A/N: can someone please explain to me what is happening with eddie redmayne?? also, i didn't proofread this so, yeah sorry
The café erupts with cheers as Joly slides a golden band around Musichetta's finger. The newly engaged woman pulls the doctor in for a kiss by the collar, making the room scream louder.
"Y/n, get the bottle!"
"I'm already on it R!"
Y/n smiles and pats Musichetta's before exiting the meeting room to grab a bottle of champagne.
"What is heavens is going on up there?" Madame Houcheloup asks, giving a man his order of drink.
"Joly and Musichetta are to be married!" Y/n exclaims. She places the bottle she had just received down onto the bar in front of her and smiles widely. "Isn't she lucky?" Madame nods her head and goes behind Y/n to tie her apron that had been falling.
"Merci." She whispers to the motherly figure as she begins to open the large bottle. Madame pats her back to signal that she was finished tieing the knot, to this, Y/n makes her way back up the rickety stairs and back into the booming room. She enters and is immediately greeted by Grantaire's open arms (for the bottle, not the girl). She rolls her eyes and hands him the bottle and the glasses she had picked up previously.
"We shall officially wed in the spring!" Joly announces with his soon-to-be wife in his chest. The crowd erupts again and the atmosphere couldn't be more jovial.
"There you are!" Courfeyrac calls as he passes by Gavroche and Grantaire fighting over the bottle. He approaches the waitress and envelopes her into a hug, to which she pulls away from. This was normal behaviour between Courfeyrac and Y/n. He would be incredibly cuddly lovable around her and she would always dismiss his actions.
"Oh what? No hug for me? Not even on this special occasion?"
She scoffs and begins to wipe down a table. "France could be freed and you still wouldn't receive a hug from me." She walks past him, stuffing the dirty rag into one of her apron pockets.
"How rude." (like stephanie from full house ;)) Courfeyrac comments dramatically. He mumbles an 'oh' and takes the strings on the back of Y/n's apron into his hands. Her step comes to halt and she gasps slightly.
"What are you doing?!"
"Your apron is loose." He says nonchalantly as he begins to tie the knot. Y/n rolls her eyes and crosses her arms waiting for him to finish.
"So, Joly and 'Chetta huh?" He asks as he loops one string around the other. She hums an agreement, looking around the room. She lets out a small laugh at the sight of Enjolras rolling his eyes at Grantaire's attempt at an Irish step dance.
"I'm really hoping that I will be asked to be a bridesmaid." She says as Joly kisses his fiancé's forehead. Y/n smiles at the sight.
"I guarantee that you will be a bridesmaid. You and 'Chetta have been friends for I don't even know how long." Y/n nods her head at his words and uncrosses her arms to stop Gavroche's running. As she held a hand out in front of him, he bounced up and down, anxiously waiting for permission to run again.
"Gav, slow down. You're going to hurt someone, or worse, break something." Courfeyrac laughs from behind her. "Gavroche here has got himself an admirer." Y/n raises an eyebrow and turns the energetic boy to face her.
"Who is this mademoiselle?"
"Her name's Amy! She has red hair and brown eyes! I like her a lot!" He shouts, still jumping up and down.
"Has she got you jumping for joy?" Y/n asks in confusion as to why the boy was being a nutjob. Courfeyrac chuckles again, still tieing Y/n's apron. "Amy gave him some candy as a way to ask him on a date-"
"She's going to be my date to the wedding!" And with that, the blond zooms off to the other side of the room. Y/n chuckles and crosses her arms over her chest again. "Wow, Gavroche already has a date before I do, a little bit sad, not going to lie."
"Well, that makes two of us." Courfeyrac adds from behind her, his breath fanning on her neck. The moment becomes still and the pair feel as though they are the only ones in the room.
"A-are you done tieing that yet?"
"Oh, yeah. Yeah..."
Y/n stuffs her hands in her apron pockets and turns to face the man. "I will be you around." She nods her head at him and then leaves to speak with Enjolras. Courfeyrac watches her leave and frowns at the sight of Enjolras smiling and offering Y/n his arm. The two head down to the main floor of the café, resulting in Courfeyrac rolling his eyes.
"Champagne?"
Courfeyrac turns to Feuilly holding a glass of champagne. He speedily nods his head and downs the drink in an instant. He places the now empty glass onto the table near him and turns to his friend.
"You got any more?"
"Not at the moment, no... What's up with you?"
Courfeyrac puts on a fake smile. "Just trying to clear my head before deciding my date." Feuilly nods understandingly and takes a sip from his own almost empty glass of champagne.
"Who you planning on asking?"
Courfeyrac's mind immediately flashes to Y/n. "Probably some barmaid." Feuilly nods a head at Combferre who had just passed by. "Alright pal, I got to go, but good luck. Not that you need it though, am I right?" Courfeyrac laughs and looks down to the floor as Feuilly joins Combferre at the entrance of the meeting room, where Y/n and Enjolras enter laughing. 'At least they weren't linking arms' he thought.
Courfeyrac turns away and goes to find some more champagne, maybe something stronger. As he walks past his friends he finds himself colliding with another one of the waitresses of the café, more specifically Ariana. Courfeyrac mentally rolls his eyes and quickly apologizes before trying to escape a conversation with the loud brunette.
"Courfeyrac?!"
"Shit." He mumbles. He then turns around with a fake smile. "Ariana?! Hey! How have you been?"
"Bored, until now." She says, twirling her hair around her finger.
Meet Ariana. The waitress who wanted to "get it on" with each of the Les Amis de ABC, mostly Courfeyrac. She was always in the meeting room bothering the boys and doing her best to keep Y/n away from them. The boys weren't too fond of her and would take Y/n over her in an instant. Ariana is just really... annoying and ignorant, cretinous, empty-headed-
"So, do you have a date to the wedding yet?"
"Um," Courfeyrac's eyes trail to the prettier waitress who was still talking to Enjolras.
"Yes, I do."
Ariana furrows her eyebrows and frowns. "Who?" Courfeyrac's eyes leave Y/n and turn back to the nosy girl. "A girl." He says with a nod. She drops the hair between her fingers and places her hands on Courfeyrac's chest.
"Well, if this girl abandons you, just know that I will be at the wedding too." She winks and then goes to annoy Grantaire. Grantaire sees her approaching and widens his eyes, stumbling backwards. Classy.
Courfeyrac walks to Y/n and puts an arm around her. She shrugs his arm off and turns to him. He cheekily smiles at her, to which she rolls her eyes at.
"What do you want?" She asks as she silently bids Enjolras farewell and takes her rag out of her apron to clean another table. "How do you know I want something?" She raises an eyebrow and stops cleaning the table to look up at him.
"Because I know you."
Courfeyrac puts his hands up, "alright, you got me." Y/n perks her eyebrows up and lets them down when she turns her focus back to the dirty table. "So, you know Ariana?" She rolls her eyes "do I." (marion moseby the suite life of zack and cody/on deck, huh?)
"Yeah, she wants to go to the wedding with me."
Y/n holds in a laugh and keeps her down to hide it. "Don't laugh! I don't want to go with her and I may or may not have told her that I already have a date."
Once Y/n hears this, she slams the rag onto the table and places her hands on her hips.
"Will you-"
"No."
"Please-"
"Nope."
"Oh come on-"
"No way in hell."
He sighs and takes the rag into his own hands before she can grab it. He holds it over his head, out of Y/n's reach.
"I have like fifty rags downstairs."
He rolls his eyes and tosses her the rag back. He looks at her with pleading eyes "please Y/n."
"Courf... I want to go with someone romantically."
He interlaces his fingers together and gets down on his knees. "Please!" She rolls her eyes. "Get up idiot. Fine." She walks around him and shoves the rag into her apron, that soon becomes loose again.
"DAMN IT!" She shouts and just throws the apron onto the floor. The room goes quiet and the boys all look to Courfeyrac. He shakes his head and puts his hands up in surrender.
"I didn't do anything!"
-
It was the day of the wedding. Actually, it was after the wedding and the newly wedded couple had just finished their first dance. Speeches flew by and were not heard by Courfeyrac, who was staring at Y/n in her bridesmaid dress. She sat at a circular table dedicated to bridesmaids and groomsmen.
(we are going to pretend that a live band played this song, mmk?)
The Wonder of You began to fill the room. It's slow tune brought couples onto the dance floor.
When no one else can understand me
Courfeyrac looks to Y/n who was sitting at her table alone, as the others were off dancing with their significant others.
When everything I do is wrong
He gets out of his seat and begins to make his way across the room to Y/n.
You give me love and consolation
He nods a head at Marius, who was passing by, and continued to make his way to the beauty he wished to call his own.
You give me hope to carry on
Y/n was waving at her friends who were dancing with the groomsmen. She smiled and laughed with and looked down with a slight frown.
And you try to show your love for me in everything you do
Courfeyrac stops about two metres away from the table and takes a deep breath.
That's the wonder, the wonder of you
Y/n looks up from the drink she was stirring her straw in to see a red in the face Courfeyrac.
"Do you, um, do you want to dance?" He held a hand out to her. She looked between his hand and his nervous face. She takes his hand and pulls herself out of her chair.
"Sure."
He smiles and leads her to the dance floor.
And when you smile the world is brighter
She wraps her arms around his neck and he wraps his around her waist. They begin to sway to the song, smiling at each other.
"So...anything new with Ariana?"
At her question, he dramatically gags. She lightly hits the back of head "don't be mean." He chuckles. "She didn't even show up." "Huh. Oh well."
You touch my hand and I'm a king
Courfeyrac pulls her closer to him and leans into her ear. "You're not an awful dancer." She pulls back a bit and smirks. "Neither are you."
Your kiss to me is worth a fortune
With the close proximity of their faces, they get caught in each other's eyes, cliché as it sounds. His grip on her waist tightens and pulls her even closer. Their noses are almost touching and both of their faces are red.
Your love to me is everything
And you're always there to lend a hand
In all I try to do
That's the wonder, the wonder of you
As the music break begins, Courfeyrac awkwardly clears his throat and looks up and down, anywhere but in Y/n's eyes.
"You know, um, I never told Ariana that you were my date..."
"Really?"
He nods, finally meeting her eyes. "I actually wanted to ask you to be my date... romantically."
"Oh."
"Oh." He repeats. "It's okay, um, it's fine."
Y/n is stunned in silence. Her eyes scramble around the room and her mouth hangs agape.
I guess I'll never know the reason why you love me like you do
Courfeyrac leaves their close embrace and turns away to leave when Y/n pulls him back by the jacket, turning him towards her to kiss him.
That's the wonder, the wonder of you...