It all started as a normal week. Started.

You lived in France (Since Pierre is french and all), you lived not too far from Paris in a small town called Évry. You were on a call with your friend, just chatting since you guys couldn't meet up anytime soon, she talked about how she wanted to see you soon and how luch she missed you. As usual.

You eventually start fangirling over actors like Timothée Chalamet, Austin Butler, Benjamin Wadsworth and mostly Pierre Niney.

Oh, you were infatuated.

You both scroll endlessly on the internet while fangirling, reaseaching news and facts about the actors. Until you find the news. A premiere for the movie “Le comte de Monte-Cristo” with Pierre Niney as the main actor.

Both of you immediatly search for tickets, hours passing by in a blur. You both let out a gasp when you find tickets. Only a few remained. You quickly buy two, hanging up the call soon after since it was already late at night.

Fast forward a few months later. You're both waiting in line to try and get the best view of the red carpet (and autographs, of course), you were practically jumping from excitment. You both squeeze yourself trough the crowd, pen and paper in one hand and the other holding your phone for pictures.

The actors and actresses begin arriving a few minutes later, you spot some French actors you both have seen in movies until you see Pierre Niney.

As people see him they begin pushing each others to either get a better view or to be able to greet the man. You quickly lose your friend in the crowd while trying not to get crushed. Pierre quickly noticing the situation.