Y'all are gonna hate me *laughs manically*

After Hercules' birthday it all went back to normal.

Well.

""""Normal.""""

As normal as a cycle of sleeping with a bunch of different guys and growing jealously bubbling in your veins can be.

Hercules was so fed up. He liked Lafayette so much. So, so, so, so much. It was ridiculous, his heart thumped when they so much as idled paths, not to mention when they interacted. The fact that the Frenchman slept around broke his heart a little more every day, and that was the worst feeling. In fact no, scratch that, the worst feeling was that now it had been six months which means Lafayette would be returning to France. And that lead to Hercules secretly sobbing in his room late into the nights, so sleep was as rare as Alexander not drinking coffee. Another thing, the first lot of Lafayette's modelling had been posted into a fairly large magazine and Hercules was finding his hands full of work most of the time. So he couldn't spend time with the three people he actually wanted to see. And that made him feel worse.

He was having one of those days.

1. Annoying customers.

2. To much work.

3. Sleep deprived.

4. Lafayette was leaving for France.

Leaving. Gone. Adios, disappeared.

The strongest feelings he'd had in about... ever, was about to be shattered, as had happened similarly so many times before.

The bell signifying entrance rung and Hercules looked up, it was Lafayette. Oh god.

He looked oddly airy for leaving, then again, he was going home. But it still hurt. "Uh, 'ey 'Erc." Lafayette rubbed the back of his neck. "This is awkward but, I need to be paid..."

Hercules nodded, digging through his drawer and pulling out an envelope. "I'm gonna miss you. I-" He took a deep breath. If he messed up, he would probably never see Lafayette again. If it went well, Skype, phone calls, texting, all until they did meet again. "I really like you."

Lafayette took the envelope and froze. His mind raced, and nausea rose in his throat. And so he started to laugh, trying to shake it off. "Well, who doesn't?"

SHIT THAT CAME OUT COCKY AND SMUG! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

Hercules grit his teeth. Those. Days.

"Listen, Laf. I really like you, so don't ever act smug around me. Don't sleep around like fucking whore! And then act like you're better than me!" He yelled, throwing his hands in the air.

Lafayette's pent up tears fell and he scattered towards the door. As he reached it he whispered quietly. "I'm sorry, goodbye, Hercules."

"Drive, Samuel." Lafayette commanded.

"Did you get paid?"

"Oui." Samuel started up the car.

"Did you confess?"

"Non."

Hercules ran out the door, just in time to see the Earth shattering moment of Lafayette's car pulling away. He wanted to sprint after it, stop the car, hug Laf, apologise! Everything he should've in those few short moments of silence in his shop. But instead, he watched the car turn the corner, know that was it.

Lafayette was gone.

*SKIP FOUR MONTHS*

Hercules stared at his phone screen, the shop had been pretty quiet. Which was unusual. Ever since a... certain model... the tailoring really took off. To the point where Hercules now owned a bigger store. Maria was still his leading lady however.

Every so often, when the shop was quiet or the nights were sleepless, his brain would torment him with every word he said to Lafayette that fateful day. "Whore. Whore. Whore." Seemed to be his brains favourite word to repeat. What made it worse, was he could still hear himself saying it. Still see Lafayette's face. He could see the pain etched in his eyes, in fact the image never left. Just like now the Frenchman never contacted him. Although, that was kind of Hercules' own fault.

He absentmindely scrolled through Instagram. Where a certain news article caught his attention.

SUPER MODEL, MARQUIS DE LAFAYETTE, SEEN WITH MAN DAYS AFTER OPENING UP ABOUT HIS STRUGGLE WITH PHILOPHOBIA

And so he clicked it.

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Believe it or not, but the stories almost over.

Give it four or five chapters. I'll miss it though.