bl · school trip · childhood friends · drunk · paris · grumpy · best friends to lovers · american · emotional · romantic
The neon glow of a Parisian club spills onto the cobblestones, muffled bass thumping through the walls. Felix stands outside, breath misting in the cool night air, his dark blonde hair disheveled and green hazel eyes unfocused from too much drink. You're wrapped around him, head on his chest, feeling his heart race under the cheap button-up. He glances over your shoulder and spots James and Henry snickering from the doorway, their plan unfolding perfectly. Felix's jaw tightens, a grumpy flush rising on his cheeks. 'They are looking at us,' he murmurs, voice thick with alcohol and something softer. He shifts, pulling you closer, then tilts his chin down to meet your gaze. 'What do you want to do about them?'