𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤 Imagines 💐

cherry (2)

Chris' POV

the trip was coming to an end. there was one more event on the schedule though. visiting the Eiffel tower.
"are you ladies excited to see the Eiffel tower?" Nate has asked at breakfast. he was much better at starting conversations than me, i was still a bit sulky from the few nights before.
y/n has a boyfriend. of course she does, she's gorgeous, funny, and knows what she wants. we just haven't been talking lately so i guess it's my fault.
"oh definitely, i can't wait to see it light up," Callie expressed enthusiastically, putting sugar in her coffee.
i watched as y/n just sort of moved the food on her plate around, not speaking up.
"hey, you alright?" i asked, proud of myself.
"oh yeah, fine. i'm very excited," y/n looked at Nate as she said the last part.
but something in my stomach told me that she wasn't fine. i knew y/n better than she knew herself, and i know she liked a walk better than anyone i knew.
"wanna take a quick walk?" i suggested, grabbing my phone off the table.
she looked up, a softness in her eyes as if she was surprised i remembered she liked to walk when she was anxious.
"i do, yeah," y/n grabbed her phone and stood up.
we headed out of the hotel and onto the busy streets of downtown Paris. i wanted her to start the conversation and go on a little ramble like she did. it was adorable.
"so, a boyfriend?" i couldn't help myself. if this shyed her away from opening up i would curse myself.
"oh um," she looked down as if trying to find an answer.
         i didn't push. i knew better. if y/n didn't want to talk about it then i respected that. i just wanted to talk to her like it was old times again.
          "we've only been dating for like a month," she speaks to my surprise.
            i swallowed a lump in my throat. a month?
            "that's...that's great, i'm really happy for you," i control with as much patience as i could.
             i'm such a shit person. y/n is happy. my best friend has found someone who she clearly likes but i'm selfish and i'm hating it.
             "cou cou!" a store vender's voice rang. he wore a strange looking hat adorned with vibrant feathers. "can i interest you in two cherry keychains?" his thick accent rang.
             i slightly grinned. i loved cherries. i took out my wallet and nodded to the gentleman as i heard the total. as i handed over the paper i could feel someone staring at me and looked to see y/n's curious eyes.
             i questingly tilted my head. i loved the way we could still read each other.
             "why'd you pay for me?" she quizzed, glancing at the paper bag i held as we walked away.
              "who said this was for you?" i replied playfully with a cheesy smile. i took out the small glassy cherry. they were obviously handmade but in the best way. the artists signature was carved into the back. 4€, not bad. i did however hand over her keychain.
            cherries always made me think of y/n ever since our first class together, cooking, where we made a cherry pie. we found out that day that we shared the same uncommon favorite pie flavor.
             y/n carefully smiled it, i imaging recalling on the day as well. when she looked up at me again there was a tickle in my stomach. something in her glance shifted and my hand was in hers, letting her lead me to a beach.
             

Ouais, t'es à la plage et maintenant...
Parfait, allez

guys i'm actually so sorry this took so long and it's ass 😭 i'm so close to being finished with school and i was thinking of starting a harry book 🤞
but anyways i'll probs add more to this bc i acc love french chris but we'll see. i'm not gonna pull a nick and promise another update soon bc we both know i'd be fibbing.
BUT SOON...
anyways, love y'all 🫶
-vic