It took you no more than five steps to reach his room which was just pass the stairwell, but it seemed like five hundred steps. He'd always help someone out, so it seemed like common sense to go to him. He had helped you out in the pass when it came to your crushes and he'd always say 'if you need any anything ma cherie I'll be happy to help you out.'
Okay sure he could sometimes come off as a bit of a perve but everyone is a perve in their own way, right? Besides he knew how to cook and give advice when needed and in general he was just a really good friend.
You stopped at room 223 at took a deep breath. After all he never really was a morning person. You knocked on the door loudly but quickly, hoping not to wake anyone up. You heard an incoercible mumble from inside the room. Good, at least he was waking up. You knocked on the door again hoping that this time he'd wake up fully.
A groan came from inside the room before hearing someone stumble. Heavy footsteps were heard before the door opened. You noticed almost right away that he wasn't wearing much as he stepped through the gap. Francis was bare-chested and wore deep plum pants. His usually flawless blond hair was tussled from sleep. He looked slightly aggravated.
"_, its two o'clock in the morning, what are you doing here?" Francis asked as his voice slightly broke off into a yawn.
"Francis," you began but your voice croaked out.
"What's wrong ma belle? Your face us all puffy. You can always tell big brother Francis," Francis said putting an arm around your shaking form.
"It's really nothing," you sniffled. "It was just a nightmare."
Francis let go of you and stood in front instead. "It is not nothing," Francis almost cried out as he shook his head. "You had a nightmare that was enough to make you cry and I need to help you. So please do not say it was nothing."
"Okay," you said, smiling a little bit after seeing Francis getting a little worked up.
"So is there any way I can help you out ma petite cane?" Francis asked calmly.
You nodded slowly. "There is one way," you began, "but I don't want to bother you."
"_," Francis said sternly, grabbing your shoulders and looking you seriously in the eye. "Please tell me if I can help in any way. I do not care if it's too much, I just want to help you."
"Well," you breathed. "I was wondering if I can stay the night, with you. It's just that my sister always lets me sleep in in her bed with her after a nightmare and. . ."
You were cut off when Francis hugged you, slightly squeezing the breath out of your already breathless body. "Of course mon amour," he said, smiling at you. "You'll just have to sleep in the same bed as me." Francis winked before pulling you into the room and shutting the door behind you. "Now, we best get to sleep, yes?"
You nodded before yawing. "Thanks Francis," you whispered, walking towards the bed.
"It is not problem _," Francis smiled before getting under the covers.
You followed his actions and climbed into the bed, snuggling into the covers before breathing out a sigh of relief. The mattress moved under you as Francis shifted his weight so he was closer to you. An arm slid under your side and wrapped around your stomach, the other accompanied the arm. Slowly, two legs were added to the mix, intertwining with yours. Francis' body heat was comforting as you could feel him press closer to you.
"Good night Francis," you whispered, smiling lightly knowing that something like this would happen.
"Bonne nuit, mon ange," Francis whispered in your ear.
Soon enough Francis was asleep, probably trying to catch up on his beauty rest. You listened to his steady breathing, letting yours to match its pace. And slowly but surely you began to fall asleep before Francis could start snoring.
"Wake up, ma cherie~," someone whispered softly in your ear. You groaned in response and turned over, snuggling into a hard surface. The person laughed lightly before trying again. "_, it is time to wake up."
"Yeah, I'm getting up," you grumbled before opening an eyelid. "Huh?" You sat up and found yourself tangled in a mess of limbs.
Francis let go and joined you, sitting up and stretching. A small crack could be heard through the quite bedroom. You shivered at the noise before hearing another crack.
"Could you stop that?" You asked, slightly irritated. Turning around you saw Francis with his arms outstretched behind his back as he stretched.
Another crack sounded through the room before Francis sat normally again. "Sorry," Francis smiled. "I have back problems in the morning. I didn't mean to annoy you." Francis stood up from the bed and turned to face you again. "So, ma douce where would you like to go for breakfast?"
"Oh, no, no, no," you shook your head, standing up. "You are not buying me breakfast. I should be the one buying you breakfast. After all I have to thank you for last night."
"I didn't say that I was going to pay for your breakfast, nor did I say that I was going to pay for my own," Francis smirked. "So now breakfast. There's a small French café down the road that I spotted."
You smiled lightly as you began to relax. "Yeah that sounds like a good place," you agreed.
"Great and no one will be there to bother us," Francis said more to himself.
"It's not like that people would annoy us, probably more you annoy them," you mumbled to yourself.
"What was that _?" Francis asked innocently.
"Oh nothing," you smiled. "So we better get going then."
Francis nodded and opened the door for you. "But just to let you know mon amour, I am going to pay for your breakfast," Francis said before closing the door.
(Holds the other completely in his arms, legs intertwined with his/hers)