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FrancexReader ~ Je t'aime, that's all

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The  various sounds of clinking glasses and abnormally loud laughter echoed throughout the vast restaurant. Several annoying voices bounced off the dome like ceiling until they reached your ears, irritating you to the max. Although the people from the other tables surrounding you didn't bother you, the people from your table did. Your dear mother, who was sitting across from you, was currently telling a story to the rest of the guests who sat around you. Not that you cared. Probably another boring story about how you and your to-be husband met.

She raised her glass of fine red wine and giggled, showing off her perfect row of pearly white teeth.

"...and I couldn't believe it! Standing before me was the very son of Sir Amadeo! At first, I actually thought he was bluffing. But no! After he talked to me about the family business, it was absolutely clear he wasn't lying." She took a small sip of her beverage and continued.

"Everybody knows Sir Amadeo is a very wealthy man, so it was truly an honor to meet his son for the first time. Unfortunately, I soon found out about how his dear father passed away 3 months ago. But he didn't seem too hurt about it, so that's how he announced to me that he was now the new owner of the Carriedo Industries! How wonderful!"

You rolled your eyes and rested your chin in the palm of your hand, tired of that same old story. You'd heard it so many times up to the point where you could narrate it completely by heart!

"I also found out that he wasn't married. So that's when I mentioned my beautiful daughter!" Your mother glanced at you and shot you a proud grin. You returned the favor, but in a more sarcastic manner. Although nobody seemed to notice.

"So here we are now, dining in one of the best restaurants in France to celebrate Antonio and __________'s upcoming marriage. To the future couple!" She raised her glass into the air, encouraging all of the guests to do the same.

To remain polite, you smiled shyly and looked down at your hands, pretending to be flustered when in reality, all you desired was to storm out of the room. You looked to your left side and caught a quick glimpse of your fiance, Antonio Carriedo. He chuckled and thanked everyone. He wasn't a bad man. To be quite honest, he was rather handsome.

Perfectly tanned skin, breathtaking dark hair and mesmerizing forest green eyes. Antonio was every girl's dream boy. But not yours.

You had only known the young Spaniard for a couple of months, and you had gotten along quite well with him. But you considered your relationship with him to be more of a friendly one, not a romantic one. The only reason your mother forced you to marry him was because of your family's extreme financial problems. Since your father became broke and hung himself, you and your mother were in desperate need for money. You had offered her to go and get a job to solve the problem, but she would decline every time saying that 'It isn't proper for a young lady to work. Working is for men.'

So here you are, about to get married with a man you don't love.

All of those nasty thoughts were making your throat tighten and your eyes prickle.

Calm down. Please don't start crying here. Please.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted with the somehow loud sound of music.

"Oh, the band is onstage! Come, let's dance!" Squealed another rich woman from another table as she grabbed her husband's hand and led him onto the dancing area. Several other couples rose from their seats and twirled their way towards the source of the music. Antonio perked up at the sound of the instruments and smiled.

"Come on, _______. Why don't we go dance as well?" He offered, his thick Spanish accent making you smile sadly in return.

"Oh, no. I'm fine. Besides, we just ate. I'll get cramps." You gave his hand a light squeeze, feeling sorry for him because you knew he loved you more than anything.

"Go on without me. I'll stay here and watch, okay?" He sighed, nodded and took off with another random woman.

You watched everybody else have a blast while you sat in your seat, hands neatly folded over your lap which was hidden by your maroon colored dress. Only God knows how long you sat there staring at your half empty plate of food. All you knew was that you wanted to get away. March out of the restaurant, grab a random taxi and just get away. As far as possible. You didn't want to love anymore. You didn't want to spend the rest of your life trapped inside a house with a man you considered a friend and not a lover. What kind of mother would do that to her own daughter? She perfectly knew you didn't want to marry Antonio! But she was selfish, and was only doing this for her own benefits.

What a life.

But you would never say these thoughts out loud. People would call you spoiled only because your father was once a very rich oil company owner. But they didn't know that even rich girls could think this way about life.

Without realizing it, your eyes traveled around the immense room only to land on Francis Bonnefoy, one of Antonio's best mates. Your heart fluttered and you felt yourself being lifted up into the clouds. You still had a hard time admitting it to yourself but you had truly fallen for the charming Frenchman. It all began when Antonio was introducing you to his longtime friends. You began by meeting the Prussian, Gilbert. Then he presented you to Francis. Even to this day, you can't describe the feeling you felt when you first shook hands. It was something like electricity. A mix of soft sparks and mind blowing fireworks, all together!

The way he would tie his golden hair into a delicate little ponytail behind his head and let a few loose strands fall next to his gleaming blue eyes drove you mad with love. But alas, you felt guilty. Guilty for loving your future husband's comrade.

Francis was currently sitting at the other end of the table, looking at the other couples dance and twirl. He seemed to be looking for something. Or someone. His head turned and his eyes landed on you. You realized he caught you staring and so your quickly looked away, quite embarrassed. The young Frenchman grinned and rose from his seat. From the corner of your eye, you could have sworn he was coming directly towards you.

"Excusez-moi, Miss _________?"

Oh how you adored that French accent.

You gulped nervously and politely turned to him, giving him your best smile.

"May I help you, Sir Bonnefoy?" He placed his right hand on his stomach and bowed before you.

"Would the beautiful young lady like to take a short stroll with me?" You hesitated on whether you should accept or refuse. If you were to join him, your mother and Antonio mustn't know about it. After making sure they weren't paying attention to you, you gently took Francis' hand and quickly dragged him towards the doors that led to the outdoor terraces.

When you were both finally outside, you let go of his hand and gave off a sigh of relief.

"What was such the hurry? Were you that excited to see me?" He joked, chuckling a bit. You placed a hand on your hip and gave him a cheeky grin.

"Oh, that's none of your business." You joked back. He laughed charmingly and looked around before pointing to the large fountain that stood about 50 meters away.

"Care to sit down with me?" He asked, walking towards the well carved structure. Several statues of angels and lovers towered over the calm and dark waters that surrounded a bigger statue, one of a Goddess emerging from a gigantic rose like flower. Francis took a seat by the edge and patted the free spot next to him. You gladly took it.

You both stared up at the starry night sky, admiring the countless stars. You smiled softly, feeling a small breeze of cool wind caress your bare arms and neck. This is what you imagined freedom to feel like. This is how you imagined your free life to be like. Sitting by a fountain late at night next to the man you had been dreaming about for such a long time now. Why couldn't this be your every day life?

Your smile was quickly replaced by a sad frown and Francis quickly noticed this.

"What's the matter? Don't you think this is beautiful?" You chuckled sadly and nodded sideways.

"No, it's not that. I just feel so..." You looked back up at the stars and held back a sob. "...empty."

Francis raised an eyebrow, confused by what you truly meant.

"Empty? But ma chère, you should feel grateful. You have such a wonderful life. You come from an important and wealthy family, you have tons of money and you are about to get married with a caring man that loves and cherishes you with all of his heart. What could you possibly want more?" You noticed how he lowered his voice when he mentioned your marriage with Antonio, although you simply brushed it off. Instead, you though about the question he had just asked you.

What could you possibly want more?

You looked back at him and bit your lip.

"I really don't know, Sir Bo-"

"Please, call me Francis." He assured you.

"Oh sorry. I mean, I really don't know, Francis..."

There was a small pause before the young man decided to break the ice again.

"I don't get you." You turned to him, slightly confused by this remark.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't get you. I don't get how you can feel this way, when you have almost everything anyone could ever ask for. Tell me, __________, what is making you feel this way?" You couldn't contain yourself anymore. You squeezed your eyes shut and threw yourself into his arms, crying into his shoulder. Francis was a bit surprised by your sudden outburst, but he quickly regained himself. With one hand he smoothed your hair out and with the other, he created little circular motions on your back, trying to comfort you.

"I don't w-want to... marry... Antonio..." You spoke in between sobs.

"I don't love h-him... My mother is telling everybody t-that we're hopelessly in l-love but s-she's the one who's forcing m-me to get married... I don't know what to do anymore, F-Francis..."

"Shhh, relax. It's alright to cry. Let everything out." He massaged your back and rested his chin on your head.

"This is not the end. Things will get better." You raised your head from its spot on his shoulder and glared at him.

"How can you s-say that? How can you know if things will get better or not?" You hissed at him, letting all of your anger and misery out. Francis ignored your cold attitude towards him and grabbed you by the shoulders, making you face him.

"Because I know." With his thumb he wiped your tear stained cheek.

You hiccuped, still letting all of your emotions out. To be honest, it felt pretty good to finally be liberated from that emotional prison.

"T-Thank you, Francis. I'm sorry if I surprised you by my sudden outburst..." You took a look at his shoulder, which was now covered in your makeup and tears. "...and if I ruined your clothes."

He took a peek at the shoulder you cried on and laughed.

"Oh, I don't care about that. It's just clothes." You weakly laughed along with him. Things grew serious once more when Francis gently held your chin in between his index finger and his thumb, forcing you to stare into his eyes.

"____________, since you had your chance to pour your feelings out, I think that I should do the same..." He inched his face closer to yours until you reached the point where you could feel his warm breath on your lips. Your heart fluttered once more before you felt his lips crash onto your own, making your entire being melt. His hands cupped your cheeks and he deepened the kiss when he noticed you didn't push him away. You gently pushed yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, desiring more.

When the need for air grew too intense, you both pulled away, resting your foreheads on the other's.

"Je t'aime, that's all I wanted to say."

You felt a tear of joy roll down your cheek as you laughed in relief. Maybe things were destined to get better after all.
After reading this, I realized it makes me think a little bit of Titanic :iconreactionzoomplz: Although that wasn't what I was going for ^^; I came up with this while reading my Hunger Games book :iconyeahplz: random idea during random moment

:iconfrenchsquealplz: Hope you enjoyed it! <33

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