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anathemaloren · 1 year

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Meeting the god

:) -> What can I say apart from that he was robbed, that he is so stupidely handsome and that you should go right now to listen to his songs. Oh yeah, thanks to Carol for beta reading this, I know you loved it you whore. Also... pt.2?

DISCLAIMERS AND WARNINGS: English is not my fisrt language, mentions of alcohol, it is obvious that characters had sex but nothing explicit. Also, this was written all morning in class and transcribed at 12am so sorry if some things don't make THAT much sense. Word count -> 1.8k Summary -> Y/n helps organize an event in a museum in Warsaw in which she meets a certain polish who connects with her.

Looking back, maybe I shouldn't have been so reluctant to go and talk to the blonde man when I fist met him. Yeah, he looked intimidating, wrapped in leather and with those eyes which seemed to stare straight into your soul. But the moment he looked at someone he recognized, those eyes shined and an unexpectedly beautiful and charming smile made its way into everyone's minds. No one could believe, if he was smiling, that that was the same boy who sang about pretty scandalous things in his songs.

I hadn't really known who he was when I arrived to the event. The gathering in question was an event in a fashion museum in Poland about androgyny in fashion, an event which you had helped organize. Obviously, the organization had chosen the perfect artist to perform in that kind of theme: the local Jann. In the polish airport I had searched for who that boy was, and the conclussions were the same as in my London flat; a good-looking singer with a great amount of talent. But the pictures (and music videos, and edits... I had been a fair amount of time looking him up online) didn't prepare you to how handsome he was in real life.

I had to go and meet him. Not because I had the biggest crush on him, or because I feared that if I didn't approach the dazingly beautiful man I would regret it for as long as I lived, but because I organized the event and had to meet the artist. Yeah, strictly proffessional.

So, after one bravery drink and a lot of my own courage, I made my way to him. He was talking to my boss and the responsible of the exposition in Poland, so I knew it would be easy to talk my way to him. Gathering all the courage I managed to have, I said hi to the older man and woman who were my supervisors, who very kindly introduced him to me. As I shook his hand he showed me that brilliantly precious smile, which made me stop thinking about anything that wasn't him, his smile, his eyes, how he smelled and how soft his touch in my hand was. I told him my name and it sounded better when he said it than I ever would've thought. I spent some time making small talk with my bosses amd the dirty-blonde man, until another organizer told the singer that he had to go prepare. He would sing 3 songs and then he would have to go back to mingle.

While the performance was being prepared, I wandered through the big room, watching all the work I had put into this exhibition turned into a reality, feeling even prouder every time somebody congratulated me.

After waiting for what seemed like an eternity to see the singer again, Jan appeared on stage after being presented. The first song he performed, "Look At Me" was more politically correct. But the correctness didn't las a lot, as the second song was "Gladiator". I knew the song was provocative as well as the performance, maybe because I had seen the video from the preselection for Eurovision near to 60 times. But I didn't expect it to be THAT provocative. The way he sang, and dances, and moved around the stage was enough to make my knees a little.

But what I definitely wasn't expecting was to see him lock eyes with me during the part of the song that went I can get you dressed, wrap your body in excess, give them something to obsess over. The polish didn't separate his eyes from mine during what was left of the song. After finishing, and while all the people where clapping, I ran to the bathroom not even waiting for the next song to start.

There, I washed my hands and refreshed my face. Then I looked at the mirror repeating to myself that I would be okay. I heard people clapping once again, which meant that the performance was already over. After being there for another few minutes I felt prepared to leave the restroom once and for all. But again in the room I saw the polish approaching me slowly, which would've given me time to run again, but I chose to stay and face Jan.

The blonde was finally in front of me, and he said a shy hello. I said hello back, and the told him that he had been amazing. He answered with his thick polish accent; 'I had a good reason to perform well tonight'. I jockingly answered; 'A lot of pressure, huh?', but without missing a beat he replied; 'Just a beeautiful girl to impress. I don't know if I did a good job though'. I inmedialty blushed. He kindly smiled at me and spoke again 'I guess I did impress her'. That truly didn't help, and I blushed even more. He just laughed softly seeing me blush at his words. 'May I invite you to a drink?'. How could I even say no to that polish accent, those now soft eyes that were pleading me to agree and the smile that at the same time calmed me so I could say yes without pressure. So I did exactly that; 'I would love that'. His smile made it already worth it.

So there we were. A few drinks later I was feeling a bit dizzy but also happier than ever. We were almost alone as the room had been getting emptier and emptier, but I couldn't care less. Jan was practically perfect. His polish accent had been getting thicker over time and drinks, and his eyes shined even more with a curiosity that had been focused on one thing: me. Us. Our conversation. A conversation in which I had foud out that the man was intelligent, kind, funny, humble, incredibly talented and oh so dreamy. It came to a point in which we were kicked out of the museum, but we didn't stop walking while wandering the streets of Warsaw.

I never wanted that night to end, but luckily neither did he. We came to a halt in front of a brick building I didn't recognize. However, he did. 'Look at that, isn't this my apartment'. I laughed at the jokinlgy surprise of the beautiful blonde man. 'Isn't that a surprise' I replied, cocking my eyebrow. He smiled like a child and spoke again. 'As we're here, would you like to come upstairs and have, I don't know... water or coffe or hot chocolate or-' he started to rumble, and that was when I realized that he was nervous and I decided to step in. So, helped by the courage that the drinks had given me, I grabbed his face and kissed him.

The kiss deepened as he also put his hands in my cheeks, and it came to a hot point when I put my hands in the back of his neck, and he placed one of his hands in my waist and the other one got tangled in my hair. His tongue graced mine and the hotness of the kiss was getting to my head. When he separeted himself from me, probably in search of air, we were both smililng at each other. Jan spoke once again; 'sooooo... you're coming upstairs'. I kissed him again and it was all the confirmation he needed.

When I woke up the next day I was in a foreign room. I didn't recognize the wallpaper, and it was too decorated with posters and candles to be a hotel room. I turned around and came face to face with a blonde man. I almost screamed, when all the memories from the previous night came flooding to me. I softly smiled and brushed a few strains of hair out of his face. He woke up from the touch, and he seemed to remember me much quicker. He smiled at me and brought me into his arm. I melted into the hug, never wanting to get up.

But the bubble had to burst sometime, and that happened when my phone rang. I grunted while getting out of Jan's hold to get my phone, which was in my purse, somewhere on the floor. When I found it I picked up without looking at the caller, just to be greeted by the voice of my boss. After telling me that the previous day had been a success, I kindly told her that, as it was Saturday, I would like to rest. She understood and told me that she would formally congratulate me on Monday. I bid my goodbyes and turned around after hanging up, just to meet with Jan's sweet eyes and big smile. 'What got you smiling like that?' I asked, getting into bed again. He scooped his way over and put his head on my chest. Playing with my fingers , he answered me 'I just had a good view'. I blushed as he laughed and kissed my bare chest. He calmed again and rested his head on my chest again, giving me an opportunity to run my fingers through his blonde curly hair. I sighed and he catched it. 'What is it?'. His morning voice, slurred and with an even more prominent accent, sounded genuinelly concerned. 'I have to leave' I said, saddened '. My plane leaves in 5 hours'. The polish boy squished me, not wanting to let me go. 'Can't you stay?' He asked. 'I'm sorry Jan, but I have to go to work on Monday'. He sighed and slowly let me go. I got up and went to the bathroom of the bedroom to get ready and be able to leave.

Once again I saw myself get prepared in the mirror to face Jan. I got to the bethroom and saw him in the same position I had left in, looking at the ceililng with his lips curled downwards. I got next to him and kissed his cheek. He spoke 'I don't want you to go'. I replied; 'I don't want to go, but I have to'. I left a note with my phone numbre in his bedside table and spoke again 'Call me if you ever come to London'. He seemed to brighten up a little 'Another reason to go to London now I guess' I couldn't help but chuckle.

I sadly made my way out of the apartment, not without bathing him with kisses and promises of seeing one another again first. Already in the airport, we started texting until I had to get on my plane. Feeling how I was leaving Poland and Jan behind felt like I also was leaving a part of me behind. However, once in London, the first message I read was one of his:

My mouth hasn't shut up about you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn't stopped thinking about you since, well, before any kiss.

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