Chapter 12

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I want to thank everyone for being very patient with me. I've been so depressed lately and things haven't been working out for me. I've had a really bad case of writers block and I couldn't figure anything out.





Thank you everyone so much for making TS2 so great for me to write. Your amazing comments and support fuels the drive. You're all so amazing. I love you guys so much.







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Lia's POV:








It was an early morning here in Paris. I had prepared my morning tea-since I've grown very fond of Twinnings, I had made it almost every morning for the past two months.








It's been two months since I've seen Harry last, it's been two months since he broke my heart in half, and it's been two months since I cried over him.











I guess you could say that I've grown stronger from this experience. If you asked me if I still loved Harry, I would say yes in a heartbeat but I don't think he could say the same.











I had heard from Eclaire that she has seen Harry and that blonde woman walking around the bakery. She says she sees them almost every other day when she does her daily bakery run. As you can tell, my jealousy was fuming by this point but I must stay calm and not let Harry compromise me again. I've had to save Harry's ass one, too many times already and now I have to with chief.










I started out on my daily run around the park, and the bakery. I would run to stay in shape since I couldn't find a gym around here. I don't mind though, the manor has a workout room that I can use.











I loved running over the bridge, especially because I like to stop and look at the water. I did my daily stop at the bridge and looked down into the water. I remembered Eclaire telling me how this was the #1 spot in France where people come to kill themselves. I couldn't imagine that pain. I didn't think suicide as something only cowards did, like most thought. I saw it as an escape from the pain. You're finally not suffering, you're not killing yourself- you're killing the pain.











Someone tapped my shoulder and I turned around to meet a familiar set of blue eyes, Lucas.











"Good morning, Lucas." I smile.










"Good morning, Lia. How are you on this fine morning?" He asks, through his pretty French accent.








"I'm good, I could be better but I'm getting there. How about you, how are you today?" I ask.










"Just running around, looking for someone to enjoy my company and look! I found you, how nice." He smiles.









"Well I'll take that as a compliment." I giggle.









"You know, you're very beautiful in your running attire." Lucas flirts.










"Why thank you Monsieur, you are very nice." I say.










"You're French is getting better and better everyday, I'm impressed." He replies.












"I'm slowly learning, I have an app on my phone to help me along. A friend showed it to me not too long ago and I've been working hard." I answer.












"Intelligence becomes you, Lia." Lucas says.










"Well, intelligence is all I have." I joke.









"Ah, how sad, the most beautiful woman in France as of now does not know her own true beauty." He coos.










"Ah, the most rich man in France is talking to the lesser rich women of France." I tease.









"Haha, very funny. Now I was about to run to the bakery and get some breakfast. Would you like to accompany me?" He asks.











"Sure thing, Lucas." I say.










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When Lucas and I reach the bakery, I realized I should've brought a jacket along with me. I was shivering and I'm sure everyone on this planet could hear my teeth chattering.











As we entered the bakery, the familiar brown eyes and short black bob greeted me with a kiss to the forehead. The woman who hired me here a few weeks ago has become close to me in a way.










In line, I blow on my hands to try to keep them warm. I grabbed the sides of my arms and rubbed them too, because I was starting to get really cold.










"Here." Lucas says, wrapping his north face around my shoulders.










I looked up and into his blue eyes, and I couldn't help but smile. I was so thankful for a friend like him. He was careful, honest, gentle, and kind to everyone he met. He had no reason to be mean or hate the world- his life was perfect.











"Thank you, but you didn't have to give me your jacket and pay for breakfast." I say, noticing our goods already in his hand.











"The least I can do for my lovely Lia and her ageless company." He smiles.








I follow him to the back of the bakery and as the rows of booths I pass by, I pass the second to last booth..hearing a rather familiar voice ring behind me.










I turned around to greet the eyes of Harry..





I wasn't expecting to see him here, not this early. Especially not with the woman he cheated on me with.







"Oh my goodness! Is this Lia?" The blonde speaks.








I nodded slowly, Harry clearly in shock of her sudden actions.










She got up from her chair and hugged me tightly. Almost too tight, where I felt like I needed to cut her away from me with the jaws of life.










"You are so beautiful in person, how luck you are to be alive still." She smiles.









"How do you know about that?" I ask, angrily.









"My little poo bear told me! Isn't he just the best? I hope this isn't awkward, seeing us together and all. I really wouldn't want any drama or hard feelings. Especially with such a beautiful woman." The blonde says. "My name is Clara."










"Hi, Clara." I speak.









"Harry, sweetheart, aren't you going to say hello?" She asks, sitting back down.











"Hello, Lia.. It's nice to see you." Harry says, uncomfortably. "Are you here alone?"











"Actually pop star, she's with me this morning." Lucas' voice booms behind me, holding me by my side.











Harry's face reddened and so did mine. I could tell Harry was angry due to his rapid breath intake and his balling fist actions.












"And who is this?" Harry asks, with attitude in his tone.









"I'm her boyfriend, and you must be heartbreaker Harry Styles? Haha, I've heard a lot about you bud." Lucas says, shocking me. Boyfriend?












"What have you heard about me, Frenchie?" Harry asks, angrily. Oh god, not here. Not now.











"Awww is someone mad the Americans threw your tea in the harbor? Jeez, I thought you were as great as Lia used to say you were and now-I don't see the resemblance. By the way, nice trophy mistress." Lucas says, holding my hand.











"Lucas, not here and not now. You are better than that, don't stoop to a low. I've told you that I've been moving on and you don't need to create anymore stress in my life." I scold.











"I just hope this kid knows what he's doing being a part of that agency. Why do you think I went rogue in the first place? Honestly, if he could see past chiefs facade, he would've been out before he started." Lucas chuckles.











"Anyway, Lucas and I will be going. Uhm, I'll see you around." I reply, grabbing a hold of Lucas who is holding our food.











Harry pulls me aside and whispers in my ear, "arc de triumph-9:30 sharp. Be there" before I walk out.


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