A date on the Eiffel Tower

Chapter one:

The texture of the pages and covers on books always interested me. The way each writer used their own ideas to build an entire world one could escape to, always captivated me. How could someone possibly make life sound so amazing when it wasn't. Books are the only thing keeping me going. They are my way of being free and happy.

That's why I work at a library. I love being able to pick up random books and read them, flicking to my favourite pages of my most loved novels. The best stories are the ones from real life and real people. My favourite story isn't a book or a novella, but one told by my dad.

The story of how him and my mother met. They met in an empty street of Paris. The city of love and romance. Everything about it is perfect, like out of a movie. Their life there was magical and their love for each other was undeniable. That was until a few years ago. My mother had fallen ill with little means of recovery.

I never liked to talk about it, but the long time she spent in hospital was the worst in my fathers life. I have never seen anyone more miserable, more heartbroken than him. I remember the last words she ever said to me and I reply them in my mind when I need her.

" I love you Amber Rose." I remember her  saying my name, her voice breaking in the middle. "You are creative in so many more ways than you know. Design till your heart stops and write until your fingers cramp up." I smile at her as tears started to roll down my cheeks.

"Don't cry for me darling. I need you to promise me something." I nodded weakly at her as she gently squeezed my hand. "Your stories will brighten someone's day and your clothing plans will make someone's night. Keep going and travel everywhere you want. And don't ever, ever be afraid to fall in love."

That was it. Her heart monitor dropped to a solid line as the nurses rushed in. I try to forget everything after that, which over time I have. I am trying to keep her promise and so far have made it my goal to achieve it. I write whenever I am sad, happy or just have an idea, and my fashion designs are building up quickly. Most of my clothes I make for myself so I get the right style and it fits right.

My dream is to travel like she said. I want to travel to Paris, France and live there with a designing job. That's what I'm doing now. Although I love books, this isn't my life. I check my phone for my bank balance in my savings account. I'm close. Only one more week until I leave. My dreams are coming true and I can't wait.

As there is only one week left before I go, my dad has decided that every day we will pack a little more with my younger brother's help, then the three of us will go out for dinner trying a different meal each day. My brother is only ten and didn't know mum well but he still misses her which makes me smile. Monday's food choice is a curry at the nearby restaurant which we often visit. Tuesday is the burger place down the main highstreet of the city.

Luckily we only live a ten minute train ride from the nearby city of London.

Wednesday is the sushi place on the other side of the city which I love. I love walking through the city at night and seeing all the shop windows lighting the way as the distant buskers sing their heart out for nickel. Thursday is a night in with a chinese takeaway and a movie, while Friday is an all you can eat buffet. Saturday was Blake, my brother's choice.

He chose a small coffee shop only a fifteen minute walk from our house. It was tranquil and unknown to most but he loved it. Mainly I think because someone from his school's parents own it and she is often helping out here but I never say anything. Sunday we didn't pick a place, we just ate traditional fish and chips, sharing the very large portions and checking through everything I had packed.

I went to bed with so many mixed emotions. I was over the moon that I was going but at the same time I was weighed down at the thought of leaving my family. I didn't have many friends, by that I mean I didn't have any friends but I was glad I didn't have to leave anyone else behind.

Not even an hour after trying to sleep my door slowly creaks open. A small lost boy stands in the doorway with his toes pointing inwards. Blake stood with his head down and his hands linked together. "Can I stay in here please? I had a nightmare." He asks shyly as the light from the hallway creates a blob like shadow. I smile and nod as he runs over to me shutting the door behind him.

He sprints over and jumps onto an empty space beside me, crossing his legs and looking down as he gives me a sad smile. I sit up properly to face him. "What's wrong?" I question as he stares up at me. His eyes usually sparkle with curiosity, but today they showed a small feeling of worry and sadness.

"Do you have to go for so long?" I smile softly and nod. "Will you call everyday?" He questions cautiously like he's afraid of the answer to follow.

"Of course, you are my main man and I could never go an entire day without you." He laughs lightly as he crawls under my duvet hiding half of his cute little face.

"What will you do there?" He questions although his voice is muffled by the covers, I can still hear him well enough. I grab a blanket from beside me and wrap it around my shoulders as I lean against my headboard. "Will you drink things like all the younger people in London?"

I laugh loudly but quickly cover my mouth, aware that I don't want to wake my father. "No, those other people are much older than me. They are all in their twenties at least where I'm only seventeen. I'm not old enough." I giggle at his question.

"But you're going to be eighteen soon. Exactly three months, two weeks and six days." He smiles sweetly at me like a puppy looking for attention.

"And how do you know the exact time?" I laugh as I begin to tickle him. He laughs back while kicking about, trying to get away but being completely unsuccessful at the task. He nearly falls off my bed he is that desperate for me to stop, which only makes the both of us laugh that much more. "Hmm? Hmm..." I joke as he continues chuckling until I stop. He sits up right, straightening his pyjama top as he lets out a low sigh.

"Because that's the next time I will see you again. In person anyway." I pull him under my arm as he tightly hush me back.

"It's okay Blake. I won't be gone for too long. The time will fly quickly and before you know it I will be forcing you to eat your peas again, so be glad in the next few months you don't have to eat them." he laughs and giggles before rolling onto his side and closing his eyes with his back to me.

"Good night." He whispers back over his shoulder. "Love you big sis."

"Love you too little bro." I smile as I lie back, letting myself drift off into a long nights rest.

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(A/N)
sorry if this chapter wasn't very good, this is my first Wattpad book but I hope you enjoy it.