prompt: follow me to another country
writer: RoseScor90

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It's been almost a month since I came away from England; from home. I still feel homesick sometimes, but it's gradually subsiding, or that's what I convince myself of. I don't even start every time I see a honey blond head. That's an improvement surely?

May be you'd understand better if you knew about the unwavering crush I've had on Lysander Scamander since I was thirteen. I'm eighteen now and still can't get over it. Pathetic much? But of course, you wouldn't understand why I like him so damn much! Because you see, even if I wanted to introduce you to him, I won't be able to. Why, you ask? Because I'm stuck at France while he decided to remain home, in England. Not that he ever said he'd come with me on my tour but, just saying. Oh, who am I kidding? He never sees me as anything more than his friend, and recently, his twin's girlfriend's sister. I think I preferred the first one.

Breakfast losing its appeal, I strode out of the café quickly. The beautiful city of Paris bloomed in spring flowers before me. It would be perfect, it should be perfect. But there was just one little piece of jigsaw that was missing from the picture…

"Molly!" I knew who it was even before I turned around, but I needed the visual confirmation because I couldn't be sure. What reason did Lysander Scamander have to be here, in the middle of France?

"Molly wait damn it!" he was almost running towards me now, which wasn't a difficult task, considering that the street was almost deserted. It was seven in the morning afterall.

I looked bewildered as he approached. I had to pinch myself to be sure that I wasn't dreaming. I admit, it could happen quite easily.

"Ly? What are you…" he raised a hand telling me to wait, panting from the run. When he stood up, I thought I saw a glimmer of what looked like affection glow in his face before that enchanting smile took its place.

"I came here to see you. I've been searching for you for almost a day now"

"You could have got the address from my parents or cousins, you know?"

"They'd have asked questions. News would have spread, to you. I wanted to be the first to tell you"

"Tell me what?" my heart was singing like a hummingbird with anticipation, but I could seem to be able to even bat an eyelash.

"I missed you like hell, Molly. You coming here taught me what I'd been ignoring all along. I...I like you. Will you be my girlfriend?"

I could feel my heartbeat skyrocket, but I didn't care. Lysander was asking me out, after all this time. All I could say was

"Yes! Of course yes, Ly!" and all I could do was laugh merrily as he spun me around in joy.

The day was perfect, with the two of us walking along the bridge, in early sunlight, holding hands.

Picture perfect.

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