A monster in Paris (Francouer x reader)

13. The truth hurts

I was annoyed, looking up at the person knocking me over, "Watch where you are going you...you?!"

I froze at the large figure before me. Instead of a worried face, he smiled wide at me.

All around us flew papers around. As he began to collect them, I spotted the main page with the lyric title. "Love me like I do...is that your song?" I asked the tall man. Francoeur nodded, taking the paper off my hands. Before I could ask him about the contents, he went passed me. I clicked my tongue, "He is not much of a talker, but at least he could help me off the floor."

"May i help?" I looked up, seeing a hand before me. Raoul pulled me up, while Emile got the bags.

"Thank you two."

"No problem sweetheart."

I got the dirt off my dress, looking into the direction Francoeur left, "No thank you for Mr. Big guy."

"Francoeur? Oh he is not himself lately. Since Madame Loret announced her arrival, he is all over the place. I mean...he is her biggest fan." Raoul's words sound true. I assumed that the song was meant for her. Somehow I felt jealous of Madame Loret.

Speaking of her, she was on stage inspecting her surroundings.

"What a marvellous place Lucille!"

The young lady feels flattered, "Thank you Madame."

Someone tipped on her shoulder.

Lucille's eyes widened as Francoeur stood before her, "What are you doing here?!"

He gave her the song sheets.

She tried to hide the papers quickly, while Francoeur looked confused at her actions. Unfortunately, Madame Loret noticed her attempt. She asked for the papers, which Lucille gave her slowly. Loret inspected the lyric, "What a beautiful song...who wrote this?" Before Lucille could think of a lie, Francoeur raised his hand. "You wrote this? Well that is amazing!" she got closer to the large flea, "For who did you write this?"

This time, Lucille was quick, "For you Madame. He is a big fan of you. Aren't you Francoeur?"

He nodded with a little hesitation.

"I would like to sing it tonight on stage. I hope you don't mind?"

"No, no, please do Madame."

"Well in that case..." she took the papers and headed towards her room, "I will get to work immediately."

Francoeur watched her leave. Lucille could tell his concern, "Listen Francoeur...l know you like her, but it will not work out with you two. You are not human." He backed away a little, twirling around in his suit. Lucille forced a smile out, "I know you look like a human, but it won't change that you are not human. There is a difference." The poor flea finally realized what she means and left his friend. With his head hung low, he left the cabaret, heading down the road.

Lucille feels hurt, "I am sorry Francoeur."

Unlike him, Madame Loret smiled evil at the music sheets, "For me, as if!" Through the lyric, she noticed that my name was mentioned more than once. Also the room, Francoeur has arranged, was a hint that it was meant for me. She looked at a card I gave him in Toulouse. Her smile turned darker, "This will be easier than I thought."