Paris was everything they told me it would be. Bright, busy and beautiful. However you can get distracted when you are waiting around for a flight that your friend is on because without her, you cannot go into the 4 Star hotel that you have reservations at.

I sighed. The sky was getting dark, I checked my phone. 1 New Message.

"Hey, I'll be there soon, can't wait XD, see u when I get there! Xx"

I laughed and rolled my eyes, Emma's grammar was appalling as usual.

I was waiting outside a café not to far away from the airport, being the complete genius (sarcastic, of course.) that I was, I thought I could make the morning flight and be here by the afternoon and get some lunch before checking in to the hotel, so I was wearing a dress. Usually, I dislike dresses, but this one was alright, it was black (of course) and it wasn't clingy and it stopped above my knees, it had short straps which were covered in purple roses and the front was too, I had shown Emma a picture of it and she squealed and commanded that I wear it on our trip.

Anyway, I overslept and decided to get the afternoon flight, I took ages to get ready, and by the time I got to Heathrow Airport the afternoon flight was delayed because of the typical British weather, so I texted Emma and told her to catch the delayed afternoon flight, of course she didn't reply until after I found out that the flight to Paris had been cancelled, so I told her to take the early evening one.

In the end, I got on the next flight and completely forgot to text Emma about it, so in the end I was in Paris, alone, waiting for her to show up. I was cold, exhausted and angry at myself for not telling Emma. However, I was distracted by the lights on the shops and in the distance, and the people walking by.

That was when I saw them. One of the most beautiful couples I had ever seen.

I had heard that phrase before: "It seems like there is nothing in the world than them." I had compared it to other couples before, but as cute as it was, I could always feel myself there, including all the people around them. But with this couple, I felt as if nothing existed but them, as if I wasn't there at all.

They were two men, to others they may have looked like close friends, but I knew. One look and I knew.

They weren't standing so far away from me, they were standing in between two benches overlooking some shops, I didn't think they could see me, I was hiding in the shadows after all, but I had this weird feeling in my gut that I shouldn't be seen, that I shouldn't interrupt, so I moved my suitcase out of the way and pulled my coat closer to me.

I could hear them. The shorter man was definitely British, he had a London accent. The taller man was obviously French, I didn't even have to hear his accent to know that, it was just his appearance and that aura. They looked like they were arguing, but the French man was laughing slightly and the British man looked flustered and had looked away.

I felt uncomfortable, I felt like I shouldn't be watching, yet I felt fascinated. What was so mesmerising about that couple? It wasn't just their cultural differences, I knew that. There was something different.

Their voices were getting quieter, my ears strained. I needed to catch up with them. Grabbing my suitcase I marched out from under the shadows, I let my hair frame my face and then I walked on forwards in their direction. I had to hear what they were saying. I walked a fair distance away from them, walking slowly with a confident air.

"... Well, you can go back in there and tell them that there has been a mistake! We asked for two single beds! Not one double bed! I am not sharing a bed with you!" The Brit's tone was stern, though I picked up something else with it. Insecurity? But they are a couple! Why is he complaining about not having separate beds? Ah. I knew.

They hadn't told each other yet.

That they were hopelessly in love with each other.

So, they weren't a couple. But they BOTH wished they were.

"Ah~ But come on, Arthur, I know that you want to spend a night with me~" Yep. He was definitely French. But I knew his game too. He used teasing to cover up his real emotions. And by looks of it this wasn't something new.

Gosh... How many years had those two loved each other?

I glanced back, through the light of a street lamp I could see a dark blush cover the Englishman's cheeks. He was meant to look furious, but that was to cover up the fact that he was flustered.

I was running out of time, I had almost reached the end of the road, I couldn't just walk back, that was just begging to be suspected of eavesdropping. I slowed down my pace.

"Wh-why would I ever want to spend the night with you!? You have got to be joking! Just get back in there and tell them that they've made a mistake!" He was in denial.

"If it's such a big problem, why don't you do it?" He laughed a classic French laugh.

"Francis..." The British man warned, "If you don't do it, I'm going to kill you."

"Oh come on, Arthur, you heard yourself, they don't have any other rooms, surely one night couldn't be so bad."

"Tch." He was being "persuaded". Oh, come on! Don't pretend you didn't want that to begin with.

"And... There's something else I want to tell you." Oh. Things were getting serious now. The French man... Francis? Had something to tell the Brit... Arthur? I ducked behind a bench facing North, they couldn't see me from this angle, but I had a perfect view of them. Well of Arthur anyway, Francis had his back to me.

"Well? What is it?"

Tell him. Come on! It's obvious he loves you too!

"It's just that..."

Tell him! You are French aren't you? Isn't that what you people are meant to be good at?

"Oh come on, I don't have all day."

In fact, why don't I just go over there and do it for them? Nope. I couldn't do that, I felt horrible watching already, I was an intruder.

"It's just that in this light, I feel like I'm falling in love with you all over again."

Oh. OH! I take it back. You French people ARE amazing at that! Wait? Again? So the two WERE a couple all along!?

"... Oh, come here, you git."

The two exchanged a passionate kiss. I didn't pull a face like when I see my parents kiss each other on the cheek, I didn't groan and look away when I see a teenage couple making out. This was beautiful. Arthur had put his arms around the French mans neck, and the two were practically melting into each other: "A perfect fit." The words rang in my ears.

Call me a creeper, but I could feel the amount of love radiating off them, so many forbidden and restrained emotions being let free. I felt happy. And when they pulled apart, I knew they did too. They looked so perfect, they didn't need to glow of a street lamp, it was just them. Them and no-one else. They were perfect for each other. I smiled.

Arthur stared up into Francis's eyes, though he looked down after a certain amount of time, I could see the blush rising from his neck, I couldn't help but silently squeal about how cute he was.

They joined hands.

"So, will you be fine with a double bed now, then?"

"Well... If it's only for one night."

They walked into the building together and the door closed behind them. I stood in the silence, a perfect, content silence.

And then it hit me, I had just watched a couple exchange words of love and then passionately kiss with tongues and then imply sex.

Great. This would be a great story to tell.

But I wouldn't of course. Their love was far to amazing to be shared around like a common tale, that was probably why I felt like I shouldn't have been there.

I felt a buzz in my pocket. My hands were cold, but all of my body felt warm. Damn, their love had actually rubbed off on me.

I read the text: "Hey! The flight has landed! I'll meet you outside! Cant wait 4 Paris! Maybe we'll meet sum sexy French men and fall in love XD just kding, I know how u feel about romance and french people XD u may be awesome as knowing ppls feelings, but u suck when it comes to ur own XP."

I laughed and texted back: "Finalllly, your flight took ages, I'll meet you outside. Maybe, but people change. I have to thank Paris for changing my mind."

I got a reply almost immediately: "wattt!? Wait, so u like romance now? & relationships!?"

"I never hated romance or relationships. I just didn't believe in it because I hadn't ever witnessed anything that made me wake up and see what you had to have to have either of those things."

"And u've woken up now?!"

"It appears so."

"So... WHAT WOKE U UP!?"

I thought carefully before typing my answer and sending it. Once I did I grabbed my suitcase and walked quickly over to the café that I was originally standing near.

That couple had awoken me from my ignorant state. It was real and without it, we would be nothing.

Love.

"Love."