9/2/13
Sorry for the long wait but here it is, the final chapter. *sigh* it is coming to a close :( and I just read back to my first authors note "mildly homourous" … yeah … that did not happen at all … one day … one day something I will write will end how I first envisioned it too.
Anyway, thanks for sticking with me through a bad time in my life and I hope you enjoy this.
P.S – I've just had a bad review from a guest. And because that person is a guest I can't talk to them privately so I am going to put the review on here and so if he/she is reading I can tell them and also in your reviews would people mind telling me if they agree?
Review for Flu-Bug: "How very dismal, how fandoms destroy all characterisation within a second.I would strongly advise filling this beneath another tag, I doubt you have ever laid eyes upon the original texts."
So whoever you are – 1) If you are going to speak like that to me about my writing then at least do it with an account so I can discuss why you hate it so. 2) I have read Les Miserables twice, watched all the movies, watched the musical, and written an A grade GCSE paper on Les Miserables and the hidden aspects that Victor Hugo wrote about Les Amis de l'ABC. So you cannot talk to me like I have just watched the movie once and decided things about it. 3) I never said this was cannon. I just love the care and concern Enjolras has for his friends and the adoration Grantaire has for the golden angel and have conveyed that into words with something that I would have loved to happen. 4) How did I ruin characterisation? Okay maybe Enjolras realising his love may be out of character but that was a paragraph from the end and I personally believe from reading the book that Enjolras cares about all of Les Amis and so would be concerned if one missed meetings. 5) and final point. If you will critic someone then don't do it so cruelly. Despite what people may pretend it hurts. It really hurts me when someone tears my writing to shreads when it is my solace and the only place on this earth where I can be myself and feel like I can be myself. So take it from me and anyone else out there you have insulted for having opinions. F**k off unless you decide to be a decent person to writers like me.
Sorry for all that but flames really hurt me and without you guys who support me that could have easily crushed my write. Yeah I know I am really sensitive but I hurt very easily and praise/constructive criticism make me feel slightly good inside. Sorry again for the super long AN, enjoy … I hope
Chapter 11
Grantaire slowly pulled open the door, before seeing Enjolras and attempting to slam it in his face. Enjolras predicted this response and with lightning quick reflexes, pushed himself inside before the drunkard could lock him out. Grantaire and Eponine's apartment was just how he remembered it, that beautiful night he first came. He remembered sitting on their sagging couch and sipping at the ridiculously overpriced wine he had brought along. Enjolras would do anything to travel back to that day again and tell Grantaire everything before they could get into this horrible state they were in now. "I'm sorry," were the first words out of Enjolras' mouth, and much to his relief they did seem to affect Grantaire in some way. The reporter's usually lax shoulders tensed for a spilt second before sinking down as he walked away from Enjolras, clearly trying to ignore him. Enjolras wasn't going to let him; not anymore. "I never meant to hurt you, I just wanted to protect you. If I had talked to you using my real identity then I knew men like those would find you!" Enjolras exclaimed, desperately pleading with the Grantaire that fell in love with Rene. "I didn't know they knew about Rene," he muttered, the strong façade flickering just for a second.
A second was long enough for Grantaire to see Enjolras' sincerity and felt his heart shatter again. It just threw his world to know that the man of his dreams had been lying to him and his long term crush was the same person as the man of his dreams. But the love was crushing the fragments like vines twisting into cracks in a brick wall. He wanted to let Enjolras back in, he desperately wanted the president back into his life. But Grantaire didn't trust him anymore; he could not love someone he didn't trust. But it seemed his heart was willing to try anyway. Maybe it was worth a shot; Enjolras seemed to want it to work. "Why do you want me back?" Grantaire screamed, spinning around. Enjolras could clearly see the deep dark bags hanging limply underneath bloodshot eyes. Madness radiated off him and jagged nails dug into the palms of his hands. It was only then Enjolras truly saw what his actions had done. The Grantaire he fell in love with had been shattered by his lies and fear for his own privacy. Enjolras would do anything to fix his love.
Grantaire knew that look, that was Enjolras' 'I've found a cause' look and he would not stand for it. "No! Don't you even think about it!" Grantaire exclaimed. "I am not some cause for you to fix Julien. Just stop pitying me and tell me the truth. Why. Do. You. Want. Me?" Grantaire exclaimed, taking no nonsense from the politician that had captured his heart.
"Because you challenge me!" Enjolras blurted out before his mind could catch up. "Everywhere I go everyone is trying to suck up to me by agreeing with everything I do and everything I say. I fell in love with you when you dared to criticise me. When you contradict me without caring what anyone thinks of you, my heart swells and I just want to debate with you until we agree," Enjolras shouted, the words flowing out of his mouth without his whirring mind being able to filter them. "At first I thought it was a competition, some way to better myself but it is so much more. I love you Nicolas and if you were a normal person you wouldn't take me back … but you are far from normal," Enjolras explained, his hands flying about passionately as he strode closer to Grantaire. By the time he was finished they were stood nose to nose, with Enjolras panting from his tirade.
"You're right, I'm not normal," Grantaire muttered, before darting forwards and catching Enjolras' stunning lips with his own. "I must be an idiot to take you back," Grantaire whispered, his beer scented breath tickling Enjolras' lips.
"You won't regret it, I swear you won't. I love you Nicolas," Enjolras beamed, pecking at Grantaire's lips once more, relishing the feeling.
"Oh for god's sake not in the living room, we eat in here!" Eponine shouted as she locked the front door behind her and pushed past them. Only later would the pair question her on why she wasn't surprised they got back together; and Eponine would just reply with a chuckle and a knowing wink.
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Grantaire was pacing, and trembling. Eponine had tried to get him to sit down. Combeferre had tried to get him to sit down. Even Courfeyrac had tried but to no avail. All four of them were sat in a back room waiting for the all important news. Enjolras was trying to legalise gay marriage. They had been together for six months now and the pair acted exactly like a married couple, but could not take the final step. Grantaire continued to pace, itching in his perfectly tailored suit and twisting his (hopefully) engagement ring around his finger. Enjolras had given it to him before he went in for the final voting; if gay and lesbian marriage was legalised then they would be the first to do it. A small smile twitched at Grantaire's lips as the thought lingered in his mind; Mr and Mr Enjolras-Grantaire, he couldn't wait. He continued to pace, his dream future rested on the decision made today. "R," Enjolras whispered as he stepped through the door. They were all lingering in a back room of a church just round the corner from the parliament buildings eagerly waiting Enjolras' return. Grantaire froze midstride and spun round with wide eyes to face Enjolras. This was the moment.
Enjolras stepped into the room, his head low and his hands twitching; Grantaire instantly feared the worst. His breath started coming in frenzied spurts. Their love was always going to be wrong. If Enjolras couldn't fix it then no one could. He hated being hated for something he couldn't control. He loved Enjolras but everyone was determined to stop them being happy. It just wasn't fair. Why must they be judged this way and treated so different. "Hey, hey sweetie," Enjolras spoke up, cupping Grantaire's chin with his hand and tilting his lover's head up. He softly kissed Grantaire's cheek where a tear had run down during his internal despair. "Will you marry me?" Enjolras whispered in Grantaire's ear softly, sporting a smug smile due to his success. Grantaire's face was a picture of shock as Enjolras stood there waiting for a response. It felt like hours but could have only been seconds.
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Grantaire shouted practically jumping on Enjolras. And it was that moment, the moment where all their closest friends were full of joy and Enjolras and Grantaire had a long life ahead of them that they finally realised, everything was going to be alright now.
