I Can't Lose Him (ICDTNWY Sequel)

5.

Another filler...and it's a little shorter...and it's late...sorry. :/ Finals week is a killer. But the chapter is uploaded. There might be typos because I edited most of this on my phone. Anyway...there's tons of fluff! And deep metaphors about life and stuff. (Haha I rhymned. Guess I'm a poet and I didn't even know it.)

AND I'm OFF OF SCHOOL. YESSSS. So updates will be more frequent.! So...YESS.! But guys..I'm a SENIOR next year. Scary shit I tell you.

PLEASE read the author's note at the end. It's IMPORTANT.

Anyway, enjoy.!

(That FREAKIN GIF on the TOP though. I'm dead.)

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Calum.

*One Week Later*

Today was mine and Luke's last day in Paris and honestly, I couldn't think of a better place for a honeymoon. Luke and I went to all of the popular attractions around the area and even did a little shopping on the Champs-Élysées for everyone back at home, with Sébastien and Remi's help of course.

Since we did meet Sébastien and Remi, we became close friends within the spam of a week. It wasn't a bad thing to say that they coincidentally fucked each other for the first time our week here. It still confuses me whether Luke and I influenced them to or if it was just really weird timing because they were on an anniversary vacation just as Luke and I were on a honeymoon.

It was almost sad to think that we were going to be flying back home tonight. Paris was a nice city, and I really wouldn't mind if Luke, Stefan, and I moved here. The only downside was that Luke and I would have to learn to speak French fluently, because Sébastien and Remi couldn't be with us all of the time. Even though Luke knew French, it wasn't good enough for us to live here. Besides that, I wouldn't mind living here.

"Cal, I have one more place for us to go," Luke told me as he turned off the stove.

"Where else do we have to go?" I asked, slipping on a plain black shirt.

"I've been wanting to visit this place since we found out my parents bought us this trip," Luke replied, "Let's hurry, before we have to leave to catch the flight."

"Um...okay," I hesitantly said, "Do Sébastien and Remi know about this or..."

"They're meeting us there," Luke rushed.

"Alright alright. There's no need to rush," I said, slipping on my shoes.

We walked out as Luke closed the hospital door behind us. He slipped the key in his pocket as we walked into the elevator down to the lobby.

We walked outside and onto the streets of Paris. He tightly gripped my hand and led me down the different streets. Occasionally, Luke would stop and ask the locals a question, in fluent French.

I playfully scoffed, smirking. Now he decides to use his French speaking skills, a week later, when we're about to leave.

That made me wonder if he was speaking in French to keep me from knowing where we were going.

"Can I ask where we're going?" I asked.

"Nope," Luke simply replied.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because...it's a surprise. I don't want to spoil it because I know you're going to like it. Now just let my lead you to this place. Just wait until we get there," Luke told me, ending the conversation.

I rolled my eyes and continued to let Luke drag me through the streets of Paris.

"We're here," Luke said.