Drabble - Chris and Darren in Paris. Sometimes timing sucks. 880 words.
Chris is giving his room the once over, checking that he’s packed everything in his case before he heads down to meet Alla in the lobby. He checks his phone, sees that he has no messages, and pockets it. His chest suddenly feels heavy, like there is a weight attached to his heart, trying to bring him down.
He only allows the feeling to consume him for a second before he shakes his head. He knows that if he gave in he would end up waiting in his room with his eyes glued to his cell and probably miss the Eurostar. If there’s anything better than travelling through Paris, watching the city disappear into the countryside before looking up at the night’s sky in London, he hasn’t experienced it yet.
He slowly pulls his jacket on, or rather his jacket. He had leant it to Chris when Brian accidently fell asleep on his leather one. He must have been dreaming about catching mice because when Chris went to put it on the next day it was covered in fur and there were three long strips of ripped fabric.
There’s a knock at his door and Chris thinks it must be Alla trying to hurry him along. It isn’t like the journey to London is long, but she has some last minute business with the store manager before he goes home and the hotel they’re staying in does a good steak for dinner (so he’s been told).
“I’m almost ready,” Chris says as he opens the door. He stops still, his lips parting around an oh before they soften around a smile. “Hi.” His voice is a little breathless, like him being here has removed all of the air from the room. It would explain Chris’ sudden lightheadness.
Darren is looking sheepish; almost guilty. He’s wearing his U of M hoodie and a navy beanie over his long curls. He’s wearing fingerless gloves and is holding a white paper bag ,his fingers gripping around the oddly shaped contents.
“Hi,” Darren says. His voice is warm like honey and it makes something twist hotly in Chris’ stomach. He smiles awkwardly, almost nervously as he holds up the bag like a peace offering. “I got you breakfast.”
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