The Years Between || G.W

2001- Emma's POV

***A/N*** another shorter one for you tonight! I'm going to try my hardest to have another (hopefully longer) chapter out sometime tomorrow as well! See you then xx

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"Who is she, Elliott?"

Elliott rolls his eyes from the sofa, "Elle est juste une amie. You 'ave to stop." (Translation- She is just a friend).

"Stop? Elliott, I saw you kissing her last night at that party!" I shout. He starts to say something but I stop him, "I have friends, I have many male friends, but not once have I snogged one of them!"

"Oh, vraiment? You were kissing zat red 'ead friend of yours when I was at 'ogwarts, no?" (Translation- Oh really?)

"That was years ago! And we weren't even dating!"

"We are not dating now! You made it clear, it is just sex!"

"That doesn't mean that you can...."

"Zat I can what? Kiss anozzer girl? Yes, it does! We are not dating!"

"I came all the way to France!"

"I did not force you!"

I take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of my nose, "This isn't working."

"Zere was nozzing to make work in zee first place."

"Maybe I should go back to England."

"Peut-être que tu devrais," (Translation- Maybe you should).

I laugh and shake my head, "I haven't even been here a year Elliott,"

"Nearly a year, Christmas is in a month."

"I'm going on a walk," I huff.

Elliott shrugs his shoulders and gets comfortable on the sofa again, "Ne reviens pas," (Translation- Don't come back).

"Fuck you," I spit at him before walking out the front door of his house. Making sure to slam it shut behind me.

"FUCK!" I scream as soon as I get outside, "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKK!"

A little old couple stares at me from the other side of the street and instantly embarrassment floods my brain. I duck my head and start walking in the other direction, any direction really, just as long as it's not here.

It was great when I first got here. It was fun, happy, full of... well to be honest with you full of sex but also adventures and just good feelings. Then something shifted and I can't put my finger on it. Elliott started growing distant, spending more time out at work or in bars than at home where I was. I offered to find my own place but he said not to worry about it.

I figured we were dating, at least I thought we were. That's what people who live together and sleep together, and, shop together, and, well and do everything together are called right? Dating, boyfriend and girlfriend?

Do I love him? No, not in the slightest. Do I care about him? Yeah sure, if this is what caring is supposed to feel like then I care about him.

"Madame, vous allez bien?" (Translation- Madam, are you all right?)

I realize that I've been standing at this intersection for five minutes now and the light has changed twice. A man from the car on the road has poked his head out of the window to check on me.

"Bien, merci," I say back as quick as I can before I cross the road (Translation- Fine thanks).

I end up in a park in a bit of the city that I've never been in before. I don't know how I got here or how to get back to Elliott's house. I go over to a big fountain in the middle and sit on the edge.