P.O.V.: Enjolras Pontmercy
I was tired. Not all the guys took my comment about being in love well. Especially Pierre, he thought that it was my fault that I couldn't keep my thoughts on the revolution. I can't help it that I fell in love with that girl with her silky black hair and that soft pleasant smile. I found out where she lived and I have to go. I won't be able to sleep till I see her again. I softly climbed down the stairs so I didn't wake up my parents, they didn't have to know about this. When I opened the front door, my dad was standing outside. "Going somewhere?" he asked. "I have to get in don't I?" I asked. "No, you would just try again. I know how you feel remember? Here take this." he gave me his ring and straightened my jacket. "Go on. Be back before dawn." "Thanks dad" and I ran off.
When I got to her house, my heart was pounding. I was nervous like I never was before. Then I saw her in the garden, she was sitting there just thinking when she heard me. She turned her head and saw me. She looked a bit shocked and I froze. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" she asked. "I -I'm Enjolras Valjean Pontmercy." "I'm charlotte D'Arc." I smiled, it was a nice name. "Saw you in the streets today, you seemed in a hurry." "Yes. I had to go home before I went to a meeting with my friends. We fight for equality and I didn't want to be late." she was impressed. She asked me again what I was doing at her house and I admitted I liked her. She told me that she had fallen for me too and we both laughed. She was a great girl. She asked me if I would come again the next day and I told her that I couldn't because we would start the revolution then and I left.
While we were fighting on the barricades at the café where we held the meetings there was suddenly a soldier pointing a gun at me. When he was about to shoot me, he was shot down by someone in the cafe. When I looked up to see my saviour I saw my father sitting in the window holding a gun. He smiled at me and I smiled back.
After the first day of fighting my dad came to visit us. He made sure I was okay and told us to make sure we kept the gunpowder dry. Pierre asked:" why aren't you fighting with us? Isn't this the purpose you were fighting for last time?" "Sorry. It's just too similar, too painful. I hope you get that." we all nodded understanding. I called jean and gave him a letter. "If you bring that to rue roset you'll get 5 cinnamon sticks okay?" jean agreed, the little chap loves cinnamon sticks, and ran off. I went to get some sleep for the next day and hoped it wouldn't be my last.
P.O.V.: Marius Pontmercy
The revolution was going on a few days. Cosette and I were worried about Enjolras but his friends hadn't knocked on our door to bring any bad news so I had good hopes. The shooting ended and I watched the flag on the palace. Either the flag of victory or the red flag of the revolution would go in place of the French flag. I smiled and hugged Cosette when the red flag rose. I opened the door to a knock and Antoine stood panting in the doorway. "What's wrong? Why are you here?" I asked. "It's Enjolras... He's wounded... There's a doctor... In the café... Come with me..." he said between breaths. By now Cosette was at my side and I quickly kissed her and left with Antoine.
In the meeting room in the café Enjolras lay on a table wrapped up in bandages. The doctor told me he was shot in his side and that he would be okay. I noticed that his breath got a little less shaky when I put my hand on his forehead and that his eyes were following my voice underneath their lids and I remembered from when I was unconscious that I could hear and feel everything. I told him I knew that he could hear me and that it would be all right. He seemed to relax a bit at that and I told him some stories to distract him from his wounds.
P.O.V.: Enjolras Pontmercy
I tried to concentrate on my father's voice while he told stories and his hand stroked the hair out of my eyes but my side still felt like it was on fire. My mind was focused on charlotte and I wished she was here. Then someone entered the room and my father and the mystery person had a small chat before light footsteps came my way. I felt a gentle, soft hand stroking my cheek and then I heard charlotte talking to me telling to me jean told her I was wounded. Just the sound of her voice and her hand on my cheek made the flaring pain fade to a dull throb and my heart filled with a warm glow.
It had been a few days now that I have been in this coma and it is getting annoying. I want to tell charlotte that I love her too every time she says: "I love you." I want to be the one holding her hand and comforting her, I want to be able to hug her and wipe away het tears when she cries for me. But I can't. I can't move a single muscle. I can't even squeeze her hand to tell her I'm okay. I can't show her how grateful I am that she stays at my side day and night, even holding my hand while she's asleep. Now I can feel her wiping away her tear of my cheek and holding my jaw. Then I felt her breath on my lips and her hair on my face. When her lips touched mine it was like electricity ran through my veins and I put my hand in her hair and kissed her back. It wasn't until she pulled away for breath I realised I could move again.
Charlotte helps me sit up and I hug her. She murmurs:"you're awake" in the crook of my neck and I nod. "I never knew a simple kiss could be so powerful." charlotte jokes. "A kiss might not be, but a first kiss is..." that got her off guard. She couldn't believe I had never kissed someone before. She thought I was too kind and handsome to have never had a girlfriend. We talked for a bit till my father came in. He was glad to see I was awake and he took me home at the end of the day. We now live in a New France. The one my father and I fought for. Everything was finally in place.
A\N: finished! I hope you liked it!