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Despite the loud cheers and chatter from the crowd, Taron found himself focusing in on one voice. There was a woman before him discussing the purpose of the night, and he was responding to her. Just not on his own accord. His mind was somehow managing to function on its own. Only halfway down the red carpet, Taron had been subjected to four separate interviews. And through each interview he found himself struggling to focus. He wasn't even sure how he was stringing words together at this point, but whatever he was doing was working. The interviewer was on her third laugh. He kept reminding himself this was one of his first international blockbuster films. The last thing he needed to do was say something unintelligent during an interview. So, he leaned in closer, ensuring he was hearing the questions correctly. He remembered names of those speaking to him, but most importantly he remembered not to look for you.

He knew you were somewhere already down the red carpet waiting for him to join you. Not having you beside him, not feeling your hand nestled in his, was beginning to prove difficult. Your presence made him calmer in these situations. But, it was for the best. It was you who had nearly caused him to be late to the evening's event. You and that dress. The floor-length, maroon gown crowned the winner after weeks of searching for a dress. Tonight was the first time Taron had been granted the privilege of seeing you in it. His busy schedule had forced you to bring his mother along while shopping. He wasn't an expert on dresses, or women's fashion for that matter, but he was a man. A man who loved and appreciated a beautiful woman in an almost just as stunning dress.

You had arrived in London a day before him, Taron meeting you outside the hotel an hour before the event. The look on his face, as you made it down the front steps, was one which set loose butterflies in your stomach.

''You look..." Watching him struggle to find words was enough to make you place a kiss against his cheek. There weren't many times this man became speechless. "Beautiful, Y/N. Just lovely, really."

"Thank you. I thought you might like it."

"Like it?" He shook his head. His bright green eyes gave you another once over, this one much slower. "I love it. Now I'm certain I have to keep you on my arm tonight. I don't need any men getting any bright ideas."

"Always the charmer, Mr. Egerton. You're so sweet."

He'd loved the flowing chiffon and the way it felt beneath his hands as he led you to the car. The plunging neckline captivated his attention, the soft exposed skin a lovely sight. Yet, it was the slit which stopped just above your mid-thigh that had been responsible for his quick undoing. He swore he wasn't responsible for the events which transpired during the ride to the venue.