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Hux carefully sprayed the Chanel’s ‘Platinum Egoiste’ lightly on his warm spots. Next, he picked up his comb and gently worked through his thick ginger hair. He sighed when he was satisfied with the look. His slippered feet made his way to his room with his orange Tabby, Millicent in tow. With a thumb pressed against his lip, he looked over his outfit that was hanging in his closet. It was an ivory lightweight cashmere honeycomb sweater with two white racing stripes along the arms, solid tan linen trousers, paired with his Tom Ford dark brown Leather Curb-Chain Loafer. The corner of Hux’s lips twisted up at the thought of you showering him with compliments of wearing something that wasn’t monochromatic like his usual uniform. Also, he knew how much you LOVED casual Armitage, or Teej as you donned him for leisure purposes. Looking at the time, Hux began to get dressed to meet you at the cafe. Kylo had just returned from his run, earphones still in, he had missed the sounds of the cat meowing just before he stumbled over it. He growled, scowling at the cat before picking her up and making his way to Hux’s room. “I almost fucking died because of your cat.” Millicent landed on her paws as Kylo dropped her. Kylo took in his roommate's polished. Yes, Hux was very into his look being perfect, but it wasn’t every day he wore something so...bright.
“Do you have a date?” Hux whipped around to the sound of his roommate who was standing in his doorway breathless, sweaty, and black hair in a messy bun off his face. He rolled his eyes. “No,” Hux answered. “Then why are you dressed like that?” Kylo asked. “Like what?” Hux halted putting on his sweater. “Like that? Why are you dressed so nicely?” Kylo pointed out. “Fyouryou information, I always dress nicely, thank you very much,” Hux said matter-of-factly. Kylo furrowed his brows. “Okay, but you’re not wearing black or gray. Why? Where are you going? And are you listening to rock music?” Kylo questioned as the faint sound of California Dreamin played. “What’s with all the questions? Are you thinking about becoming a detective?” Hux slipped his foot into his loafers before walking past Kylo. “No, no, no, I just...you aren’t acting like you!” Kylo tried to explain. “You know people get like this when they’re in love or something.” A fluttery laugh from Hux’s lips and it made Kylo feel uncomfortable. Hux never laughed. “If you must know, I’m meeting a very dear friend of mine. So, if you’ll excuse me.” Hux took the keys to his Jaguar and left the apartment to pick you up.
Behind your gold oval Gucci glasses, a flux grey matte F-type Jaguar sports car pulled up in front of the hotel. You were just about to put your flirt on until you saw the lean redhead jumping out from the driver's side. “Teej!” You yelled. Squinting in the sun, he made out your glowing figure and a smile fell on his face. Throwing your Chloe bag over your shoulder you ran to hug him tightly. It had been too long since you’ve seen your best friend in person. “I missed you so much, Armitage.” You hung from his neck as you pressed your lips to the tip of his nose. A blush began to dust his cheeks as he opened the passenger door for you. “Thank you, kind sir.” You smiled, and soon the two were off to the cafe. Hux took you to a nice little French cafe that had just opened up not too far near his apartment. “Look at you!” Hux held his hands out to you. “You’re glowing, so sun-kissed and this hair.” He pulled at one of the free curls that didn’t fit into your Brigitte Bardot updo. “So Italian,” He teased. “Well, when in Rome.” You shrugged. “Y/N I can’t believe you spent almost two years in Italy, without knowing a lick of the language.” He shook his head at his adventurous friend. You shrugged taking a sip of your tea. “Clearly, I survived...somehow.” The pair began to chuckle. “I can’t believe you’re wearing sneakers.” Hux jabbed, knowing her distaste for them. She sighed taking a look at her white low tops. “I know but, they’re stylish yet casual.” She bent her knee, putting her foot on the bench she was sitting on. “Take a picture!” She smiled and Hux laughed following her command.
“Look, your jeans are like reflectors.” Hux showed her as the metallic foil on her jeans illuminated under the sun. Another sigh left her lips before she scooted over to Hux. “I missed you so much! Nothing is the same without you.” She hugged him tightly. Hux pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Also, don’t think I ignored the fact that you look absolutely beautiful, you're giving me a stroll to Sorrento with a glass of Pinot in hand.” Hux snorted at your statement. “You know I hate Pinot.” He told her and she laughed loudly. “How could I forget that big scene at Felix’s!” “Oh, it was not a big scene, Y/N. You’re so dramatic.” He shook his head laughing. “And you’re so beautiful.” Y/N put her phone in front of him to show him the picture she had just captured of him. He took in a sharp breath as he felt his neck get hot. “Honestly, Y/N.” He said breathlessly. “I don’t know how you capture all these moments and make it beautiful.” He told you. You just furrowed your brows, to you, you didn’t do anything spectacular. But apparently, to him and others, your photography did. I mean why else would you have millions of followers and work with major magazines and websites. “Well, clearly you do too. I saw that picture you took of Millicent in your bed. To. Die. For!” You told him. He chuckled thinking about how that was the only good thing to come out of that horrible morning. “Anyways...post it and you don’t have to give me credit. So maybe your crush could see and think about how cute you are.” Another blush hit him because of your teasing.
“Aw, look at you!” Your hands cradled his face making his ice blue eyes focus on your (y/e/c) ones. Biting his lip, he tried not to squirm under your gaze. “Hux?” The deep voice caused both of them to jump away from each other. Hux turned to see none other than his roommate. “K-Kylo, w-what ar-re you do-ing here?” Any other day, Kylo would’ve loved to mock Hux for not being put together for once in his life, but he couldn’t help but be stuck on you. His full lips were parted as his brown eyes took in your (y/h/c) sex-tousled curls haphazardly thrown atop your head and the little gold hoops that peaked out, the glowing bronze of her skin on her exposed shoulders of her off-the-shoulder ruffle smock top. You were Hux’s friend. His insanely attractive friend that he had been hiding from him, friend. “Kylo, what are you doing here?” He said more sternly and that brought Kylo back to reality. “I was going to go get some breakfast, but this will do.” Kylo smiled pulling up a chair to sit across from Y/N and Hux. Hux moved closer to Y/N, who just seemed to be staring at Kylo. You had to admit he was strangely attractive. A smug smirk fell on his lips, as he was thankful for the gray tank he was wearing. “Hi, I’m Y/N, since Teej won’t introduce us. I’ve heard so much about you.” You extend your hand and Kylo gently turned it over to press a kiss to the back of your hand. “Oh Honey, I lived in Italy for two years, that has no affect on me.” You told him and Hux stifled a laugh.
Kylo decided to look into the menu. His face twisted; of course Hux would take you to some frilly place like this. Or should he say, Teej? “Teej, what did you get?” Kylo teased. “Don’t call me that.” Hux narrowed his eyes at him. “What did you get Hux?” Kylo asked. “I got a salad,” Hux said. Kylo crossed his arms and twisted his face; ‘A salad, what kind of man orders a salad on a date?’ Kylo thought. “And what about you Y/N?” He asked. “I ordered the croque monsieur.” The French rolled effortlessly off your tongue. And Kylo knew, after many attempts to pass Intro to French and Hux easily speaking it. “What about you, Mr. Kylo?” His name rode the sound of your sweet voice so beautifully, he could feel all his stress dissipate. If he could, he would have you saying it all the time. “Uh,” His brown eyes glanced down to a random sandwich with the least complicated name. “I’ll take the pan bagnat with lemonade, s’il vous plait.” He smiled at the waitress and turned back to you. “Huh, how nice.” You said, gaining a laugh from Hux. Kylo’s eyes looked at Hux, then back to you. “Hux, why have you kept her such a secret from everyone?” Kylo asked. “Not everyone, just you.” He sipped his tea. “It’s ok, Hux can be embarrassed by me at times.” You nudged Hux. “Now why would someone be embarrassed to be with you?” Kylo pressed his chin against the palm of his hand as his honey eyes tried his best to concentrate on the eyes he could make out behind your large sunglasses.
Just then, a breeze ran causing you to shiver at from the amount of skin exposed. “Oh, you’re cold, here.” Kylo shrugged off the green hoodie and handed it to you. “Thanks,” You smiled, pulling on the soft fabric and taking in the natural musk that must’ve been Kylo. “You’re lucky it matches my outfit.” You joke making Kylo smile and eyes twinkle under the sun. “Well, you look fucking beautiful, if you want you can have it, honestly! Have all my clothes if you want!” Kylo yelled making you giggle. Hux sat there with a sour look on his face, that went unnoticed by both Y/N and Kylo. Kylo licked his full lips as he leaned back in his chair. “You know, I thought Hux was lying about not being on a date, but I’m glad he wasn’t.” A sly smile formed as his eyes drank you in. A scoff left Hux’s lips before he left the table to flee inside his restaurant. Kylo kept his eye on you as you watched with concern. “Why did you say that?” You asked Kylo. Kylo shrugged. “It’s true, I’m glad he’s not on a date with you.” You shook your head. “No, that was cold. Hux is feeling really insecure in that department; you would notice if you paid attention.” Y/N mumbled the last part.
Even though Kylo and Hux were roommates, they weren’t exactly friends. To be honest, Kylo could only tell you a few things about Hux. But even so, Kylo still felt like he had a hand in this. “We’ve said worse.” Kylo brushed it off. “It doesn’t matter, it was mean and you should apologize.” You told him. Clearly, this wasn’t a topic he could get away with it. “It’s already said, why does it matter?” Kylo asked. “Because he’s my best friend, that’s why! A-And I’m not going to sit here while you talk about him like that!” Your red nail pointed at Kylo. Kylo just couldn’t believe you were getting so worked up. “You’re getting so crazy as if Hux would do the same because he wouldn’t,” Kylo told her which seemed to catch her off guard. Behind the tinted lenses, he could see her eyes shift into sorrow. “You know damn well I’m right. I’ve seen it and it’s only a matter of time before he does the same to you. And I think you’re too good for all of this shit and I want to help you out.” Kylo spoke honestly. Granted you had known Hux much longer than Kylo, there was no reason for you to be friends with someone as cold and calculated as him. “Help me out?” The sweetness left your voice as you crossed your arms. “What makes you think I’m much different from Hux?” “Because you are!” Kylo used his hands to give you an example.
“I mean I understand why he likes you; you’re beautiful, nice, talented, I’ve seen your pictures. It’s no wonder Hux has fallen for you, you’re amazing, how could you not!” Kylo said and you could help but fight not to blush. “Thank you, but honestly Hux does not like me.” Y/N shook her head. “How do you know?” Kylo pushed. “He’s my best friend, he tells me everything!” Your voice got louder. Kylo rolled his eyes. “That’s bullshit if I was your best friend I wouldn’t tell you because I wouldn’t want to lose you. That’s just the way it goes Y/N!” Kylo said. “Oh, that is really nice. So you talk bad about Hux so you can shoot your shot?” You crossed your arms. His long fingers scratched the back of his neck. “Well...I mean if he isn’t, might as well not waste the opportunity.” You became livid not believing what he was saying. “You’re a horrible person.” You spat. “You think so highly of yourself and you treat Hux, your roommate, and friend, so terribly. I’ve traveled the world, so what makes you think I would like someone like you?” Your voice became laced with venom. “Mr. Kylo Ren who teases others for doing exactly the same: walking around like his shit doesn’t stink. Why? Because you’re unconventionally handsome? Tall, long hair, a good job but yet doesn’t fall into the stigma of an uptight businessman like Hux? You think I’m fucking impressed by your outfit, looking like you raid the clearance at Hot Topic; you’re wearing fucking boots and a tank, what seasons are you in? You could afford to tone up a but because you're not shredded. Oh and I’ve seen your Instagram, tone it with the black and white and emo captions Mr. Brightside, that was so 2012.” The more she berated Kylo the more insecure he felt and maybe she was right; she was just like Hux. He didn’t even see Hux standing there.
Kylo stood up, peering down at your smirking face. “You two fucking deserve each other.” His dark stare then found Hux’s icy blue eyes on him. “Don’t forget your sandwich you couldn’t pronounce.” You smiled. “Your bitch, Hux, can give me my doggy bag.” Kylo stormed out of the gate of the restaurant. “W-What was that all about?” Hux sat down looking at you with fear in his eyes. “He’s a fucking ass Hux! I don’t know why you have a crush on him?!” Hux sucked in a breath as his sweaty hand slicked down his orange hair. “I like that about him and his ass.” He smirked. You rolled your eyes because you did notice that when he stormed off. “You just deserve more than...THAT!” You scoffed. You were beginning to sound like Kylo and it made you sick. “He’s stubborn and flirtatious yes, but behind all that muscle chiseled from marble and emo-lord looks, he’s very caring in his own way, he even gave you his sweater.” Hux nudged you. Looking down, you hadn’t even realized that the warm fabric was still wrapped around you. Fingers began to pick at the hem of the sweater; maybe you were just being a little too protective of Hux. “This is why I didn’t want you to meet him yet. It could go two ways, you’d hate him or you’d like him.” He turned to look you in the eye. “But, clearly it wasn’t the latter.” He smiled. But, unbeknownst they were more alike than they thought.