DUA'S POV
Today is the day Isaac and I leave for France. I'm so excited to see him in the competition, and if anyone knows his cooking skills, it's me!
I've packed all my stuff ready to go, and i'm standing outside my bedroom door in Isaac's apartment.
I can hear shuffling from his room, and then, a second later, the large white frame opened and out came the handsome tall man, claimed to be Isaac Carew. He was wearing his classic black jeans and a white shirt with the words "Cook till you drop the pot and pan".
i'm guessing it's supposed to motivate him and get him hyped for the competition! I smiled at him and grabbed my stuff, starting to climb down the steep stairs.
"So, Dua, are you excited to visit Le Francais?" He asked, whilst presumably smirking his gorgeous smirk.
"Yes i am indeed, i cannot WAIT to eat all that food you're gonna make!" i say, returning the smile.
"Who says you're going to eat any of the food i make? It's all gonna go down here.." I turned around to see him pointing to his toned stomach. I giggled and then pushed hun slightly, reaching the bottom of the steps.
Once we'd gotten out of the front door, we hopped into a taxi and started our journey to the airport.
*three hours later- on the plane*
ISAAC'S POV
It was getting late now, and both Dua and I were slowly falling asleep. She lay her head on my shoulder, her mouth slightly parted and her big doe eyes staring up at me.
I smiled, whilst raising my hand to boop her nose.
She scrunched her tiny nose up, and giggled a little, before closing her eyes and snuggling her head deeper in my shoulder. I kissed the top of her head, before closing my own eyes, and slowly drifting off into a deep, calm sleep.
Oh how I missed my Dua.
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FanficDua Lipa (the multimillionaire popstar) is bored in lockdown spending so much time with her boyfriend Anwar, when she finds an amazing belgian singer called Angele and reconnects with her ex Isaac Carew. From then on her feelings are really mixed...
