This is the last chapter of this fic, but like I said to the fangirls, I've already began a sequel ;')
I'd like to dedicate this to GigglingGirl, because she forced me to do another chapter ;')
Please review, and thank you to all those that have reviewed the past few chapters!
Hope you enjoy;)
Chapter 5:
They awoke the next morning to the sun shining through the curtains and birds chirping in the trees outside. Chris was already up and was getting dressed by the time Rachel rose. "Morning" he said, coming over and kissing her on the head. Rachel just moaned and turned over, hiding her head under the duvet. "Rachel, we've missed breakfast, and we have to be out the hotel by 12, so I thought we could maybe go back to the village and grab a sandwich or something, then go to the Arc De Triumph, I've always wanted to go there. Rachel? Are you awake?" Chris said, walking around to her side of the bed and tapping her gently. "Uhgh vwe are fgohin wthere?" "Excuse me?" Chris said, sounding confused. Rachel turned over and looked at him. He was kneeling down at her level, stroking her hair. "We are going where?" she said more clearly. "Oh, the Arc De Triumph. It sounds wonderful, a proper tourist attraction apparently, what do you think?" " It sounds lovely, let me just wake up whilst you get dressed, then I'll go and get ready whilst you pack, at least that way we can be ready to leave after" Chris got to his feet and wondered into the bathroom. Rachel rolled onto her back and studied the ceiling, her hands resting on her chest. She got out of bed and made it, before finding her clothes and putting them on the stool outside the bathroom. She began to pack her hair straighteners, and went on a hunt to find the remainder of her clothes that she had thrown across the room last night.
Chris emerged from the bathroom 10 minutes later, dressed and ready to go. Rachel ran into the bathroom to get changed, taking the stool that her clothes were on with her. Chris began to put his stuff in his bag, and was just making sure they hadn't left anything behind. "Chris! Do you have a map of how to get to this supposed tourist attraction?" Rachel called from the bathroom. "Um, no not exactly, I was thinking we just follow our noses" he shouted back. He heard Rachel scoff at his reply "I don't think so! When we go out we will have to ask for directions, I do not trust you!" Chris shook his head. "Thanks Rach means a lot!"
Chris had put the bags by the door and was getting his shoes on when Rachel emerged. "Come on then, let's go sightseeing she said, grabbing his hand, not bothered about the fact he was still on the floor, making him fall and bash his face on the floor. Rachel turned around and began to laugh, before crouching down to make sure he was ok. "Again, thanks Rach, you don't trust me and then you try and kill me" he said, smirking. "I'm sorry, are you ok?" she said. "Well yes, but I could do with someone kissing it better" he said, his eyes twinkling. Rachel kissed his lips and then stood up, holding her hands out in front of her so she could pull him up. "Is that any better?" she said. "Yes, it's helped a bit I suppose".
They went into the reception and whilst Chris was trying to find leaflets Rachel went to the desk. "Hello, can you please tell me how to get to the Arc De Triumph?" the receptionist looked confused, but then something twigged and she began to ramble off in French. "Le triomphe arc de est sur la route, la première à gauche, puis vous suivez la route jusqu'à un carrefour. il est alors la première à droite puis première à gauche, et vous devriez le voir venir." Rachel looked at the woman with wide eyes, and then nodded. She walked back over to Chris. "Are you ready?" "Yeah, did the woman help?" "Yes, she said it in French, but I can still remember French from high school so I understood most of it, come on, we don't need a map" "Ok, if you're sure!" Chris said, following her out of the hotel.
They walked down the little road and crossed at the lights. "Ok, the woman said 'a première à gauche' when you get here, which means go right." Chris looked so confused. "Um, Rach, right takes you down an alley. Are you sure? Shouldn't we go left because that's a road? I always thought gauche meant left" "No, um I know where I'm going, don't you worry" They walked for what seemed like ages down a tight alley, nearly getting run over by a group of teenagers on bikes, before appearing at a junction. No-one of the ways seemed right to Chris, as they all lead down more alleys but he didn't dare question Rachel again. "Ok, she then said when you come to the cross roads take a left and then a right, I think" "You think?! So you don't actually know?" Chris said. "Chris, shut up, I'm trying to think. Yes that's definitely right. Come on!" they walked down another alley until they came to a right. Rachel didn't pay any attention to the sign above them, and automatically turned. Chris was looking around, in case anyone could help, but they seemed to be going further into the town. "Rachel, I know you told me to shut up, but I kind of think you have gone the wrong way, because…oh yeah look!" Chris pointed ahead. "Rachel, you've taken us to a bingo hall, I don't think this is the kind of tourist attraction I was thinking" Rachel sighed and turned around facing Chris. "Ok, maybe I wasn't completely sure about my French, but we can't be far off!" Chris looked at her, a weird look on his face. "Let's just turn around and go back the way we came, and then we will follow the other road and see where it takes us, because to be completely honest, I don't want to play bingo" Rachel sighed and turned around. "Fine, you lead" she said spinning Chris around.
They got back to the junction of alleys. "Ok, which way is it now?" he said. "Straight across" "are you sure?" "Yes I recognise that door handle!" Chris turned around and raised his eyebrows. "Rachel, honey, I mean this is the sweeeetest way possible, but what the fuck are you going on about?" Rachel stretched her neck backwards and widened her eyes. "That door handle, look its cute" Chris shook his head, unsure what to say. "Jesus Christ. Look, Rachel, I love you, ok, but I don't fancy been stuck in an alley, staring at a door for my life. We never came straight; we took a left up into the bingo, so that means we came a right, which is down here! Come on!" he took Rachel's hand, making sure she followed him.
They managed to get back to the cross roads after half an hour and, Chris still grabbing Rachel, managed to get to the Arc De Triumph. They spent about an hour around the area, walking and talking, and sitting on the grass.
They made their way back to the hotel, and collected their bags, whilst their taxi arrived downstairs. They made their way to the airport, and despite the getting lost situation they had had a good weekend. "I still can't believe you took us to Bingo" Chris said on the plane. Rachel bashed him on his leg and began to laugh "well I'm sorry I haven't spoken French in a while!" "Do you even know French?" Chris quizzed. "Umm, no not really!" Rachel said bursting nut laughing. Chris shook his head at her, a massive smile wiping across his face.
"Thank you for this weekend Chris, I've said before, but it was absolutely amazing" Rachel said, as she looked out the window. "It's fine. An amazing weekend for an amazing lady" Chris replied, kissing her shoulder.