Get to You (Polnareff x Reader)

Chapter Eleven

"Ugh, whatever. As long as there's two beds I'm too tired to care." You muttered, inserting the key into the lock and letting the door swing open.

You paused for a moment, letting your eyes adjust to the darkness of the room as the vague shapes became more visible, before the Frenchman flicked on the light switch.

As you took in your surroundings, you had a brief flashback to the very first night you began this journey. One lone bed lying before you.

"Oh my god, you can't be serious right now." You whined, shuffling further into the room. "I'm never letting that old man check us in again." You threw yourself down on the bed, unzipping your boots and kicking them off onto the floor as Polnareff stood in the doorway.

"I'm calling dibs on this room. I'm way too tired to go back down there and complain." You muttered, laying back on the bed and enjoying its soft comfort.

"Fine, then. I'll go talk to them." Polnareff grumbled, turning on his heels and letting the door slam behind him.

You crawled under the covers, pulling them over your head and snuggling into the warmth. You couldn't help but laugh a little, finding yourself in this absurd situation once more.

Soon after, sleep overtook you, as you enjoyed the comforts of the plush bed and drifted into dreamland.

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"(Y/n), wake up." A voice half-whispered, half-shouted at you, a hand shaking your shoulder lightly. "Come on (Y/n), get up. Give me one of the pillows and the blankets." The voice continued, and finally your sleepy brain registered that it was Polnareff.

You groaned, turning your body away from him and pulling the covers over your head. "Ugh, go get your own room." You whined, voice muffled underneath the blankets.

"I can't! The woman at the front desk didn't understand me at all. She thought we were a couple and wasn't getting anything I was saying!" He scream-whispered at you, and you groaned again, brain still mostly asleep. "Can't you just give me a pillow and a blanket so I can sleep on the floor again?!"

"Ugh, I don't wanna move. Just climb in." You mumbled, snuggling deeper into the blankets.

"W-what?!" He questioned, and you faintly heard the shuffling of his clothes as he stood up straight.

"Just get in." You said again, peeking your head out from the covers so he could hear you better.

"What are you talking about? Are you feeling alright?" He asked, shock and concern both laced in his voice.

"I'm not saying it again. I'm not moving. So you can sleep on the floor with nothing or you can climb in with me. You have to sleep on the edge though." You grumbled, burrowing deeper once again and hiding your face under the duvet.

The room was dead silent for a moment, and you could feel Polnareff's presence standing behind you, seemingly frozen in shock, until you finally heard the shuffling of clothes and the sound of him tugging off his boots

A moment later, the covers were pulled up and the bed dipped beside you. You poked your head out once more, opening one eye enough to see him lying stick straight on his back and nearly falling off the edge.

"Don't be so dramatic, you can get comfortable. I'm not going to bite you." You teased.

"That's not what I'm worried about." He replied flatly, not moving from his stiff position.

"Whatever. I gave you a choice, you chose bed so you have to deal with the consequences, I guess. If I wake up and see you fell on the floor, I'm gonna laugh my ass off." You grumbled, scooting away and turning over in the bed so your back was facing him. You waited for whatever snarky comeback he had for you, but none came, just silence and stillness in the dark room.

You lay there a moment, confused and irritated, wondering if you should just try to fall asleep again and deal with the awkwardness in the morning. But your overactive mind wasn't going to let that happen.

"What's your deal lately? Why have you been avoiding me ever since Avdol came back? The most you've said to me lately has been complaining about Iggy." You questioned, voice full of irritation and attitude as you grew more frustrated at the man's silence.

"Tell me the truth, (Y/n)... Did you know about Avdol?" He asked, voice so low and steady you couldn't get any sort of read on him.

You paused for a moment, so caught off guard by the question you weren't sure how to respond at first.

Finally, you tugged the blankets off your head and sat up, turning to face him.

"Do you really think I knew that whole time? And just let you sit there and spill your guts to me, without saying anything? Is that honestly the type of person you think I am?" You asked, hurt and frustration evident in your voice. "I found out probably twenty minutes before you did. I chewed them all out, I got lost searching on that damn island, trying to find you so I could tell you before anyone else. Is that really why you've been avoiding me?"

He finally sat up to face you, a mixture of emotions painted on his face as those blue eyes finally met yours, dimly lit by the moonlight pouring in from the windows.

"How was I supposed to know, (Y/n)? If those jackasses lied to me, how was I supposed to know you didn't too?! I've felt like such a fool, baring my soul to you over something that wasn't even real. You've already made it so painfully clear where I stand with you, so why should I have assumed any different..." He trailed off, breaking eye contact and staring down at the bed. "You say I confuse you , but you're so difficult to understand. All those moments we shared, I thought I could finally get to you..."

You froze, heart beating out of your chest and a lump in your throat as you looked at him, his heart laid bare in front of you.

"I wouldn't lie to you, Polnareff..." You put your face in your hands, rubbing your eyes to rid them of the tears threatening to gather. "You know, I've felt guilty about that first night since the very moment those words left my mouth. It wasn't just because of you, you know. I just... I don't know. You're always so hot and cold with me, I'll start to think you might really care and then... You do something stupid, and it hurts, and god, it makes me so angry. Every time you'd say some corny pickup line, I'd start to think I could really fall for you, and maybe you for me. There's just... something different about you. But then, every single time I'd start to think that, you'd do some stupid shit to make me realize you're just like anyone, like you're only chasing one thing." You let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. "How could you be so vulnerable with me, tell me I'm the only one you can talk to, and then go hit on some random woman you just met? Every time I thought I could get to you , you'd throw it back in my face."

You both sat in silence, facing each other but both too afraid to make eye contact. The silence grew louder as it wound on, Polnareff's lack of response cutting into your heart like a knife after your confession.

You clenched your fists, tears truly beginning to burn at your eyes now as he kept his mouth shut.

"God, aren't you even going to say anything?!" You spat, sorrow quickly turning to anger.

"I'm sorry." His voice finally came, low and shaky.

"You're sorry? That's it?" You questioned, bewildered. But that was it, as he sat there quietly, head hung low.

You let out a shocked, anxious laugh. Rage and sadness bubbling in your stomach, threatening to make you sick. Finally, you climbed out of the bed, tugging your boots back on and gathering your few belongings.

"This is what I'm talking about. You make me feel like such a fucking idiot." You mumbled, voice cracking at the end as you stifled a sob, and slammed the door behind you.