My Direction

Victoria

Victoria.

"You're going to have to translate this to me. You know I can't read French." he laughed. It was such a lovely sound. I hadn't heard him laugh in a whole week, which felt like ages. I read through the menu for him until we decided on what we would get. Our waiter came and I ordered our drinks, our appetizer and our meal. He bowed slightly and disappeared. 

"So tell me about this award show thing."

His eyes lit up and he told me all about how they had been nominated for several awards in this years awards. In America it's the AMCs. 

"We also have to preform on stage."

"That pretty amazing that you're up for awards in a non-English speaking country."

"I know. Its brilliant." 

Our drinks and several fried mozzarella sticks were placed in front of us."

"Merci." I said. 

"How do you do that?" he said, taking a bite. His eyes spelled out pure amazement. 

"Do what?" 

"Speak another language."

"I don't know, I just do it. I think in French sometimes. I dream in French a lot." We munched on the yummy cheese sticks until they were gone and our main dish was placed in front of us. 

I took one bite and said "Oh my God. I love French food so much." He laughed and we ate. It was so good that we forgot to talk. Next a slice of 7 layer chocolate cake along with a scoop on vanilla ice cream was placed in front of us with two spoons. We leaned in close and shared it. I smiled at him and he winked at me. I laughed and so did he. I caught sight of the check and groaned. 

"Victoria, don't worry about it okay? It doesn't matter. As long as you're happy it's fine." he gave me that little crooked smile and my heart melted. I laughed at myself because of how ridiculous I sound right now but it's what I feel. 

When we left the restaurant, the paparazzi flashed some more pictures as we walked down the sidewalk. I slipped my arm in his, my rose in my other hand. He kept peeking over at me. 

"What are you looking at?"

"You." 

"Why me?"

"I don't think you understand how gorgeous you look tonight. I'm the luckiest person in the world right now, Love." 

I blushed the colour of my dress. "I don't think you understand how gorgeous you are tonight Louis. You're the only person I know who can really work some suspenders." 

"Thank you." he said with that same little crooked smile. 

We walked down to the Eiffel Tower and sat on a bench. The tower was lit up and beautiful as ever. He put his arm around me and I leaned into him. It was chilly tonight. 

"Here, take my jacket. You look cold." 

"Louis you really don't have to do that."

"I insist." He held it out to me, helping me into it. 

Someone kindly took pictures for us that we uploaded to Twitter and Instagram. The paparazzi flashed around us and then they waited. 

"Thank you for tonight Louis." 

He kissed my forehead. Flash. "You're welcome, Love." He took a deep breath. "I need to ask you something." 

I turned to face him. " So ask."

He smiled. I could tell he was kind of nervous. "Victoria, like I said earlier, I'm so sorry for what I said. But I've had feelings for you since I met you. And the reason I never acted upon them was because I didn't want to mess anything up between you and the guys. There was a lot weighing on this decision. And I know I definitely don't deserve it right now but I have to ask, Victoria, will you please be my girlfriend?"