𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴́𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚃

𝙿𝙸𝙰𝙽𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙽

(A/N grab your popcorn and get comfy this is a long one 😌✨)

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Fake laughter was all you could offer the other guests. Your family friends threw these lavish parties at their mansion almost every weekend. Although wearing elegant dresses and eating expensive desserts was something you loved, the atmosphere was undesirable to say the least. You felt out of place in a ballroom full of old millionaires talking about stocks and the economy. Catching gazes from said old millionaires was also something that you never wanted, but always got. You sipped on your sparkling water, pretending to pay attention to a conversation that seemed to last an eternity. "I'll be right back." You say to the group of people that seemed to congregate around you. Your green silk dress flows behind you as you attempt to look for a bathroom. Yes, you've been to this mansion a million times but you can never seem to find the bathroom. Your heels clacked loudly on the marble floor as you walked through the hallways that were decorated with a shiny gold wallpaper and gold trimming. 

This one looks promising. You thought to yourself. As you twisted the gold knob, the door opened and revealed a closet. Damn it. Next door, another closet. You sigh in frustration. You opened another door just to walk into another closet with the same chandelier that painted the room in a warm light as the previous ones. Damn, how many closets can't you fit on one place? You close the door an walk further down the hallway. You tried opening three more doors, but all of them were locked. You were annoyed with this hallway that seemed to only contain closets and locked doors, so you walked to the next hallway.

This hallway has the same wallpaper, trimming, doors, and chandeliers but something was different. As you walked further down the hallway, you heard a piano. Growing curious, you walked closer to the door. You tried to not click your heels so loudly on the floor to not disturb who was playing the piano. You reached the door and heard the piano clearly. It was beautiful. Rêverie, Debussy. They have taste at least. You grabbed the handle out of impulse and cracked the door open. It creaked slightly, making you cringe. The warm light spilled from the hallway into the dark room. You look up to see that the room had a purple hue from the sun setting. The music suddenly stopped and you looked at the piano. You were stunned. The most gorgeous man you have ever seen was sitting on the piano bench looking at you with wide eyes. The light from the hallway made him visible. He had gorgeous brown curly hair and emerald eyes. His features were sharp and beautiful, you could not believe that someone could look that perfect. His maroon suit jacket and tie were laying on the closed portion of the piano and the top buttons of his shirt were undone. You snapped out of your trance as you realized you were standing awkwardly and staring at him.

"Oh i'm sorry i heard the music and wanted to see where it was-" You were cut off by the smoothest voice you've ever heard. "No no it's ok. Do you play?" Your jaw was basically on the floor. Pull yourself together Y/N don't look like a dumbass. "Um yes. I do actually." You replied as you fixed your posture. "Wanna play something? I was just messing around." He asked patting the bench with a big smile on his face. "Messing around with Debussy? Captivating." You say sarcastically walking over and sitting down next to him. He giggled at your joke. Cute. His presence was intense but comfortable and almost goofy at the same time. You hovered your hands over the keys as you were hesitant to play. "Don't be nervous." He whispers into your ear. His words sent chills down you spine. Now or never Y/N. You start playing one of your favorite pieces. Confidence surged through your body as you played. You made sure to brush up against his arms as you reached for the higher keys. "So piano man, do you have a name?" You ask while still concentrating on the keys. "Uh- yeah. My name is Timothée. And you are?" You seemed to have caught him in a slight trance. You smiled at the thought. "Y/N." You state simply still playing the piano gracefully. "So what is someone magical as you doing at one of the Johnson's parties? I feel like you should be dancing with fairies and not discussing business with Mr. Johnson." He asks laughing slightly. "I'm the Y/L/N's daughter. Also, thank you for calling me magical. That's new, but i unfortunately do not dance with fairies in my free time." You are blushing heavily and giggling now.  "Oh shit really? My parents rave about you all the time." You were slightly taken aback. "What do they say?" You asked. "They always talk about how you would be perfect for me and how you are so smart and beautiful. They weren't lying." You stop playing as the words come out of his mouth. You turn your head to him. "Really? That's interesting." You say to him. He looks deeply into your eyes. "Which part? I mean which part is interesting." You tilt your head to the side as your faces are inches away from each other. "Well, they called me smart." You two start laughing. His laugh is adorable. "Are you sure that's the part that was interesting?" He asks. "Hmmm... i think it's all interesting but you. You are incredibly interesting Timothée the piano man." You reply smiling sweetly. The air felt heavy with tension. His face was millimeters apart from yours. He placed his hand on your cheek. "Can i kiss you Y/N?" He asks you, his eyes flickering to your lips.

"Only if you play another song, piano man."

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Hello everyone! This chapter was kinda long so i put a lil note at the beginning for you all :) i think i'll start doing that for longer chapters to make it easier for all of you 😌✨ REQUESTS ARE OPEN LOVES!!! please send requests if you have any! Anyways don't forget to vote and comment if you enjoyed! i love you all so very much 😽