That morning, you wake up in the best way possible: Helena peppering light kisses over your face. A soft smile appears on your lips as you open your eyes slowly, allowing them to adjust to the light streaming through the curtains. She smiles once she sees you're awake, the angelic glow of her skin from the sunlight making her seem like an angel.
"Good morning, sweet girl," she says, planting a final kiss lightly on your lips.
"Morning, Hellie," you reply, snuggling into her chest. She pulls you closer, stroking your hair comfortingly.
"How did you sleep?" she asks.
"Great! You know this bed is really comfortable".
She giggled. "It is".
"How long have you been up?"
"Not too long. I was going to make us breakfast but we have nothing in the house to make," she told you.
You laughed. "We can go out".
She nodded. "I'm making tea, let me go check on it," she says, kissing your head and getting out of bed, "be right back". You stay in bed, pulling the covers up since you were cold without her next to you. You look at yourself in the mirror next to the bed. You've always felt gross in the mornings, but not with Helena. She made you feel beautiful all the time. You smiled to yourself, thanking the universe every single day that you were able to be with her.
She comes back into the room a moment later.
"What are you smiling about?" she asks cheekily, handing you the cup of black tea.
"You," you admit, "I love you".
She giggled, pulling you in for a kiss. "I love you too," she said, resting her forehead against yours.
"What do you want to do today?"
"We should probably go out for breakfast since there's no food here," she suggested, making you giggle.
"Croissants?" you asked happily.
"You and your croissants," she joked, shaking her head, "is that the only reason you wanted to come to France with me?"
You giggled. "Of course not, it's the second reason".
After you both finished your tea, she went into the bathroom. You went to the closet, picking out a skirt and a blouse and putting them on.
"Hellie, what do you think of this?" you asked when she came out of the bathroom, her hair up in a messy bun.
"Stunning, doll," she said, making a blush grow on your cheeks. She kissed you on the cheek and went into the closet to change into a dress. It was flowy and flower-patterned, and she looked stunning. Her clipped-up hair made her look even cuter.
You went into the bathroom to put on some simple makeup and braid your hair.
"Ready, hun?" she asked, putting on boots.
"Ready," you told her, taking her hand in yours. The pair of you walked outside, and you walked towards the car.
"Where are you going?"
"The car," you stated.
"Love, it's not far. It's a beautiful day out, too," she urged.
She held out her hand for you to take it again, and you did. She squeezed it gently, rubbing your knuckles as you walked. You smiled at her, walking in a peaceful silence as you looked at the view of the beautiful French countryside. She was right, it wasn't a far walk, and a little while later she walked you into the cafe.
"This is beautiful," you told her, looking around at the bright floral decor.
She smiled. "I knew you would like it".
She sat down at a table in the corner, and a waitress came over a minute later. You only caught some words and phrases, but Helena knew everything. She ordered for you both, and the waitress left.
"Thank you," you said, taking her hand across the table.
"Of course, darling. I know you love it when I speak French," she said with a wink, which was enough to make you want to pass out.
She took your hand from across the table, and you played with her rings.
"I could teach you French, you know," she suggested.
"You'd do that?"
She nodded. "Clearly you didn't learn much in your high school French class".
You laughed. "I'm sorry, I spent the whole year trying to convince my teacher to let us watch Les Mis". (This is based on true facts because I'm a whore for Madame Thenardier).
"Did you?" she asked, a smile on her lips.
"Yes, and I sang every word of Master of the House," you joked.
She giggled. "Of course you did".
"You know I've always had a crush on you," you told her, a blush growing on her cheeks.
"And I wanted you ever since I met you that day on set".
After your breakfast, you walked into town with her. She brought you to a market, which was much more than a farmer's market. They had food, but they also had flowers, homemade clothes and bags and jewelry.
"Helena!" you heard a women call, waving her over from behind her stand, which was covered in pretty purses. Helena smiled and waved back, walking you over, her hand still intertwined in yours.
"Bonjour Marie!" she exclaimed, kissing the petite French woman on each cheek, something Helena told you was called faire la bise.
"Y/n, this is Marie. I met her when I first got my house here," she explained.
"Nice to meet you," you said, and the woman leaned in to kiss your cheeks.
"This is the girlfriend I've heard about?" she asked Helena.
She nodded. "Yes she is," your girlfriend happily looped your arm through hers making you smile.
"You're just as pretty as your girlfriend said," Maria complimented, the turned back to Helena, "you look very happy with her".
"We are," Hellie said, kissing you on the forehead.
"I don't predict any fights breaking out," Marie joked, and you looked at your girlfriend, confused.
"Oh god," she sighed, "last time I came here with Tim. We got into a huge fight in the middle of the market. It was so embarrassing, you couldn't imagine".
You shake your head. "I hate him so much".
"So do I," said Marie.
"Well, I'm done with him," Helena reassured her, "now I have a kind, gorgeous girl".
Helena dumped out the paper bag full of produce on the counter. She was making a sauce, and she got everything she needed at the market. Your arms were full of bouquets, because just like at your home in London, she liked the house to look and smell beautiful.
"Love, will you help me cook?" she asked as you put down the flowers.
"Of course. What do you need me to do?"
"Can you cut up these carrots into small pieces?" You nodded, taking the vegetables from her. She went on her phone, putting on soft French music.
She sliced up onions and garlic, putting them into a pan with olive oil. You scraped in the carrots from the cutting board you had used.
"These look great," she told you, and you could tell she was a little surprised.
You shrugged. "I like to cook. I almost went to culinary school instead of being an actor".
She turned around, looking at you, astonished.
"You never told me that!"
You laughed at her reaction. "It never came up".
"That's amazing, y/n," she said, turning the stove on low and walking over to you.
"Why did you choose to act?" she asked.
"I just imagined it as a career more. I could picture myself doing it every day," you explained.
She wrapped her hands around your waist affectionately, pulling you closer.
"I'm glad you did. I probably wouldn't have met you".
"We could have met eventually".
She shrugged. "Maybe, but I think everything happens for a reason".
You nod. "I agree".
"I love learning new things about you," she told you, leaning in to softly kiss your cheek.
"So do I, Hellie," you said, stroking her face with your finger, desperate for every little touch.
"And we have the rest of our lives to learn everything about each other," she whispered, a hint of caution in her voice.
You smiled, putting your forehead against hers affectionately. Even though the relationship was going amazing and you couldn't imagine your life without her, neither of you had ever made such a committed statement.
"You want to spend the rest of your life with me?" you asked a blush growing on your cheek.
She nodded. "Only if you want to spend the rest of yours with me".
"I do," you agreed, and she lifted your face up to your lips and kissed you passionately.
Authors note: there ya have part two! I'm gonna do a third part where they go to Paris and there's gonna be a lot of smut. Thanks for reading loves <3
