A/N: So my french isn't perfect obviously, but i posted rough translations next to the quote. Vote, comment or PM me! Don't be a ghost reader I love to hear from you and it makes me update faster! Pictures of Tori and Tanner's house on the side (or top on mobile)
~Tori~
"Someone's at the door, can you grab it?" Tanner asked from the other side of the kitchen island as he ran an exacto knife over the taped enclosure of a new box. I nodded, hopping down from the bar stool that I had been perched on for the last few hours flipping through furniture catalogues. I ambled towards the door and rest a hand on the knob as a momentary panic invaded my mind. I took a deep breath and checked the peephole, seeing only a tall, well dressed, older woman on the other side. I unlocked the door and opened it, smiling at the stranger who held a basket with a checkered dishcloth draped across the openning in her arms.
"Bonjour! Je habite à côté et je ai vu que vous le déménagement hier , je ai pensé que je viendrais dire bonjour. Je m'apelle Madame Cross." (Hello, I saw you moving in and I thought I would come to say hello. My name is Mrs. Cross) She spoke in rapid French and I smiled.
"Mais oui, Bonjour, je m'apelle Claire," (Of course, my name is Claire,) I said as she passed the basket to me. My new name still felt foreign when I spoke it, which I had not had to do often so far.
"J'ai fait ces pour vous, quelques pains et quelques biscuits." (I made these for you, some loaves and some buiscuits.)
"Merci beaucoup, c'est tres gentil." (Thank you, that's very nice.)
"Who's this?" Tanner sidled up behind me, resting his hands on my shoulders.
"Jake, this is Madame Cross, she lives next door." I said, watching as he reached around me to shake her hand. "Madame, c'est ma fiancée , Jake-" (This is my Fiancee, Jake.)
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't realise you were American, you speak perfect French." She said in her thick accent and my brows knit together in confusion.
"Your English is impeccable." I said, handing Tanner the basket. He lifted the dish cloth and peeked inside, his eyes widening.
"I am a retired professor of French at the American University of Paris." She smiled and I nodded. "Anyway, I won't keep you two, I'm sure you have much to do. Stop by any time you need anything."
"Thank you, we will." Tanner smiled at her and she turned, walking slowly down the stone steps that lead to our door.
"She was nice." I said, following him into the kitchen and returning to my post at the island, resuming aimlessly flipping through catalogues.
"Let's go out, maybe go to the market and pic up some food." Tanner said, standing before our empty fridge.
"Sure, let me just grab a sweater from upstairs." I said, standing again, making my way to the stairs. When I reached my room, I pulled a box out of the closet and opened it up on the floor. Tanner had most of our belonging sent out before we arrived by a private, chartered flight. I sifted through my clothing, which I had packed quite rapidly, throwing everything I owned in boxes while the boys were out on a press junket. As I pulled pairs of pants, scarves, skirts and shirts out of the box, I grew frustrated with the disorganization and promised myself that I would sort through it all that evening. I shoved my hand down to the bottom of the box and tugged at a what I thought was a cardigan but when I pulled it out, I quickly realized that I was wrong. I pulled the garment onto my lap and felt my entire body deflate. One of Harry's soft black shirts sat before me, the fabric slightly wrinkled. I lifted it to my face, breathing in deeply. The faintest mix of Blu du Chanel enveloped my senses, the woody, sweet scent bringing tears to my eyes. When I looked up Tanner was standing in the door way, a sad frown on his lips.
"It's his," A sob wracked my body and I buried my face in it again. I heard Tanner cross the room then sink to the floor behind me, pulling me into his lap. He gently pried the shirt from my hands and put it back in the box as I turned and buried my face in his soft cashmere sweater.
"This is what is best, not what is easiest. I'm so sorry." He said, rocking slowly as I cried, my hands wrapped around his neck, my heart completely empty.
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