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[mhkr-425]

Gorgeous

Summary: Short story based on Taron Egerton x Reader navigating a new relationship in the world of Hollywood. Initially inspired by “Gorgeous” by Taylor Swift

Warnings: Currently none…but will update if a chapter requires it

A/N: Thanks for reading! Appreciate feedback! I have a few chapters completed with the thought of doing more depending on how its received!

The uber dropped me off in front of the restaurant. As I stepped out, a breeze instantaneously rushed passed me causing my hair to get to stuck in my lip gloss. In this moment, I was grateful I had chosen a fitted dress. I walked toward the door, trying to sort out my hair so I didn’t look like I had just rolled out of bed, even though this dinner was the main thing that made me take off my sweatpants. I made my way to hostess, but before even saying I was meeting a group here, she led me to the back of the restaurant to a long table of 9 people. Great, I was lucky enough to be the awkward one coming in last. Luckily I was literally trained to do this and could pretend I was legitimately happy to meet the ones I didn’t know, and see the ones I did again.

           There I go again.

           Being cynical.

           But if I’m being honest, 8 weeks of hotels and press tours, right after a break up, really doesn’t give you much hope in people, or interest.

“Y/N!” You heard a familiar and comforting voice say your name with almost too much excitement.

“Hey Laura!” I tried to match her cheerfulness as she hugged me.

“I’m so happy you came! It’s been way too long!” Laura was one of my closest friends in this industry. We met 3 years ago on a film set and hit it off right away, but like most relationships formed through being cast mates- they kind of flutter out with how different your schedules get. We continued to keep in touch and support each other as much as we could, but it had been almost 4 months since I had seen her.

“I had to come! It’s your 30th, not exactly something a friend can miss.” I looked down the long table for where I would be sitting. I knew a few of the people sitting at the table but the only open chair was on the end, next to a girl I didn’t recognize and across from a guy I didn’t know. Perfect, time for fake conversation.

“I tried to save you a seat next to me but everyone just kind of filtered in around me.” Laura said quickly, in a quiet voice, probably noticing my face change. “Everyone!” She raised her voice, “I’m not going down the line, you all either already know Y/N, or at least know who she is, and she is horrible with names, so won’t remember anything I say.” I tried to smile at the table but quickly glared at Laura.

“Oh my god, I’m not that rude!” I playfully nudged her shoulder.

“Laura isn’t exactly wrong!” My gaze turned in the direction of her boyfriend, Richard, who quickly got up and gave me a hug. “It’s so good to see you, sorry to hear about…” He whispered in my ear, mid-hug.

“Not at all, please don’t be.” I pulled back and forced a smile, “It was a long time coming.” I pretended breaking up with my boyfriend of a year a half was nothing more than two lives going in two different directions, and a mutual agreement to end things. Something that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Well since my lovely girlfriend is insisting on not introducing you to anyone, I’ll at least help you to your seat so you don’t feel completely awkward.” His tone slightly mocking that of his partner, while offering his arm.

“Such manners.” I laughed and placed my hand on his arm. He pulled the chair out for me and I sat down.

“Y/N, this my dear friend from back home, Amelia.” Richard introduced the female sitting to my right to me. She smiled politely and said hi, in a Scottish accent, matching his. “And this is a guy who just won’t leave me alone and keeps showing up every where I am.”

I looked across the table at a man smirking up at Richard before turning his attention to me.

“He’s lying, he is the one forcing this friendship, it’s all for publicity.” He offered his hand across the table, “I’m Taron.” I accepted his handshake and smiled, suddenly losing the ability to form words. Richard made his way back to his seat as I heard Taron say, “I’m afraid if you don’t give me my hand back, it might get really sweaty and that wouldn’t be a good impression of me.”

“Sorry.” I jumped slightly and retracted my hand, looking down at the menu in front of me.

“Do you have a name? Or am I just expected to know it since your supposed to be this huge celebrity?” He questioned me, causing me to chuckle slightly and look back at him. He smirked for a second time, and again my mind went blank. He proceeded to drop his head briefly, shaking it, “Sorry, that was rude. I’m not good at this.” Focusing his gaze on his menu.

“Not good at basic social skills? Come on, we both know we are going to sit here for next hour or so, put on a show and pretend we are interested in what other people have to say, and then go home and sit on our respective couches, relieved that tonight is over.” His eyes locked on mine while I spoke. I was unsure of where this proclamation was coming from.

“Are you intentionally reading my thoughts?” He leaned back in his chair, “Because a truer statement on my feelings for tonight could not have been said.”

“Can I get you something to drink?” A waiter asked, appearing next to the table before I could answer.

“Could I get an extra dirty martini please, with three olives in it.” I ordered without missing a beat.

“I’ll have a vodka soda with lime, Ketel One preferably.” Taron added before the rest of the table placed drink orders. I pulled my phone out of my purse, glancing at a few text messages that came through. One from my manager, one from my mom, and one from Laura. I looked down the table at her, before opening her text.

                         Please be nice to him. Not all guys are dicks.

“I took you as much more of a fruity drink kind of girl.” Taron stated as my drink was placed down in front of me.

I looked up from my phone, and did my best to retain my mind and not let it turn to mush because of how gorgeous he was. His eyes connected with mine. They were warm and welcoming, like you could trust him without even know a thing about him. There was something distant in them too. Something the warmness didn’t allow to fully come through, but longed to be uncovered. Suddenly, without warning, I needed to know more about the depths of his eyes.

“I’m Y/N, and I’m not a fruity drink girl. I’m not a lot of things you probably think I am.” I explained before picked up my glass.

“Everyone, I just wanted to say a few quick things about the birthday girl over here…” Richard cleared his throat for everyone’s full attention.

But he didn’t have everyone’s full attention.

Mine was elsewhere.

I tried to focus on his sweet words about Laura, but all I could think about was the feeling of Taron’s eyes sneaking glances in my direction.

As Richard finished his toast, we all took sips of our drinks.

“So, shall we let this performance begin? Tell me something about yourself, so I can pretend to be interested.” Taron took a second sip of his drink while raising his left eyebrow at me.

[mhkr-425]

Gorgeous

Summary: Short story based on Taron Egerton x Reader navigating a new relationship in the world of Hollywood. Initially inspired by “Gorgeous” by Taylor Swift

Warnings: Currently none...but will update if a chapter requires it

A/N: Thanks for reading! Appreciate feedback! I have a few chapters completed with the thought of doing more depending on how its received!

The uber dropped me off in front of the restaurant. As I stepped out, a breeze instantaneously rushed passed me causing my hair to get to stuck in my lip gloss. In this moment, I was grateful I had chosen a fitted dress. I walked toward the door, trying to sort out my hair so I didn’t look like I had just rolled out of bed, even though this dinner was the main thing that made me take off my sweatpants. I made my way to hostess, but before even saying I was meeting a group here, she led me to the back of the restaurant to a long table of 9 people. Great, I was lucky enough to be the awkward one coming in last. Luckily I was literally trained to do this and could pretend I was legitimately happy to meet the ones I didn’t know, and see the ones I did again.

           There I go again.

           Being cynical.

           But if I’m being honest, 8 weeks of hotels and press tours, right after a break up, really doesn’t give you much hope in people, or interest.

“Y/N!” You heard a familiar and comforting voice say your name with almost too much excitement.

“Hey Laura!” I tried to match her cheerfulness as she hugged me.

“I’m so happy you came! It’s been way too long!” Laura was one of my closest friends in this industry. We met 3 years ago on a film set and hit it off right away, but like most relationships formed through being cast mates- they kind of flutter out with how different your schedules get. We continued to keep in touch and support each other as much as we could, but it had been almost 4 months since I had seen her.

“I had to come! It’s your 30th, not exactly something a friend can miss.” I looked down the long table for where I would be sitting. I knew a few of the people sitting at the table but the only open chair was on the end, next to a girl I didn’t recognize and across from a guy I didn’t know. Perfect, time for fake conversation.

“I tried to save you a seat next to me but everyone just kind of filtered in around me.” Laura said quickly, in a quiet voice, probably noticing my face change. “Everyone!” She raised her voice, “I’m not going down the line, you all either already know Y/N, or at least know who she is, and she is horrible with names, so won’t remember anything I say.” I tried to smile at the table but quickly glared at Laura.

“Oh my god, I’m not that rude!” I playfully nudged her shoulder.

“Laura isn’t exactly wrong!” My gaze turned in the direction of her boyfriend, Richard, who quickly got up and gave me a hug. “It’s so good to see you, sorry to hear about…” He whispered in my ear, mid-hug.

“Not at all, please don’t be.” I pulled back and forced a smile, “It was a long time coming.” I pretended breaking up with my boyfriend of a year a half was nothing more than two lives going in two different directions, and a mutual agreement to end things. Something that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Well since my lovely girlfriend is insisting on not introducing you to anyone, I’ll at least help you to your seat so you don’t feel completely awkward.” His tone slightly mocking that of his partner, while offering his arm.

“Such manners.” I laughed and placed my hand on his arm. He pulled the chair out for me and I sat down.

“Y/N, this my dear friend from back home, Amelia.” Richard introduced the female sitting to my right to me. She smiled politely and said hi, in a Scottish accent, matching his. “And this is a guy who just won’t leave me alone and keeps showing up every where I am.”

I looked across the table at a man smirking up at Richard before turning his attention to me.

“He’s lying, he is the one forcing this friendship, it’s all for publicity.” He offered his hand across the table, “I’m Taron.” I accepted his handshake and smiled, suddenly losing the ability to form words. Richard made his way back to his seat as I heard Taron say, “I’m afraid if you don’t give me my hand back, it might get really sweaty and that wouldn’t be a good impression of me.”

“Sorry.” I jumped slightly and retracted my hand, looking down at the menu in front of me.

“Do you have a name? Or am I just expected to know it since your supposed to be this huge celebrity?” He questioned me, causing me to chuckle slightly and look back at him. He smirked for a second time, and again my mind went blank. He proceeded to drop his head briefly, shaking it, “Sorry, that was rude. I’m not good at this.” Focusing his gaze on his menu.

“Not good at basic social skills? Come on, we both know we are going to sit here for next hour or so, put on a show and pretend we are interested in what other people have to say, and then go home and sit on our respective couches, relieved that tonight is over.” His eyes locked on mine while I spoke. I was unsure of where this proclamation was coming from.

“Are you intentionally reading my thoughts?” He leaned back in his chair, “Because a truer statement on my feelings for tonight could not have been said.”

“Can I get you something to drink?” A waiter asked, appearing next to the table before I could answer.

“Could I get an extra dirty martini please, with three olives in it.” I ordered without missing a beat.

“I’ll have a vodka soda with lime, Ketel One preferably.” Taron added before the rest of the table placed drink orders. I pulled my phone out of my purse, glancing at a few text messages that came through. One from my manager, one from my mom, and one from Laura. I looked down the table at her, before opening her text.

                         Please be nice to him. Not all guys are dicks.

“I took you as much more of a fruity drink kind of girl.” Taron stated as my drink was placed down in front of me.

I looked up from my phone, and did my best to retain my mind and not let it turn to mush because of how gorgeous he was. His eyes connected with mine. They were warm and welcoming, like you could trust him without even know a thing about him. There was something distant in them too. Something the warmness didn’t allow to fully come through, but longed to be uncovered. Suddenly, without warning, I needed to know more about the depths of his eyes.

“I’m Y/N, and I’m not a fruity drink girl. I’m not a lot of things you probably think I am.” I explained before picked up my glass.

“Everyone, I just wanted to say a few quick things about the birthday girl over here…” Richard cleared his throat for everyone’s full attention.

But he didn’t have everyone’s full attention.

Mine was elsewhere.

I tried to focus on his sweet words about Laura, but all I could think about was the feeling of Taron’s eyes sneaking glances in my direction.

As Richard finished his toast, we all took sips of our drinks.

“So, shall we let this performance begin? Tell me something about yourself, so I can pretend to be interested.” Taron took a second sip of his drink while raising his left eyebrow at me.