Dream Come True. [Louis Tomlinson]

Two;

My eyes twinkled and my smile brightened as we stepped off of the airplane, and into the French airport. I looked over at Sherri, breathing in the cool air. "We made it." I whispered. She smiled, as I followed her to the luggage claiming area.

We walked out, looking all around us and taking in the beautiful scene. The sun was shining brightly, but the cold wind breeze cooled it down. The sky was blue, with some clouds here and there. And from the distance, I could see the sun behind the famous Eiffel tower, standing tall and proud over us.

I nudged Sherri's side, staring at in it awe. "Sherri, look." I whispered as I pointed to the breath-taking scene in front of me. She looked, her mouth agape. "It's beautiful..." "Hey! Sortez de la route!" A deep voice yelled as he Sherri and I aside, French accent deep. Sherri and I looked at each other once more before hauling a taxi. We looked out the window and admired surroundings, tuning out the French music on the radio.

We made it. I thought to myself, my smile growing even wider - if that was possible. "Filles Alright, nous sommes ici." The taxi driver said. Luckily, I learnt French in Year 8. "Je vous remercie, monsier. Combien?" I asked nicely. He looked at me, flashing a toothy smile. I took time to absorb his features - yellow, crooked teeth, brown windswept hair, tanned skin. He looked to be 40, 35 at the least. "Vingt euros s'il vous plait." I nodded and grabbed the money, going to the boot to get my luggage.

"What's the hotel called?" Sherri asked as we made our way down the busy street. "Hotel De Paris Maubeuge." I told her. "About a ten minute walk." She sighed, not happy that we had to walk around Paris with all of our baggage. We were staying for six months, just us and the city. But, then I remembered something. It's the city of love. "Hey, Sherri?" I asked. "Do you think we have a chance at finding love here?: She thought about it. "Well, it is Paris. And Paris is the city of love." I nodded, the thought still in my head. Maybe, just maybe, I could have a kiss under the Eiffel Tower.

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"Sherri? When are we going to the tower?" I asked. I had completely forgotten when we were going to my favourtie place. "Tomorrow." She groaned. It was late at night, meaning she was tired as hell. The traffic outside was still busy, and it was pitch black - not a nice enviornment to be in whilst writing a letter to your mother.

Dear mum,

We made it. We actually made it. It's amazing, mum. The sun was shining bright, and the wind is blowing softly. I absolutely love the way the sun reflects on the Eiffel Twoer. The people are lovely. They don't speak English very well though. Good thing Sherri has me, right? The hotel is nice, I guess. It smells a bit like old people - you know that irritates me. We're going to the tower tomorrow. I can't wait! I better go. It's late here. I love you. I miss you. <3

Love, Lexi.