Here's my first story ever! I hope you like it!

P.s. You pronounce Anais's name as AW-NUH-ES.

Yay I hope you like it!


The decedent aroma of rising bread wafted through the air, swirling around a brunette's nose as she walked into the bakery. Adding to the scents, she was greeted by the aromas of pastries, coffee, and the all too familiar one of flour. Her pink lips parted into a smile, pleased to be in her niche once again.

"Bonjour Madame Fournal!" she chirped in a sing song tone, her bright green eyes peering around for her boss.

"Anais! Late! Again!" a heavily French accent barked in a poor attempt at English, before its owner appeared from the back room marching over to her. Marion Fournal was a thick woman at the ripe age of 43. She was large, standing at about 1.8 metres, towering over the small 1.5 metres teen.

Anais rubbed the back of her neck, half embarrassed and half shocked Marion actually attempted English. "Oui, je sais. Je suis désolée madame mais-"

"Non!" Marion cut her off sharply, obviously not wanting to hear her excuses. "Go to work, arête!"

Meekly, Anais nodded her head, before fleeing to behind the counter to the back room. Here, were the majority of the ovens and bread making tables the two slaved over day after day. Flinging her knapsack and trench on a counter, she picked up 'So You Want to Speak English' book. So this explains Marion's sudden bilingual aspirations… Anais mused with a silent laugh.

Pulling back her auburn curls that cascaded down her back into a loose low pony, and tying a pink apron on, Anais clasped her hands together, ready for work. As she began needing dough Marion had previously began, the little bell over the door sounded, and voices began to echo into the shop.

"-that's why we came early." a male sounded in a reasonable tone, causing Anais to perk up.

"So you're saying we snuck over to Paris early, so we could get time to experience the city-secretly?" a soft toned boy asked quizzically. "That's the only reason?" He asked again, clearly not buying it.

"Yes!" the first voice replied quickly, almost defensively if anything.

Anais stopped needing and frowned, trying to figure out their accents. They certainly were not anything she'd ever heard in France before.

"Lads, who cares why we came early, now, Paris can be more like a…mini vacation." A higher toned voice interjected carelessly.

"Right, we can fully experience all aspects of the French culture." A husky voice added deviously. Anais rolled her eyes and heard a high five after.

"Starting with the food!" A fifth voice said excitedly. His accent was the most unique. "Hello-er Bonjour Madame!" The voice said, obviously talking to Marion.

Sure enough, Marion's rough voice sounded. "Bonjour monsieur, qu'est que vous voudriez ?"

"Um. One sec-boys, any of yous know what she's here going off about?" the fifth voice asked the others. A series of murmured 'No's responded.

Yes, they were certainly not from around here. Anais wasn't sure if she should interject, Marion wasn't even considerably literate in English, while Anais was in the top of her English class. However, Marion hated when Anais ever went to the front. She was strictly to always stay in back, making sure nothing burnt and making sure she was always out of Marion's way.

The fifth boy then began to speak very slowly. "I-me. Would. Like. A. Pain. Aux. Chocolat. Please." However, he pronounced 'Pain aux chocolat' as 'Pan ox choclate.'

As he attempted to order, Anais heard two of the boys walk closer to the back room.

"Liam, be honest, did you want us to come early so you could get away from Danielle? It's okay if that's the reason, but honestly if you want to talk to someone, I'm here for you. So is Niall, he and I are kind of worried 'bout how chewed up you are. You're always on edge lately…" it was the boy with the soft voice speaking, his accent unusual as well.

"No, I don't want to talk about it." The other-presumably Liam- said harshly.

"Look I understand break ups are hard, but you didn't even tell us why. Or who broke up with whom…" the first trailed off.

Awe… Anais touched her heart, obviously feeling for the poor boy after just being dumped last night. She then realized she was getting dough all over her blouse and promptly put her hand down. Embarrassing.

"Later, I don't want people hearing." 'Liam' said curtly.

"Who? The lads are off in their own conversations, and that woman? Li, she's French." the other said blatantly. "She can't even understand Niall!"
'Liam' however didn't get the chance to respond, as Marion and the boy ordering began to raise their voices at another.

"NON! Arête! Faire mais la bouche, stupide American ! "Marion exploded at whoever was ordering.

"Oi! We're British, not American!" the higher voice interjected. "Is she daft?" he muttered to the rest of the boys.

Marion proceeded to then go off on a cursing rampage. Anais needed to stop this. "Marion, s'il vous plait, le garçon veut le pain aux chocolat!" she said boldly as she sauntered into the front, hoping Marion would be thankful that Anais helped her out.

Instead, Marion pursed her lips walking over to Anais. "Stupide fille, c'est Madame Fournal." She muttered with a painful squeeze on Anais's wrist, though she was careful not to let the customers see. Marion then went to the back to make the bread.

Anais winced, knowing she had been disrespectful. Ignoring it, she spun on her heels to face the owners of the voices she heard.

She was a little shocked at what she found. Five incredibly attractive boys stared at her-dumbstruck almost (though she was the same)- and they looked vaguely familiar at that. Up at the counter, was the boy she presumed who was ordering. He was blonde with brilliant blue eyes; next to him was a cute boy with a smirk and thick dark curls.

Sitting at a table, was a fit guy with a great smile and a nice pair of red braces. Towards the entrance to the back room, were the two boys she had heard speaking a moment earlier.

One was tan with enticing brown eyes that could capture any girls' heart, the other was muscular and had a charming face, with a kind smile, but Anais couldn't stop staring at his eyes. They were full of emotion, Anais just couldn't figure out what emotion they underlay.

"Sorry, she doesn't understand English. But your pain aux chocolat should be ready soon; we just started baking a little earlier this morning." Anais smoothed her apron.

"Woah! You speak French and English?" The blonde asked incredulously.

"That's brilliant…" the curly headed boy bit his lip while looking Anais up and down.

Feeling her cheeks redden, Anais gave a weak smile. "Um, yeah, I suppose I do." She said bashfully. That doesn't make sense. Idiot, idiot, idiot.

"Impressive." The brown eyed boy walked over to the counter with an approving look on his face. "Are you originally from France? Though you do have a French accent, your English is impeccable."

Anais nodded. "Merci, I've been studying English ever since I had six years. And yes, I've lived in Paris for about five years but I'm originally from Strasburg-oh you probably don't know where that even is. Sorry, where are you from?" Her emerald eyes blinked up at them with a nervous laugh.

"Well, we're from England, and he's from Ireland." The boy seated piped up with a flashy grin, motioning to the blonde.

"I knew your accent was unique!" Anais exclaimed excitedly to the blonde boy. "Gee how interesting, what are you all doing in France? Hoping the original city of love will give some luck to you?" She teased, getting a few chuckles.

"Business." The brown eyed guy said curtly, exchanging glances with the other boys. Anais decided to drop it, and not bring up that they looked familiar either. "Well, Marion should be done with your bread soon, sorry again for the wait!"

Sure enough, Marion called Anais to get the bread, and she brought it to the boys they opted to eat at the bakery. While they munched away, raving over the bread, she continued to restock displays.

"So is she always like that?" Anais looked up and saw it was the other boy near the back room entrance.

"Marion? Oh, not usually, only when people speak English to her. She doesn't like feeling inferior." Anais joked with a giggle.

He gave a weak smile. "No, I mean to you." The attractive boy said carefully, nodding to her wrist.

Embarrassed, Anais tried to wave it off. "Oh, that's nothing, I was being disrespectful. An apprentice shouldn't ever address their prof. so informally." She then smiled at the boy. "Can I get you anything?"

Before he could be respond the curly boy spoke up. "How 'bout your name babe?"

"Anais! And yours?" she asked them, looking mainly at the guy at the counter. He looked a little annoyed with his friend's outburst.

"Well I'm Harry!" the curly boy grinned.

"Niall." The blonde boy waved.

"I am Louis!" the boy with the red braces said dramatically.

"Zayn." The soft voiced guy smiled.

"And I'm Liam."

So, you're the broken hearted boy… Anais flashed a pleasant grin. "Pleasure to meet you, all."

"Likewise." Liam said quickly with a soft smile. He was enticing, they all were. She and Liam then delved into a conversation. He asked her heaps of questions, but wouldn't give straight answers to any of hers.

After a while, Anais noticed the boys stopped conversation to exchange glances and nods with another.

"So, since you live here," Louis began, grinning at Harry.

"-You probably know all the best places to go-right?" Harry finished, as they sauntered over next to Liam.

A smile crept on Anais's face. "That's correct. Why? Need a tour guide?" she asked savily, examining her nails teasingly.

"It's like you read our minds!" Louis grinned, feigning shock.

"I suppose that could be arranged." she replied. Louis opened his mouth, but was cut off.

"Mates, we gotta be off." Niall said unhinged, looking out the window. Anais followed the boys gaze to the window. Outside were several men with cameras, looking around for something. "Do you have a back door?" That's peculiar…

"Yes, but you'll have to face the wrath of Marion." She mused.

"Fantastic! Sorry to cut it short babe, hopefully we can meet again." Louis shot her a cheeky grin before heading out.

"Thanks Anais, and great bread. I'll be stopping by again later." Niall said with a wink, Zayn left as well with a shy goodbye.

"See you around babe, and if you ever need any help 'round here, I just happen to know my way around a bakery." Harry joked with a flirty wink.

Liam was the last to go. "It was nice meeting you, Anais. I'll see you around then?" He wasn't sure if it was a question or an answer.

Anais shrugged with a sly smile. "You know where I'll be. A bientôt"

"See you around then." He smirked.

I sure hope so. Anais sunk to the ground with a giddy smile, although she had a sinking feeling that these boys were hiding something-especially Liam for that matter.


Salut!

This is my first story! My grammar is kind of poor but it is improving. This is my first story ever! This chapter was just an introduction, I hope you all like it!

Bisous!

xxNoelle