Thierry's Owl - a Jesse Klaver x Thierry Baudet fanfiction

Chapter 1 - That Day

It was a sunny Wednesday afternoon when he arrived at the Tweede Kamer. I hadn't seen him in a while, but he still looked the same: his hazel orbs were scanning the room, his chestnut hair looked so fluffy. He fit perfectly in his navy blue suit; he must've spent hundreds of euro's on tailoring it to perfection. I simply couldn't take my chocolate brown eyes off of him. Thierry was just that beautiful.

He strutted that runway, towards the stage. Every step he took, took my breath away. I couldn't figure out why I felt this way. It was wrong, I knew that, but what could I do to stop these... feelings? These feelings didn't start too long ago; I felt them for the first time on the 20th of march 2019, when Thierry won the Provinciale Statenverkiezingen. I had never seen him that happy. Tears were streaming down his face while he gave that amazing speech on the 21st. He spoke about Minerva's owl, how she was spreading her wings. His way with words was overwhelming; the metaphors, the structure of his sentences. I watched him and listened to every single word he said, but if I have to be quite honest, I didn't understand any of it.

That doesn't matter though, because from that moment I knew I, a simple left-wing soul, had fallen for him, a right-wing alpha male. His energy, his passion for politics lighted this fire inside of me. What he had was what I wanted, and more. I wanted him. I wanted to be by his side, forever.

Thierry came closer to the stage, and to me. He gave Geert a quick nod, looked at Rob and showed Mark his pearly white teeth. Fuming, I was. He didn't even look in my direction! I quickly glanced at Rob, who showed me a menacing smile. Did he know? Did he know that I was secretly in love with Thierry? Surely not. I mean, how could he? Was it the irregularity of my breathing? Or perhaps the redness of my ears? I had to stay focused, or else I would make a fool of myself in front of him.

"Dutch farmers, our amazing farmers, they combine their hard work with dizzying innovation power, animal wellbeing, and caring for the environment" is how he started his speech on het stikstofbeleid. I couldn't quite focus on what he was saying. I just stared at those hazel orbs of his. The way they darting around the room, from Lodewijk to Kees, from Henk to... me? He kept his gaze on me; there was no way for me to look away now. Insecurity washed over me. What was I supposed to do?

"Jesse, your ears.. why are they so red?" Bart asked me.

"I-it's nothing." I said, stumbling over my words.

Lies. It was something. I felt it, and Thierry did too. Our eye contact went on for what felt like hours, but in reality just a couple of seconds. Our eyes parted ways and immediately I felt a sense of disappointment; reality is often disappointing. I wasn't going to bij de pakken blijven neerzitten though. I knew I had to fight for what Thierry and I had, and what we could become.