smiled. "You make me feel needed. Like I matter. But my love for you is much, much deeper than just that." He touched your face. "You're a beautiful person, inside and out. It pains me to see you so hurt."
    You pressed your lips in a thin line. "If you say so." You couldn't confess that you liked Lucien. It was too much too soon.
    Lucien smiled and touched your face. "I would kiss you, but you're in no sober mind to do so." He heard the tea kettle whistle. He got up and poured you a cup, steeping the tea before bringing it back to you. "This will help settle your stomach. You had way too much to drink."
    You nodded and sipped at the tea. Lucien smiled and sat beside you, stroking your hair. "Just take it easy for now."
    You closed your eyes, resting your head on Lucien's strong shoulder. He saw that you were drifting off to sleep, so he took the cup from your hands and placed it on the coffee table. He kissed your forehead and sighed in contentment. Maybe he could get use to this.
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Sorry for the slow updates. I've been having some really bad back pain and haven't really been able to do much.
I'll see you in the next one!