Pedro Pascal/Character

Pedro Pascal 2

A fancy get-together with Pedro and a few of his celebrity friends. He's excited to introduce you, but you're nervous as hell. Cue hiding in a bathroom while he calms you down, promising not to leave your side for the rest of the evening. 

Unfortunately, you are wearing a dress.

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You got out of the car, careful not to trip on the train of your dress. It wasn't something you'd pick out for yourself, but rather Pedros stylist. When you saw the look on his face it was almost worth the hours of time you'd spent being made to look 'beautiful'. Almost. 

Your hair was twisted into a complicated spiral behind your head. The stylist had joked that if it was tight enough, it would act as a face-lift. You felt like you could barely smile, let alone talk with the sheer force pulling at your skin. You were in heels, which tapered to a point, and you were glad of Pedros helping arm as you walked along the carpet. Adoration was clear in his eyes, and made it bearable, if only for a short time. His hand was on your back, you in front slightly, him being a perfect gentleman, letting you set the speed, him easily able to walk in his comfortable loafers and a tux. 

Not that you were complaining. 

The tux accentuated his broad shoulders, and made his skin look darker, his teeth dazzling. A smile wormed its way onto your face, and you squeezed his arm tightly. You hated social functions, but knew that it was a part of Pedros life, and if you wanted to be part of his life, you had to learn to cope. 

Once inside, you felt wildly out of place. You knew barely anyone here, and those you did know, was only because you'd seen them on the screen. Pedro steered you over to a small table, where you leaned against it, then had to turn to greet some people. 

His name was called over and over, and he left you alone to go and mingle. You weren't brave enough to go up and introduce yourself to anyone, so moped in the corner, watching as he smiled and laughed, cracking jokes and having a great time, without you. It wasn't like you to be so insecure. You know he loves you. And you love him. But seeing him here, with all his fancy friends, you felt as if you faded into the background a little bit. Just another face in hundreds. 

Feeling a prick behind your eyes, you unsteadily made your way over to the bathroom, unisex of course, Pedro saw it as dumb to have set genders with his sister never having felt comfortable in either, and sat on the closed toilet lid, your dress bunching uncomfortably as you wiped your tears with a tissue. You were going to be killed for ruining your makeup, but you didn't care. 

"Mi amor?" His voice, laced with concern, and a hesitant tap at your stall door. 

You screwed your eyes shut, hoping he'd go away and leave you alone. 

"Mi amor, please.." You could almost see the pained expression on his face, and it tore at your already bruised heart. 

"Go away, Pedro." You mumbled, scrubbing at your face with you hand, way past giving a damn what anyone thought. 

"Tell me how I can help." He insisted, and you saw his shadow blocking the light under the door. Sighing, you slid the lock across, and he was quick to enter, locking the door behind him. He was quiet for a long moment, taking it your tear stained face, the crumpled tissue in your hand, the hurt in your eyes. "My love.." He reached out a hand, cupping your jaw. 

"I'm just being stupid." You sniffed, leaning into the warmth of his touch. He frowned. 

"If you're this upset, it isn't stupid." His tone was firm, and his other hand rubbed your bare shoulders. "Talk to me, beautiful." 

"I just.." You had nothing more to lose. You were already hiding in the toilet. "This isn't me, Pedro. I'm not a fancy person, I prefer whiskey to champagne, I like to huddle under the blankets with a book, not be paraded for all to see." You glanced up at him. His brow had creased, although not with annoyance. Concern. He pulled you into a hug, his warm hands rubbing calming circles into your back. You looped your arms around his chest, clutching hold of him like you were suffocating and he was your oxygen. 

"You should have told me, love." His lips against your ear were quick to dispel any lingering doubt you had about him caring. "We'll go home, order some food, and just relax." 

You nodded against his shoulder. He removed his arms from your waist and you frowned until you felt his jacket over your shoulders, his arms returning to your hips. "It's cold out." He smiled.

You lifted your hands, trying to free the knot of hair. His warm fingers soon ran over yours, guessing at what you wanted, easily setting the hair free, it tumbling over your shoulders in soft waves, the remnants of the up do.

A laugh fell from your lips at the relief you felt. "If only the shoes were so easy to fix." You joked as he wiped your face for you, clearing the last of the makeup, smiling when he saw your face, not the one the world wanted to see. 

"Let me carry you." 

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You had tried to protest, but he was having none of it, sweeping you into his arms and striding confidently through the room. Your ankles were grateful, and you tucked your head into his neck, having just planted a kiss on his cheek. 

"If anyone tells you that you're not perfect, they're lying, and I'll testify to that." You whispered as he laughed, nodding to a few people as he passed. His jacket was still around you, and you pulled it closer, settling comfortably in his arms. 

"I would do anything for you." His smile was contagious. "You're everything I need and more." 

A blush crept its way up your face. He knew just what to say, every time. You couldn't believe you'd doubted him. 

"I love you too, Pedro." 

He kissed your forehead softly. 

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1057 words.

This is sucky, and short, but I wanted to write it. You may all now suffer, and I'm going to burn in the Eternal Fires of Damnation for subjecting you all to this.

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