A/N: I watched Les Mis 3 times over the course of Friday and Saturday… I'm not even sorry #noregrets
Eponine padded quietly to the wooden door, but stopped just outside it. Back in Paris, Eponine and Enjolras had always shared the bed together for comfort, warmth, and protection. Here, the idea of sharing the same bed seemed like a much bigger deal than it had been, and walking into his room seemed like a leap of faith to Eponine.
She placed her hand on the cold, brass doorknob and very nearly pushed it open, but lost her courage. It's just Enjolras, he won't care if you come inside his room, Eponine thought as she twiddled with her nightgown.
Eponine stood anxiously outside the door for several more moments with her hand still on the doorknob. She still couldn't fathom why she was so nervous, and she convinced herself to open the door.
She shoved it open, hard, but jumped back in surprise when a figure let out a cry and fell downwards. The man grunted as he tried to hoist himself up again.
"Enjolras! I'm so sorry!" Eponine whisper shouted as she tried to help him to his feet.
"It's alright, it's my fault for standing at the door for so long," Enjolras chuckled.
"Why were you standing at the door for 'so long?'" Eponine asked arching her eyebrows, and Enjolras realized his slip up and embarrassedly rubbed his neck.
"Erm… Well I was going to go into your room, but I couldn't decide if it was a good or bad idea; I wanted you to have your personal space and I didn't want to seem too forward," Enjolras mumbled.
"I was standing outside your door for a while; I couldn't sleep without you beside me, yet I didn't know if you wanted me with you or not," Eponine admitted with a slight blush.
"Of course I would want you with me Eponine. If I could have it my way, you would be with me every second of every day. Of course, you would probably get tired of being with me for that long," Enjolras stated as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Eponine looked up at Enjolras with awe in her brown orbs.
Eponine quietly shut the door and stepped into the room.
"Can I stay with you tonight?" she asked even though the answer was obvious. Enjolras gently pulled her towards his bed and they comfortably climbed into it. Enjolras wrapped his arms around Eponine's little body and she snuggled into him. They fell into a peaceful sleep within a matter of minutes.
Enjolras bolted up straight at the sound of knocking on his door. Sunlight poured through the windows blinding Enjolras momentarily, but he shook the light out of his eyes.
"Albaric? May I come in? We need to discuss some things. I think you shall be pleased to hear that your aunt convinced me to let you stay," Uncle Jacques' voice rang out bitterly.
Enjolras sank back in his bead and groaned loudly. It would look highly dishonorable if Uncle Jacques were to see Eponine in his bed, so he tried to delay his uncle.
"One moment, uncle, I quite literally just woke up," Enjolras shouted back, trying to shake Eponine in the process. "My uncle is at the door! You need to hide! I'll try to get him out of here, but you need to remain hidden," he whispered as Eponine fluttered open her eyes.
"Where can I go?" she whispered back in a panic, and Enjolras pointed underneath the bed.
"Under there?" she mouthed angrily, and Enjolras nodded his head.
"It's the only place!" he mouthed back as Eponine shot him a glare. She lifted up the skirt of the bed and ungratefully crawled underneath the small space. Enjolras looked down to make sure that no traces of Eponine were visible.
"Come in!" he called when he decided that Eponine was well hidden.
Uncle Jacques barged through the door.
"What you said last was nearly unforgivable, how can you believe in such a ridiculous cause? I… Never mind, that is not what I came in here to say. I wanted to let you know that you can stay with us for a couple weeks if you wish to. I know you have classes you must return to, so you shan't stay here for too long. My wife wanted me to apologize for my behavior last night, but I do not think I shall. After all, I meant what I said, I should not have to say sorry," Uncle Jacques said as he sat down on the edge of Enjolras' bed.
Enjolras ignored the last part.
"I will talk to Eponine first, but I think that at the end of two weeks would be a good time for us to return to Paris," Enjolras said.
"You should be lucky that your aunt is so gracious, if it were up to me, I would have you arrested for rebelling against the king," Jacques said harshly. Enjolras also chose to ignore that comment. Jacques stood up and started to walk out of the room, but paused at the threshold.
"Did I smell perfume in here?" he asked rhetorically as he disappeared from sight.
When he was gone, Eponine reemerged from underneath the bed, but her nightgown was covered in dust.
"I hate that man," she spat. She frantically tried to brush all of the unwanted dust off of her before she took her place once more next to Enjolras on the bed.
"I hate him too," Enjolras said before placing a quick kiss on Eponine's lips.
"Today, I'm going to try and rally some of the rich people to join in my crusade; I hope it works," he announced.
Eponine hoped it would work too.
A/N: I'm excited to write the next chapter! Enjolras is going to be rallying some people… or will he?