Liar Liar, Pants On Fire || Laurent Thierry x Reader

Chapter 1 || French Bastard

Key:
(Y/n): your name
(L/n): last name
(N/n): nickname, more specifically one Laurent would give you.
(A/n): author's note
Mx: gender neutral synonym for Ms or Mr.

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(Y/n)'s p.o.v.:

It was a sunny day in Hollywood. I was enjoying a nice walk through the streets, feeling the sun on my face, earphones in my ears, playing some nice music, when I bumped into someone. I staggered back a bit but caught my balance, whereas the man who I ran into had fallen on the ground face first.

I took the earphones out of my ears and paused the music, looking down at the dorky looking man before me with a curious expression on my face. "Are you alright, sir?" I asked him, and got a response back with a thick accent. "Yeah yeah..." the man continued his sentence with an ominous grumble. "Are you sure? You're bleeding," I pointed at his forehead that had a cut in it.

The man felt his forehead and soon enough noticed the bleeding too, and again grumbled something that I couldn't quite understand. I sighed as I felt guilt creep up on me. I need to make up for this somehow.

"Can I at least buy you some bandages and get that cleaned up for you?" I asked, placing a hand on my hip. The man seemed surprised by my offer, but didn't deny my help so I took him to the nearest shop and bought some band-aids along with some antiseptic, and went to sit with him on the nearest bench outside.

I dabbed a napkin in the antiseptic and started cleaning up the wound, the man was shaking the whole time but he seemed like he was in a shock anyways, so I didn't mention it.

I was almost done with cleaning up the wound when I heard someone with a French accent call out for someone named "Edamame". Judging by the stranger's reaction of snapping a head towards the voice and hiding behind a trash can I assumed he was the Edamame in question, but as for why he was so scared of the person calling out to him, I didn't have the slightest idea.

I soon heard steps nearing me and soon around the corner popped up a guy with blond hair and crystal blue eyes. Something was off about him, he seemed so familiar but I didn't know why...

"Hey, you aren't Edamame..." I got out of my sudden trance as the blond spoke to me. His eyes widened slightly as we shared eye contact. "You look really familiar, do I know you from somewhere?" he asked me, and I shrugged. "Anyways, my friend just left in a panic after hearing some shocking news about his grandmother, he's not very stable right now and I'm worried about him... Do you know where he could be?" the man had a charismatic grin on his face, but something about it pissed me off. "He's really skinny, like a twig, wearing a suit and glasses?" I narrowed my eyes at him, I didn't like how he had a permanent grin on his face, he seemed like bad news.

I pretended to think for a bit about where Edamame had gone to and if I'd seen him. After a while I nodded and faked a smile. "I think he went that way," I said as I pointed in the opposite direction of where the blond came from. "Oh, thank you so much, Mx..?" he dragged out the sentence, indirectly asking for my name.

I decided that giving him my name wouldn't hurt, as he wouldn't probably even remember it after a while, so I just answered with "(Y/n) (L/n)." He grinned at me, showing his teeth, and said goodbye to me, waving with the same grin. "Bye (Y/n)!"

As soon as he turned the corner, Edamame jumped out of his hiding spot. He looked at me with a weirdly impressed look, mumbling about how he can't believe I "tricked that bastard," and other stuff. I just stood up again to finally place the band-aid on his forehead, when someone yelled out "boo!" behind us. My head instantly snapped to their direction, and the blond from before was there, laughing at our shocked faces.

I quickly glared at him and suddenly Edamame went forward to punch the blond's face, ending up falling over and then a woman appeared out of nowhere to kick Edamame unconscious. "FOR FUCK'S SAKE! I JUST WANTED TO BANDAGE HIS FOREHEAD!" I cried out, unintentionally cursing. As I realized what I said, I felt my eyes widen and I slapped my hand over my mouth, apologizing.

The blond and the woman just stared at me with blank faces, and the man started laughing uncontrollably again, slinging his arm over my shoulders while wiping away imaginary tears from his eyes.

"Oh dear, oh dear, you're so funny (N/n)-" but before he could continue the sentence, I elbowed him square in the face. "Stay away from me, you French bastard." I growled at him as he backed off and started groaning in pain, holding his bleeding nose.

Despite just having gotten elbowed in the face, he had the audacity to wink at me and try to hit on me. "You're a feisty one, I like it," he responded with a cheeky grin, and I moved over to punch him this time, but before I could do that, he backed away and hid behind the woman, raising his hands up as a sign of surrender with an amused look on his face.

What have I gotten myself in to?

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(A/n): there aren't even close to enough fanfics about my man Laurent here, so enjoy this brand-new book by yours truly. Once again not the longest chapter but a solid start anyways. Hope you enjoyed :).
-Sam