A date on the Eiffel Tower

Chapter twenty one:

I ran down the stairs with nothing but my handbag and a racing heart of what's to come. I grabbed my keys of the kitchen side and sprinted through the house, slipping on my shoes as I stumbled through the door and down my driveway only to see Blake and Dad turning around the corner. Blake ran over to me and hugged me as I briefly hugged him back.

"I'm going to Paris." I declared as my father's face was filled with confusion.

"W-what? Why?" he questioned as I jumped up sorting out my jacket.

"I have some business I need to take care of." gosh, that sounded professional. My father knew about Thomas and so knew instantly what I was talking about, he nodded to me as I ran down the driveway giving him a thankful smile before turning the corner.

I quickly flagged down a cab and hopped in almost shouting at the driver to take me to the airport. I don't know what I was feeling. Was I nervous or excited? I couldn't tell but I knew I wanted to get there as soon as possible. We arrived at the airport within minutes as I chucked some money at the driver and marched through the doorway and ran over to the reception desk.

"Hello my name is Alexandra, how can I help you today?" A tall brown haired lady asked who was standing behind the desk. She wore a traditional stewardess suit and had her hair tied neatly in a bun. Her voice was high pitched but welcoming and she sounded polite which is something I could never do constantly, I would need a break at some point.

"Hello, I would like a flight to Paris." I spoke quickly, not sure if she caught all of it. "I need to find someone quickly, they mean a lot to me but they are in Paris." I blurted out without realising, probably from the nerves and sickening feeling in my gut.

"That's lovely." She replied, giving me a warming smile before turning her attention back to the computer screen in front of her. "I'm sorry but we don't have any flights until early tomorrow morning. First flight is at two thirty if you would like to book that?"

"No, I need to be there now." I cried out feeling tears blur my vision. Why was this happening to me? What were these feelings and why so many tears? "Is there not any earlier flight? Did you not hear me earlier? I need to find someone who is in Paris and I think they might be in trouble."

"In trouble?" She looked at me with a worried glare. "Would you like me to call the police? Maybe they might be able to find them." I almost laughed out loud at her remark if it not had been for the nerves that are slowly eating away at my heart.

"No no I don't need to police it's not like that I just need to speak to him. And now." I felt the world placing all its troubles on my shoulders. What was I to do now?

"I'm afraid that's the earliest one we have. Would you like me to book it?" How her voice was so calm even though she was dealing with a mental breakdown from me before her, I will never know.

"Are you sure this is the earliest?" I pleaded leaning on the desk.

"I'm sorry ma'am that's the earliest." I nodded at her as she placed all my details and I paid for a ticket. It was only around five in the afternoon so I still have ages.

I stumbled away from the desk and slowly headed through the security as they checked me for anything which I didn't have, even though I don't I always internally panic that something might have happened to prevent me getting through. It wasn't long until I was slumped down in the waiting area with the time only being quarter to seven. And I knew the time well as my stomach was practically begging for food.

I got up looking around the shops until I found somewhere to grab a bite. I entered a coffee shop which I wasn't sure of the name of as I just walked in. I was zoned out most of the time until I was at the front of the queue.

"And what can I get you beautiful?" I recognise that phrase and that voice. I looked up to see none other than the guy from the crazy golf back in Paris. He was dressed in a casual navy shirt with an black apron and cap. He took the cap off and ran his hands through his hair before leaning on the counter towards me placing the cap down next to his hands.

"Just a coffee and toasted sandwich." He glared at me before I continued. " please." He smiled at me and chuckled slightly before winking and preparing my drink. Unfortunately for me there was no one behind me in the queue, or in the shop.

"So what brings you here beautiful? No boyfriend this time. Does he know that you're here, and with me." He winked at me before sliding a napkin down in front of me to place the coffee on. The mention of Thomas made me angry from the inside out. How could he just say something like that?

"It isn't any of your business." I pointed out as I tried to make the conversation die down as quickly as possible.

"Well it would be my business if I was your boyfriend. Don't worry, I would take care of you. Besides, I'm a lot nicer after my work shift. Wanna go somewhere?" He smirked at me as he grabbed my drink and placed it on the napkin.

"No I don't want to even speak to you so would you please give me what I ordered." I tried standing as tall as I could but nothing worked, I was still much shorter.

"Don't worry beautiful I'm just getting it." He patted my head as I swatted him away. He walked around the side of the counter as I felt my heart beat rising. I stepped back cowardly, backing into a wall.

He kept walking forward and lent down with our faces just inches apart. I could feel his warm breath against my cheeks as he placed one hand next to my head on the wall. I could hear my breath shaking from fear as my eyes darted between him and the door wishing someone would come in.

"You know you are much too pretty to be with him. You need someone who is nearly as good looking as you. Someone like me." He smirked as he stood back holding out his hand. I let out a deep breath, relieved he had finally moved away.

"I'll see you again soon, beautiful." He placed his cap back onto his head as I stood there frozen on the spot, staring at him. He leant forward and kissed me on the cheek breaking my trance as I moved away snatching my sandwich out his hands and making a run for it through the doors. As I ran past the window and saw him standing there with a smirk plastered across his face and his arms crossed over his chest showing his muscles, yes he was an asshole but he was in good shape, I ran back to where I was sitting before and quickly ate before finishing my drink and placing the rubbish on the floor.

It wasn't long before I decided that it would be better to get some rest while waiting. I brought my legs up quickly, knocking over the paper cup. I quickly sat up running after it as it rolled along the floor. Wow I must have looked stupid. It wasn't until I picked it up did I notice a number written across the back where I couldn't see. It was the guy's phone number. I quickly walked over to the bin throwing away the things that reminded me of him before retiring back to my seat.

It wasn't long before I was drifting off to sleep on the very uncomfortable waiting room chairs.