#fleurp

One month had passed since their last argument and Fleur had no doubt that her decision to be at his concert that night could be a big mistake, both because of her reputation as the chief of police's daughter but also her pride. Regardless, she knew that this particular night could be decisive for him and even if there was no intention for her to show up, the dark haired girl wanted to be present. Silently, Fleur moved through the crowd, thanking the make up, heavier than usual, and the old clothes that allowed her to move freely without being recognized, and stopped at a strategic place where she could watch the show without being seen by the members of the band. However, despite how convinced she thought to be, it took only the first few steps and the sound of his voice, dragged almost as if it had been whispered in her ear to ignite her. Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, the girl had to force herself to keep her eyes open  and focus solely on the songs instead of the memories they brought, but before she could fully regain her composure, Fleur moved from her place. Ignoring the protests, she moved backstage, a twisted smile playing on her lips when one of the bodyguards told her she couldn't go through. Without a word, she lifted her gaze to meet his only for long enough for him to recognize her and move aside, clearing the way to his room, where she waited.