Ross Lynch Imagines

City of Lights

    Cobblestone roads lay out in front of you, all sorts of shops, cafés, restaurants, boutiques, bakeries, and offices line up along the way. French pedestrians window-shop and scurry around the streets, each individual navigating their destination. The air was fresh of cherry blossoms and the aroma of bread from the bakeries lingering outside. Everything was so cultural, elegant, historic, and full of character in every architectural building. It was a beautiful city of Parisian love, parks, shimmery lights, cuisine, fashion, famous buildings and monuments, Haussmann architecture lining wide avenues, and diverse foreign  languages.

   Paris, France was full of excitement.

  "I think the wedding boutique is over there," your mother pointed to a little boutique sandwiched between a bakery and an ice cream parlor.

   "Rosa Clará's?" Your oldest sister, Josephine asked, glancing down at her tourist map she picked up in the lobby of the hotel you were all staying at. "Oh, it is... Well, let's go."

You all ran across the road, and walked to Rosa Clará's. The boutique was sort of crowded, so you Berlimed your way to the clerk's desk.

"Bonjour," the woman greeted you.

"Bonjour," you said back. "Parlez vous anglais?" You took French in high school, but barely remembered much.

"Yes, sorry," she apologized in a strong French accent. "How may I help you, miss?"

"I'm here to pick up my wedding dress and bridesmaid dresses," you told the woman with a smile.

"What is your name?"

"Y/N," you said to her. She excused herself to grab your dresses, leaving you to browse a bit.

Instead, you just stood waiting. You watched Josephine and your mother gawk at the wedding gorgeous dresses, their faces lighting up. You wish you were as ecstatic as they were about your wedding. Five months ago, when your fiancé, Alex proposed to you, you were so in love with him—or so you thought. You and Alex had been dating for a year, and he was your world. He's handsome, polite, sweet, big-hearted, and extremely intelligent. He's every girls dream, but he just isn't yours anymore.

Within the prior months of your engagement, you and Alex agreed to have your wedding in Paris just like you always dreamed of having it with the right guy. Although, Alex isn't the right guy. He should be, he's the better one. He loves his parents, he loves you, he's well-mannered, and a successful surgeon. But the only problem is, he's not the guy you want to marry anymore. You fell in love with your best friend, Ross Lynch. You've been friends with him since forever, but you've been having an affair with him and you fell—hard. He fell for you too, which makes things tricky.

You've been keeping it a secret from Alex, which you feel awful about.

And just two days ago before flying to Paris with your family, Alex and his family, and close friends—you and Ross had serious conversation.

"Y/N, you can't go," Ross begged you. "You can't marry Alex, and you don't want to. You may not want to admit aloud, but you love me. You may have loved Alex before, but you don't feel for him that way anymore."

"This is insane, you know that?" You paced back and forth in Ross's apartment, your head swarming. "Ross, this was a mistake! This was never suppose to happen—we were never suppose to happen. I have to be with Alex, I said yes."

"Y/N, it's the best mistake I ever made," he closed the space between you two, placing his hand on your cheek. "Don't do this, please..."