Her.
She was the one who obliterated Hercules' heart. She was the one who smashed him into a million pieces, and destroyed his soul.
Her name, was Elizabeth Sanders.
Hercules met her two years ago, and fell. He pined over her for weeks, always eyeing her in his college classes until he finally worked up the valor to ask her on a date.
They seemed perfect for each other, both funny, friendly, courageous. They were both interested in fashion, in the world around them. Elizabeth got along like a house on fire with Hercules' friends, although John never admitted that he got odd vibes off her.
Elizabeth had vibrant green eyes, long, flowing and wavy brown hair and freckles sprinkled along her cheeks. She had pink lips, and a constant blush on her cheeks. She wore dark emerald dresses, green was her favourite colour. Elizabeth seemed to love Hercules.
Seemed to.
Hercules fell head over heels in love, always seemed awestruck around her. She clung to his arm whenever she could, always stared up in admiration at him.
Elizabeth said her favourite physical thing about Hercules was his arms.
Hercules said his favourite physical thing about Elizabeth was her eyes.
They both said their favourite overall things about one and other was their hearts.
Hercules would gush about Elizabeth to his friends, Elizabeth to hers. They were so in love. Alexander joked they were made for each other, like horse and carriage. It was all so perfect.
Until it wasn't.
Hercules came home from class to the harsh ringtone of a mobile phone. He didn't recognise the music. Hercules proceeded into the room, following the music. He found the phone, picking it up and looking at the name.
Incoming call from:
Baby Got Back
He shook his head in disbelief. No. No way. Someone must have left their phone, or this was a nickname for Elizabeth's friend! Yeah!
Hesitantly he answered the call, pressing the phone to his ear.
"Hey, Liza. I'll be seeing you at eight, right? You made a promise to ditch the big guy." A succulent British spoke with a slight slur on the other end of the call.
Hercules felt rage rip through him. "Who might be this 'big guy!'" He demanded, refusing to admit the inevitable.
"Uhh... is this not Elizabeth?" The Brit sounded terrified.
"No. This is her boyfriend." Hercules hissed, taking the phone from his ear. He screenshoted the name and number before pressing the phone violently to his ear again.
"O-oh..."
"Don't even think about hanging up." Hercules boomed, resisting the urge to toss the phone across the room and out the window.
"Okay!"
"So, mind telling me how you know my girlfriend? And what you play on doing at eight?" Hercules sneered, gritting his teeth.
"Uh... I met her on Tinder and I planned on... you know." He paused nervously.
"Well you should be able to meet up at eight, and at point she'll be a single girl." And he hung up. Hercules airdropped the screenshot to his own phone.
Fury.
Fury at the fact Elizabeth had a secret phone.
Ire at her cheating.
Five minutes later Elizabeth flounced into their shared apartment, smiling. "Sweetie!"
"You won't be calling me that." Hercules snapped.
"Woah, what's got into you?" She giggled, skipping over to her boyfriend.
Hercules held up the white iPhone. "Care to explain?"
"Umm?" She bit her lip in agony.
"Would you like to tell me why a British man is asking you to come over?" Hercules smirked.
"He... he's my friend?" Elizabeth stuttered anxiously.
"Really? A friend that you casually fuck behind my back?" Hercules threw the phone on the floor.
"Herc-"
"Don't say my name like you care!" Hercules exclaimed.
"Hercules, please!" She sobbed, clutching his shirt.
"Don't touch me!" Hercules shoved her away. "Pack your bags and get out!"
"Herc! No! I need-" Her green eyes shimmered with tears.
"You don't need me. You need to get out!" Hercules shoved her away again, staring sharpened daggers at his ex.
"Please! Give me another chance!" Elizabeth sobbed.
"No! I've been through this one to many times with other people! Shove your clothes in a bag and get out!" Hercules left the room, storming into their shared room. He grabbed some plastic bags, opening the wardrobe and throwing Elizabeth's clothes into it. He finished, grabbing her books and tossing them into another bag. He exited, basically chucking them at Elizabeth.
"Herc, no!" Elizabeth scrabbled to pick her stuff.
"Yes! That's your important things, get the fuck out my apartment!" Hercules directed Elizabeth towards the door.
"Please! I love you!" She bawled.
"No you don't! If you did, you wouldn't cheat! Get the fuck out!" Hercules took the bag full of books, opening the front door and tossing them out.
"Hercules!" Elizabeth sobbed, tears streaking down her cheeks violently.
"This is my apartment, I rented it. So get out before I call the police!" Hercules screamed.
She dragged herself to her feet, her dress mucky. "One more chance!"
"I said no! Get out!" Elizabeth grabbed her plastic bag, scrambling to the door.
"I-I'm sorry!" She grabbed Herc's collar, attempting to pull him into a kiss.
"Don't touch me ever again." Hercules hissed, taking note of the key in her hand. He grabbed it, pushing her and slamming the door.
Ten minutes later the door flew open.
"HERC! HERC WHAT'S THE MATTER!?" John yelled.
Alex and John comforted him.
That's the story of Her.
Her.
Back to Lafayette at Hercules in real time.
Lafayette walked briskly down the street to a coffee store. He pushed the door open, the bell ringing to signal his entrance.
"Bonjour, I'll take a latte, sit in." He smiled at the barista.
"Sure, can I take a name?" The girl didn't look up, seeming quite engrossed in a photo on her phone.
"Lafayette." He smiled.
The girls head whipped up, her curly pony tail bounce. "Lafayette? French Fry?"
"Which one are you?" Lafayette chuckled.
"I'm Peggy!" She grinned manicly.
"Oh! You were my favourite!" Lafayette beamed, "apart from Herc." He murmured.
"Apart from Herc?" She teased.
"Look, just make my coffee." Lafayette joked, watching her make his coffee.
"Okay, my break starts soon. Sit and we can talk!" She bounces, finishing the coffee. Peggy handed it over, tossing her apron asquew along the floor and joining Lafayette at his chosen table.
"'Ow 'ave you been, eh... Peggy?" Lafayette smiled, taking a sip of piping hot coffee.
"I've been great! How are you, Laf?" She grinned.
"All right."
They chatted until Lafayette finished his latte, and then Peggy's manager came over, telling her, that her break had been over for five minutes. They said goodbyes and parted ways, Lafayette's phone binging just as they did.
BeefHercy: Hey, Laf! Can u come over? I can take it measurements
FrenchFry: yeah sure
BeefHercy: Great! See ya soon
FrenchFry: i was at the coffee shop just down the street so ill be there soon
BeefHercy: awesome
Lafayette started down the street when someone tugged the back of his jacket.
"Bonjour?" He spun around to see a small girl of around 7 or 8.
"Are you the pretty man in the magazine's?" She smiled in awe, holding up a newly bought pamphlet. She pointed pressingly at the tall male dressed fancy on the fourth page.
Lafayette look a closer look. "Oui! I believe that is me!" He grinned.
"Mommy! Mommy! It's the man in the magazine!" The little girl ran to her mother, dragging her over.
"Hello, I'm so sorry, is she bothering you?" The mother asked bashfully, her child bouncing in her toes.
"Non, it's fine. I'm flattered." Lafayette smiled at the short girl who was still rambling about the 'model man'.
"She's the type of girl who cuts her favourite models out of magazines and sticks them in books." The mother admitted humbly, smiling.
Lafayette bent down to the girls level. "How would you like to have a photo of both of us?" He smiled.
The girl squealed excitedly. "Mommy! Please!"
"If it's not any trouble." The lady handed Laf her phone.
"Of course." Lafayette snapped a selfie with the youngster, handing the phone back to the mother. The small girl hugged him tightly.
"Thanks." The girl took her mothers hand, "she's so happy." And they started to walk off.
Lafayette smiled toothily, brushing himself down.
Right.
To the tailor shop.
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