Mon Chérie

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Jack rings the doorbell, million of thoughts raced through his mind.

Zach opened the door.

"Hey beautiful." Jack hands him the usual rose.

"Good morning mon chérie, come in, she's in the living room."

The curly head gets in and they walk to the living room.

They introduce themselves while Zach plops down on the couch, his legs sore from a show yesterday.

"Posture Zachary. I taught you better than that." The brunet sits up and so does Jack, but more discreetly.

"So Mr. Avery, how did you two meet?"

"Zach helped my sister with her makeup and I just had to thank him, my little sisters mean the absolute worl-"

"That needs to stop. You belong to our world now. I'm paying you to be Zach's assistant not to know about your personal life."

"That was so heartless. At least pretend you care and don't be a bitch about it."

"Speak when spoken to." Zach gets up.

"Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom." He leaves the room.

"Mrs. Herron, I really like working with Zach. He's honestly only of the nicest people I ever met. His life is tiring but I think I'm the perfect person for the job."

"His life is more than shows and shoots and you're going to have to report it to me every time he screws up. I take no less than excellence."

"And I'll give you excellence."

"As you should. I was thinking you should move in with us to prevent you from being late due to traffic." Jack swallow in dry.

"Do I have to give you an answer right away?"

"You have until next week. As you should know, we need to go to Paris again for another show, of course you don't need to pay for the ticket you just need to have your passport."

"Thank you Mrs. Herron."

"Call Zachary, he has a show in five hours. He needs to get ready."

"Actually, he has a class to teach and a small shoot to attend. Master Corbyn has a business trip and asked him to teach the small kids."

"Don't get him off track. He needs this. It's his only talent."

"Mrs. Herron your son is more talented than you thi-"

"Let's go Jack. I don't wanna be late to teach my only talent."

Jack excuses himself and they get in the car.

The brunet slams the door closed and puts his airpods in, letting them blast some random song into his ears.

The curly head sighed and laid his hand on his thigh, silently displaying he was there for him.

Zach intertwined their fingers and looked outside.

Jack drives to the studio in silence, not wanting to anger or hurt the brunet even more.

They get in the studio and Zach starts warming up, the pods still on his ears.

Jack sits on the piano and starts playing it softly, not wanting to disturb the brunet.

Then an idea popped in his head.

He whistled loudly catching the brunet attention.

"Yes?"

"Do you mind if I go downstairs real quick? I think I forgot something."

"Sure, we still have time until the kids get in."

"Be right back." Jack pecks his cheek lovingly.

***

Jack returns a few minutes later with a notebook, a pencil and an eraser.

Zach was still warming up.

The brunet walked up to him and hugged him.

"Sorry for being bitchy."

"It's okay beautiful. Your mom is a real bitch, no offense though."

"I know...she really is."They chuckle.

Zach pecks his cheek and sits next to him on the piano.

He starts playing la vie em rose.

Jack harmonized on a lower scale.

The curly head breathes in and starts singing softly.

"Join me." Jack nudges him.

"I-I only know the lyrics in French."

"Doesn't matter."

Zach starts singing, surprising Jack with his skill.

The door opens and the kids with their moms start swarming in.

The brunet stops singing and playing.

"We'll continue this another time okay?"

"You have a beautiful voice Z."

"You too." Zach gets up and smiles softly before his cold demeanor returning.

"Moms, you know the drill." Every mother leaves the room except for one.

"Master Herron, may I have a word with you?" A mother asks.

"Sure, everyone start warm-ups!"

They walk outside.

"Yes?"

"Ashley is loving the classes with you, I've talked with the other moms and their kids think the same...do you want to teach this class?"

"I actually love kids, but I don't know if my schedule is compatible with it...and I'm a lot in between Paris and LA...and I don't want to be a teacher that is always missing. I'd actually love to teach this class."

The woman nods, understanding the situation.

"At least I tried." She sighs.

"Perhaps next year I'll have a less busy schedule and teach them okay? They're really nice kids and I understand where you're coming from. I'll see what I can do."

The woman hugs him and Zach pats her back awkwardly.

"Okay ma'am, I need to teach the class."

Zach parts the hug.

"Thank you Master Zach."

"No problem, have a nice day."

***

"What brand are you shooting for?"

"Uhh...Nike. " Jack's jaw drops.

"For real? That's kinda huge."

"I know I'm scared shitless. Maybe my body is not good enough for-"

"Don't say that. Your body is heavenly, just like the rest of you. Some people would kill to have a body like yours."

"I gained four pounds in a week. I'm surprised my mother didn't call me fat."

"She does that?"

"Sometimes."

"Again, your mom is a bitch, no offense."

"I know and again, she really is."