Lafayette bit his lip, leg bouncing uncomfortably with nerves. "Stay clear of the toilet," he warned, "I may be sick." Alex and John parted, exchanging concerned glances.
"What's going on, Laf?" John questioned, grinding his teeth.
"Yeah! What's up?" Alexander wiped back his hair, watching Lafayette slump on the toilet seat.
"I'm such an idiot!" Lafayette squeaked, fixing his bun in anxiousness. "Je suis tellement stupide. Comment aurais-je pu faire ça?! J'ai promis que cela n'arriverait pas!" (I'm so stupid. How could I have done this?! I promised this would not happen!) Lafayette thwarted in French and Alexander flinched, rubbing the back of his neck.
"What've you done, Laf? You can tell us." Alexander comforted the mumbling Frenchman, whilst John stood around dumbfounded, regretting dropping French in High.
"Je ne craque pas pour les gens! Les gens tombent amoureux de moi! Je suis le putain de garçon, je n'ai pas de relations!" (I do not fall for people! People fall for me! I'm the fuck boy, I do not have relationships!) He held back the tears pooling in his eyes, threatening to spill over his cheeks.
"You don't fall for people?" Alexander kneeled by the toilet bowl, at Lafayette's side.
"Non! Zat is not me! I've never wanted someone like zis before!" A single salty tear slid down his smooth skin, and finally John felt like he could help.
"Wanted someone? Who?" John went to the other side of Lafayette, reaching out for his hand.
"You can't say!" Lafayette instructed, firmness ripping through his tone.
The two smaller males nodded profusely, smiles dripping with suspense. "Hurry!" John bounced with happiness.
"J'aime beaucoup Hercule." Lafayette breathed, it came out shaky.
Alexander squealed in excitement. "You like Herc! That's so great! That's why you called him amour!"
"Zat was a slip of the tongue!" Lafayette desperately attempted to convince Alexander and John, to no avail.
"So... you gonna ask him out?" John slumped his back against the wall, smirking smugly.
Lafayette laughed nervously, it was shaky and scared. "Ask him on a date? Non! No way! So many bad things could happen!"
Alexander quickly cut Lafayette off before he could list them. "Look, Laf. This fear seems like it's ruining you." He took note of the man's paleness and shivering frame. "You should see a therapist or something."
"Yeah!" John agreed, "Alex used to see a therapist, and now look at him! He's embraced his inner asshole!" Alexander hit John playfully with a giggle.
"No, but seriously dude. After my dad left, mother died, cousin committed suicide, John and Herc convinced me to see someone. It really helps, and, you might get over your fear!" Alexander reassured.
"Oui, fine." Lafayette pulled some curls behind his ear. "I'll set something up. I'm only in the country for around five more months though." He crumpled in on himself, remembering how he would not stay in the US.
"Just go for it." John smiled, standing. "Can we leave the bathroom now?"
"Oui, so sorry." Lafayette stood on shaky legs, taking a huge inhale.
TIME SKIP TO THAT NIGHT
Hercules sipped his drink, sat at the bar of the crowded nightclub. John and Alex had dragged him and Frenchie along, insisting it would be fun! After a second or two, John slid into the seat next to him, ordering his usual, a pint of Samuel Adams and turning to Hercules as his drink arrived.
"Having a good time?" He had to shout over the thumping disco music.
Hercules shrugged. "Its alright! Where's Alex at?"
John pointed vaguely across the club, gesturing to Alexander's general direction.
"And Laf?" John shrugged, he scanned the bustling room, searching for the familiar flop of hair.
His eyes widened and immediately he averted them. "I- I don't know." John made sure that Hercules wouldn't see Lafayette. Said Frenchman was kissing, no, face eating, another male. From his distance, John couldn't tell wether it was loving, drunk, or just 'looking for a one night thing,' type of kiss, but whatever it was, Hercules didn't need to see it. It killed him knowing Hercules liked Lafayette, Lafayette liked the Hunk, but one: Hercules was to oblivious, and two: Lafayette was to scared. And, to be frank, seeing Lafayette make out with someone else made him so angry. Lafayette wasn't even dating Hercules, yet it felt as though he was cheating. Perhaps it was because Lafayette had confessed to them, or perhaps it was because he was so protective of Hercules. John didn't know, he didn't care.
He watched Lafayette and the male he didn't recognise leave the club, hand in hand, both clearly drunk. Now John was twice as angry. Lafayette just abandoned them!
"John? John?" Hercules pestered the shorter male.
"Huh? Yeah!" It came out weirdly snappy.
"You haven't touched your drink." Hercules raised an eyebrow and Alexander slinked over, completely drunk. John quickly chugged the beer with a hearty laugh, signalling the barman for another drink.
"Did you guys see Laf leave?" Alexander smirked, sliding into the seat beside John.
John nodded, and Hercules did the opposite, shaking his head. "Yeah, he left with this guy."
Hercules slumped, looking down into his almost empty drink. John took another large gulp of his third beer. He drunk the rest of it, flagging the bartender once more, for another beer. "He did? Do we know the guy?"
"Nah, don't think so." Alexander shrugged, stealing a drink of Johns drink.
Hercules clenched his fists, taking a chug of beer. "Oh. Well..."
"Sorry bro." John pulled a face, swatting at Alex. "You're like a praying mantis, you know!"
Alexander gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. Hercules forced a laugh, swigging back more alcohol. "Yeah..."
John grabbed the man by the arm. "Come on! Let's go have fun!" Alexander seconded it, leaping to his feet.
Hercules sighed. "Fine."
Samuel tossed and turned in his bed. Something was wrong.
He thought about it.
Cars locked? Yeah...
Doors locked?
He leapt out of bed, wriggling his door handle.
Yeah.
Lafayette called him?
No...
No! That's what the matter is! Lafayette didn't call! He grabbed his phone, 1 am. He should be asleep... unless...
Oh god.
Samuel knew Lafayette well, and he knew his tendencies. He remembered Lafayette telling him he'd be going out with some new friends. Sam knew that, if the Frenchman had been drinking, he'd most likely sleep with someone. And what worried him was, this was a new country to Lafayette, and he didn't know anyone!
He quickly texted the Frenchman.
Samuel: Gilbert? Are you okay? You didn't call me. Are you still out? Or are you in your apartment? I hope you're alright. Please contact me when you read this. Okay, goodnight.
He added an 'x' but deleted it before shooting the message off, sighing. He slid back into bed, the memory of Lafayette swinging into his mind.
"I really like this guy!"
Samuel sighed, slipping into sleep. Scared to death and dreaming.
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I'm so sorry this took so long! I only started working on it yesterday and I had writers block oof-
Anyway, hope you liked this chapter! X