Chapter: twenty-eight.

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"I'm not sick. I never get sick."

"Who are you really trying to fool?" Monroe said handing me a box of tissues.

I groaned grabbing the box of tissues from Monroe.

"Monroe it's not fair! We're in Paris! We're suppose to be out exploring!"

"Chanel we have all week to go explore Paris, I promise you we will."

I sighed wrapping the blanket around my body, I was not sick. I was not sick.

Achoo!

Nope still not sick.

Achoo!

Still not sick.

Achoo!

"Monroe I think I'm getting sick." I groaned falling into the couch in my hotel room.

"No really?" Monroe said walking out of the kitchen with a bowl of chicken noodle in his hands.

"You're so good to me." I said smiling sitting up from position on the couch.

Monroe smiled at me setting next to me on the couch, I smiled snuggling further into the blanket.

"I don't want to eat it though." I said sniffling.

"Open your mouth Chanel." Monroe said putting the spoon to my face, I rolled my eyes opening my mouth.

"You know I can feed myself you know." I said swallowing the soup.

Monroe smiled at me, filling the spoon up with more soup.

"I know but what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let my sick girlfriend take care of herself when I'm right here?"

"Uh, you would be Monroe." I said opening my mouth.

"Very funny." Monroe said rolling his eyes at me.

I smirked at him, pushing myself further into the couch.

"My moms holding this gala in two weeks, I want you to be my date Chanel."

"Really?" I said grabbing a bunch of tissues.

"Really."

"Okay." I chirped blowing my nose.

Geesh, was I attractive or what?

"Monroe?"

"Hm?"

"Can we go to that ball?"

Paris was holding an annual ball, and I oh so badly wanted to go.

"Sure." Monroe said shrugging his shoulders.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me, I planned on taking you anyways." Monroe said pulling me into his chest.

I smiled snuggling into Monroe's chest.

I didn't deserve Monroe, I didn't deserve Monroe at all. I don't know why I didn't tell him the truth earlier, why I didn't tell Adrian and Zoe no from the start.

Now, here I am. Sitting on a couch in Paris falling head over heels for Monroe and I have no clue what I'm going to do when I lose him. The thought of losing him hurts. I don't think my life would be normal if Monroe wasn't in it. It wouldn't be the same nothing would be the same.

I felt Monroe kiss the side of my head, I inhaled letting out a breath. After everything Monroe and I've been through , what Monroe's been through he doesn't deserve this.

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