❛ and the world is gonna know your name. ❜
chad inhaled nervously. he could hear the busy roaring of the crowd just beyond the curtains, all waiting to see what he and his collection were made of. two minutes ago he had been in the behind scenes chaos--checking with makeup artists and junior designers and hairdressers to make sure everything was up to his standard of perfectionism; but now, in a backstage out of the way section, the world had come to a standstill. jay’s hands rested on his face, grounding him. molten chocolate locked with icy blues and the ice melted into fluid ocean. chad released his breath. the action helped but the nervousness was only getting worse and worse. it was settling in his chest, burying him under worry.
“what if that’s not a good thing. what if they remember me as the prince who tried to be a fashion designer once and failed miserably? what if they hate the collection? jay, what if they hate me?”
“chad. stop. breathe,” jay’s hand runs through golden locks, “they’re not going to hate you or your collection. your designs are great. i know that and so do you. don’t be afraid.”
the blonde leaned down to rest his forehead on jay’s. he let his eyes close, blocking out the busy noise and focusing on jay’s steady breathing. hands found each other and he gripped a little tighter than usual.
“promise me that i’m gonna be okay?” i just need to hear it.
“i promise you’re going to be okay.”
suddenly, the world is moving again in real-time. chad hears his name being called along with a five minute warning. it was almost time.
“go on, mr. yasin-charming. show them what real fashion looks like.”
