Don't Need Them - John Laurens x Reader {DISCONTINUED}

- 8 -

~ back at home ~

Your POV

"What now?" I asked as John and I reentered our house.

John shrugged. "What do you think? You've went along with me all day so it's only fair."

I thought for a moment as we walked into the living room, turning the light on. As soon as we sat down, I had an idea.

I looked at John, and he only chuckled before turning the TV on and going to Netflix. I watched as he quickly flicked through movies before looking at me once he landed on 'The Greatest Showman'.

Giggling, I nodded. "You know me too well."

John clicked 'Play' and I watched as Hugh Jackman came on the screen. I couldn't help but start singing once I couldn't contain myself.

"Impossible comes true, it's taking over you. Oh, this is the greatest show!"

I stifled more giggles as I saw John's camera panned on himself and me, continuing to sing. John simply shook his head, laughing, as he ended the video after a moment. I watched as he posted it to his Instagram story.

Ding!

I kept mumbling the words to myself, looking at my phone.

Instagram
johnlaurensofficial has mentioned you in their story.

I giggled, continuing to hum along. Once the song ended, I finally sat back against the couch. I leaned against John's side, him slipping an arm around my waist. I rested my head against his shoulder.

Lafayette's POV

Painter boy @JLaurensofficial
Ended the day with some Greatest Showman. Like usual my princesa sang to practically all the songs, but it's something I'm always glad to see❤ Goodnight y'all

"Mes amours, look at this," I spoke after a moment, holding out my phone.

Alex and Herc looked towards me, reading the screen.

Herc chuckled slightly. "Doesn't seem like she's changed much."

I shook my head. "Non. I suppose that's good."

I turned my phone back to me, continuing to scroll. I decided to go to my own account, seeing what I had posted over the months.

Frenchie @laf.le.baguette
@hey(y/n)(l/n) insisted we take an "aesthetic" pic of our baking session today. she's 'impair' but elle est à nous

song writing princesa @hey(y/n)(l/n)
Replying to @laf.le.baguette
I'll have you know French and aesthetic go very well together. arrêter de se plaindre💖

I sighed, looking back on it. How much I missed all the time we spent baking and cooking together.

Alex looked up. "What's wrong, love?"

I shook my head. "Nothing. Twitter is just a bad place to be right now."

I closed out the app, going to Instagram instead. Even months after leaving, people who missed the polyamorous relationship still tagged us all in fan edits. It probably wasn't smart to be on the main site of all that, but I did it regardless.

~

"We should be going to bed. It's almost midnight and I have to go to the shop tomorrow," Herc spoke.

I nodded, standing up. "Oui. I'm getting tired anyways.."

I thought Alex was gonna object and continue writing, but was pleasantly surprised when he closed his laptop, setting it on the coffee table. "Okay. Let's call it a day then. It's been... quite enough for a while."

~ the next morning ~

John's POV

I woke up, experiencing a sense of comfort at the feeling of (Y/N) snuggled into my side. One of her hands rested on my chest as did her head. It was the mornings like this that made every day wonderful.

It was silent in the room for a few minutes as I admired her, watching after a moment her (E/C) eyes flutter open.

(Y/N) sent me a small, sleepy smile before moving closer to me. "Mornin', príncipe..."

I rested my hand over hers. "G'mornin', princesa. How did you sleep?"

"Great. That was probably the best I've slept in a while," she answered quietly.

"That's good. Ready to get up?"

(Y/N) sighed softly. "No. This is so comfy.."

I chucked. "C'mon chickadee. We can go out to the diner for breakfast if you'd like."

She sat up slowly. "Could we just stay here? You treated me all day yesterday."

I nodded after a moment, sitting up next to her. "If you'd like."

I watched as she got off the bed. "Where do you think you're going, princesa?"

She looked back at me. "Can I not make breakfast for mi príncipe? That's where I'm going."

I couldn't help but laugh as she opened the bedroom door, walking down the hall.

Getting off the bed, I went to run a hand through my dark hair out of habit, only to be met with a lack of curls. Chuckling at myself, I started out the bedroom.

Going downstairs, I already heard the sound of (Y/N) looking for things in the cabinets. I smiled to myself. I didn't know how I got her, or how she fell in love with me, I really didn't. But I felt completely blessed.

I went into the kitchen, my mind on the spring fair. I had a feeling the guys had their own plans, but unfortunately for them, I had one too.