diamonds on the floor
Author's Note: I blame tumblr, but I actually really like this. This is really short, but please enjoy.
Dammit, she thinks as she finds a flat tire on her car. It's two am. It's been a shitty day. She got into a fight with her best friend Marius, she had to work two eight hour shifts at her two jobs, a client at her first job bitched at her for no reason, and she nearly got fired from the bar for spilling a drink on a now, she can't even go home. She kicks her piece of shit car and immediately crouches on the ground to nurse her foot.
"Fuck!" She screams into the sky. She sits her ass on the ground and pulls off her wretched heels. She pulls out her phone. She scrolls through her contacts.
Marius would be her first call, but she's so pissed off that she can't find herself calling him. Courf is her second choice, but he's out of town visiting his parents. Grantaire is probably drunk somewhere. Joly and 'Chetta are celebrating their fifth year anniversary. She doesn't associate with her parents, and her siblings are sleeping (and can't drive any ways).
There's one name that stands out. What the hell, she thinks. She presses call.
It takes three rings for him to pick up.
"Hello," Enjolras says sleepily. Eponine chuckles a little bit.
"Hey."
"Eponine?" She imagines him running his fingers through his hair.
"Can you pick me up?" She hears a shuffling in the background.
"Yeah, where are you?" She quickly tells him where she's at. He says he'll be there in five minutes. They hang up at the same time.
Eponine throws her head back and hits her cranium hard against the car door. She whimpers in pain.
"Why!" she all but screams. She rubs the back of her head. A bump is definitely going to show up within the next couple days.
Eponine's not one to cry, but it's been a complete shit day. So fuck it, shit happens. She starts to bawl her eyes out.
When Enjolras pulls up behind Eponine's car, she's nowhere to be found. He quickly parks and gets out. He finds her sitting on the sidewalk holding the back of her head. She's sobbing her eyes out.
Enjolras is taken back. He's never, in the seven years they've known each other, seen her cry. He quickly approaches her and sits next to her.
"'Ponine, what's wrong?" She shakes her head and throws her arms around him. She cries into his shoulder, and he just holds her against him. He strokes her back with reassurance and whispers soothing words into her ear.
When her tears finally stop, he picks her up bridal style (picking up her discarded heels as well) and places her in the passenger seat of his car. He drives towards his apartment. When he parks the car, he reaches over her and opens her door.
He unlocks his apartment door and leads her inside, takes her to him bedroom, gives her a large t-shirt and some shorts to change into, and helps her out of her uncomfortable work clothes.
He pulls her into bed with him. She wraps her arms around him. They don't say a single word. He kisses the top of her forehead.
She closes her eyes. It's been a shit day, a shit night, and though it'll be the worst day of her life. She'll be alright in the morning.
As long as she wakes up in Enjolras' arms.