Being a famous actress meant naturally you got a lot of opportunities that including modelling, after all you were gorgeous any straight man or even woman with a pulse was all over you and so it was inevitable when you were approached for yet another modelling job, this time with famed company YSL.

You were being payed a hell of a lot to be in advertisements for YSL which was a huge bonus but another bonus of course was that you were invited to all sorts of events that YSL was associated with including the latest event, Paris fashion week 2026.

You knew all sorts of celebrities that were also YSL ambassadors would be there including the famed Aaron Taylor-Johnson. You had briefly met a few times and you had seen quite a few movie's he was in but both you and him weren't particularly close but still you were both friendly and civil with eachother and how could you not be? He was a sweetheart after all, always polite and respectful, what more could you ask for.

You arrived at the event expecting the usual, bustling crowd, paparazzi taking photos, interviews the usual and that was exactly what you got. The second you entered that building the paparazzi were all over you and you'd be lying if you said that you didn't enjoy a bit of the attention as said, it was just what you came to expect with these types of things.

Of course the other ambassadors were there including Aaron, you exchanged glances with him a few times, offering him a small wave here and then and when it came to the runway walk he even sat next to you whilst you watched the models strut down the runway, you both exchanged a few words but nothing majour.

After the runway walk the night was far from finished however, the after party of course was the except you still had to look forward to. Aaron had wandered off when you both arrived at the party leaving you to mingle with everyone which you happily enjoyed. After about an hour or so however everyone was starting to get more and more wasted, including Aaron.

You were barely sober at this point, usually you were pretty good at holding down your drink but even you had your limits, you had found a corner to stay in to rest your mind a bit whilst you observed the party, finding yourself zoning out until you heard your name being yelled from across the room.

"Y/N!" You heard Aaron call, your head spinning to his direction only to see him looking a lot less presentable than before. His tie was hanging from his shirt, he had discarded his coat god knows where and he had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off his strong arms. Not to mention his cheeks were flushed a bright red colour, on his lips as lopsided smile.

The Brit was clearly absolutely pissed, he stumbled over to you, drink in hand as he wrapped on of his strong arms around your shoulder, acting like you were best of buds and not just two people who occasionally spoke.

"Where the fuck have ya been!?" he laughed drunkenly, shaking you slightly as he did so, you could smell the strong scent of alcohol on his breath as he spoke to you. "it's like you fuckin' disappeared all night..." he slurred out, stumbling slightly as he tried to steady himself his touch was strong but not to the point where it hurt, even while drunk he still seemed to be trying to maintain that respectful touch with you.