The article was in English, thank God. And the header picture was an image of Lafayette walking down the streets of Paris, a small, ginger haired man by his side. The man bore a white scarf and black jacket, whilst Lafayette was dressed in blue jeans and a red flannel shirt. He was also wearing black rimmed sunglasses. Out of curiosity, and anger at himself Hercules read on.

Super model, Marquis de Lafayette, was spotted down the streets of Paris yesterday with an unnamed male. As most of France know, Marquis is gay. So could this be his secret boyfriend? Especially since simply days ago in an interview, he opened up about struggles with Philophobia (fear of falling in love) and confessed to falling hard for a certain guy. The interview is linked below-

Hercules ignore the rest of the article and scrolled down to the bottom where the interview was. It was obviously in French, but had an option for English subtitles, which he chose. And started to play the video.

"Hello, Lafayette."

"Hello, it's a pleasure to be here." Lafayette smiled.

"We're hoping to do a quick interview, would that be alright?"

"Yes, that would be fine." Lafayette was still smiling.

"So, Marquis, we've heard about a lot of celebrities coming out with their mental health struggles, have you had anything similar?" The interview questioned, although they weren't in the shot.

Lafayette chewed his lip in thought. "I have. I've actually just stopped seeing a therapist."

Hercules frowned. He mocked, accidently, a man fighting... someone. Some sort of demons.

"Really? What was that for?"

"Philophobia, which is the fear of falling in love."

He paused the video. Was that why Lafayette reacted so badly? He was scared?

"Once back in France, I saw a therapist and am happy to announce I'm looking for a relationship." He winked towards the camera with a chuckle, and the interviewer giggled.

"It is true, that four months ago you left America? Correct?"

"That's right!" Lafayette fixed his bun swiftly, crossing one leg over the other in his seat.

"Did you meet anyone special whilst over there? Any friends, more?"

Lafayette chortled nervously. "I met a lot of people. And I'm still in contact with one. There was three people who were especially amazing. And to answer your question, someone did," he cleared his throat, "catch my eye. But, it didn't work. I was still terrified at that point."

"What was he like?"

"Amazing. He was a great friend, and I miss him like hell. That was the worst part about leaving, abandoning him. I kinda screwed it up." Lafayette laughed again nervously.

"What do you mean, screwed it up?"

"It wasn't just one thing. I slept around a lot, and I'm not afraid to admit that, but I have to say, I did it for the wrong reasons. I couldn't come to terms with my emotions so just covered that up with other guys." Lafayette's shoe scuffed the ground.

"That's a shame. What did he look like?"

Lafayette laughed at that. "He was... Tall and dark skinned, he had short hair... but. It wasn't about what he looked like, I mean, he was beautiful but, it was more than that. I can't describe it."

The interviewer hummed. "Does anyone here caught your eye?"

Lafayette pursed his lips before answering slowly. "I don't quite think I've gotten over this guy."

"Well, tell us, where are you going next?"

Lafayette's smile brightened and he clapped his hands. "I'm actually moving to New York for eighteen months, and I don't know when this is getting released, but my stuff has all been moved to America now and I should be leaving in two days."

"That sounds great. France will miss you, I'm sure. Thank you Marquis, that's all we have time for today."

"Thanks for having me!"

Hercules' breathing became unsteady at the prospect of Lafayette arriving back to America. Although, he was sure Lafayette wouldn't be near him. New York's a big place. And who was he still in contact with?

"Maria? Is the model coming in tomorrow?" Hercules called into the back, stopping his sewing machine.

Maria looked up from her phone. "Huh? Yeah, he is!"

Curls: Maria?

DressedInRed: Yee?

Curls: I'm at baggage claim, what's your apartment number again?

DressedInRed: My shifts almost over and its 88 Mercer Street

Curls: great!

DressedInRed: Tata, Laf!~

"Fabulous." Hercules smiled, awaiting Maria's reply.

"That's a really gay word."

"Oh, shut up!"

"You know you love me." Maria hollered, her phone pinging again.

"My heart belongs to another."

'Yeah, you screwed him over and now he's back and I don't have the heart to tell you." Is what Maria wanted to say, instead she laughed and picked up her jacket. "I gotta go, my friends coming to my apartment."

"Alright, have fun!"

"Will do!"

Do do do do do STEVE

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