France X Reader- Alone (Chapter 1)

The wind was blowing more than usual today. You lightly tugged on your short school uniform skirt as you thought about walking home in the wind.

"_____?" A voice behind you hissed. You turned around to face Francis Bonnefoy, the boy you've admired since you first transferred to this school, was looking at you curiously. He handed you a piece of paper and glanced at the teacher. You unfolded it expertly (you always passed notes in this class. Advanced Composition was so boring!) and looked at it. It simply said The answer is "C"

"_____!" The teacher screeched. She hated you. And honestly, the feeling was mutual.

"Yes ma'am?" you muttered, standing up.

"What is the answer to question 16?"

"C, ma'am."

She looked surprised. You barely ever knew the answer to the questions she gave you. "That is correct... You may sit." You did as told and mouthed a thank you to Francis. He simply nodded and motioned to the back of the paper, smiling. You turned it over to find he had written something on the back. What are you thinking of, Mon Ami?

You took out you pen and scribbled on the paper. Nothing. Just stupid things. You passed the paper back while looking boredly at the teacher.

The note was taken from your hand, but never returned. After the bell rang, You looked back to talk to Francis, but the Frenchman was gone.

You got outside, and the second the door opened, the chill wind blew your hair and skirt up. Squeaking, you dropped your books and pushed your skirt down. You blushed a deep red when you heard a wolf whistle from Gilbert and Alfred behind you. You awkwardly leaned over to pick up your books when someone reached down and picked them up for you. Looking up, you saw Francis holding your books in one hand and holding a hand out for you in the other. "Would you like a ride home, Mon Ami?"

"Ah... I wouldn't want to put you out of your way..." You blushed, taking his hand and letting him shield you from the bitter cold wind.

"You wouldn't be putting me out of my way. I don't mean to sound creepy, but I've seen where you live," He smiled. "It's far away, no?"

"Pretty far..." you moved your (h/l) (h/c) hair out of your eyes.

"You'd catch your death of a cold if you walk." He lead you to his car and held the door open for you to climb in.

You stood on the sidewalk looking at the car and blushing, thinking of how you were about to climb into a car with the man you've had a crush on for years now. You suddenly let out a large sneeze.

"Ah... See? Your already getting sick!" He pouted. "Get into the car."

"Right... Sorry..." You climbed into the car and stared at your feet, trying to be as quiet and small as possible.

Apparently you had zoned out, because when you looked up from your feet, you were only a few blocks from your house.

"-all the time?" Francis was saying, looking at you through his wavy, shoulder-length hair.

"E-excuse me?" You stuttered, looking over at him.

"I said, I know it's none of my business, but why do you walk home every day?"

"Ah... Um... Well my mom is always busy between her school and her work. I never get to see her anymore. And..." You trailed off and looked out the window.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," He looked at you sympathetically. But you actually wanted to tell him. You wanted to tell him everything. About your life, family, friends, everything. With anyone else, it would have been awkward. You had just barely started to talk to each other because of an answer to a test, and here you were telling him your life story. But something about it just felt... Right.

"And my dad is always too drunk to get off the couch..." You muttered, looking at your hands again. "So I'm on my own..."

Before you knew what was happening, the blonde had parked his car at the side of the road and looking at you sternly. You were expecting him to yell at you, so you tensed and closed your eyes. When his voice came to your ears, it was soft. Like the sound of the gentle stream you liked to visit alone.

"A beautiful young woman like you should never say or go through such things," He looked you straight in the eyes, and for some reason, you couldn't look away. "you are not alone."

The corners of your mouth twitched into a frown, and you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. No crying... Not now... Not here..! You told yourself. As much as you blinked them away, you could not hold them back, and before you knew it, you had broken down and started crying like a little girl. Right in front of the man you had tried so hard to look strong to.

Suddenly, you felt the arms of someone wrapping around you. The warmth calling to you. Coaxing you toward it. As you sobbed, shaking uncontrollably, Francis' fingers combed through your hair soothingly. His voice whispered to you in his native tongue. You had no clue what he was saying, but the sound of his voice was like the breeze blowing through the Autumn leaves.

You sat there, sobbing into his arms for almost half an hour. And he sat there calming you like it was nothing. When you let all your tears fall and you couldn't cry any longer, you pulled away from his warm embrace. Your phone beeped, telling you you had a text. As you took out your phone, Francis had put the car back into drive.

"Shit..." You muttered as you read the text.

"What?" Francis looked over curiously for a second before looking back at the road.

"My dad... He's mad at me for not being home by now," You tried to stop the sudden shiver in your hands. "There's my house."

"Why are you scared, Mon Cheri?"

You looked away because you couldn't say and blushed because of him calling you his darling.

"N-nothing... I just... I have to go. Thank you for the ride. See you tomorrow." You said quickly as you slammed the door and ran inside.

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The next day, as you neared the school's outside commons, you heard your name being called. Turning, you saw Francis running toward you, smiling and waving. Quickly, before he could see you do anything, you unrolled your sleeves to your sweater and moved your hair in front of your right eye. You didn't want him to know what you had to go through.

"____!" He chirped as he caught up with you. "How are you today?"

"F-fine..." You muttered as you continued walking, face downcast and hands shaking. "D-don't you have friends to hang out with?"

"Yes I do..." Francis' worried tone of voice told you he wouldn't leave you alone. "But I'm choosing to be with you today, no?"

"No," you said sternly. "I'm nothing but trouble, Francis. If you start hanging out with me, you have no clue what you'd be getting in."

Francis stopped walking and looked at you, surprised. Suddenly, before you knew what was going on, he had stepped in front of you, moved your hair out of your face and looking at the giant bruise on your eye. Your eyes widened and you tried to pull away from him, but his hand locked itself around your waist to not allow you to run away.

"Tell me the truth, ______," Francis' light and flirty voice had suddenly changed to stern and fatherly. "What happened?"

"I-I... He... Always..." You took a deep breath and blinked away your tears. Looking at him straight in the eye, you said evenly, "I told you, if you start to hang out with me, I'd just be giving you trouble. I'm better off alone." And with that, you ducked out of his arms and walked away. Ignoring the sad and pleading "_____!" From the blonde Frenchman.