CAMBOY | PHAN AU

Vous êtes congédié(p1)

A/N SORRY TO ANY FRENCH SPEAKING PEOPLE, I'M SO BAD AT FRENCH THAT WHEN I WAS 11 (4 YEARS OF FRENCH LESSONS) WE WENT ON A DAY TRIP TO FRANCE, I LEFT THE SHOP SAYING BONJOUR. SORRY.

using google translate lmao

THIS IS PART ONE OF TWO IN FRANCE!!

La Termoille

ROOM 2022:

HOWELL & PHILIP LESTER

2 SINGLE BEDS

ROOM 2478:

CHRIS KENDALL & PASQUALE JORDAN LIGUORI

2 SINGLE BEDS

TOTAL COST:

£1763.29

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I laid silently on my hotel bed, looking up at the ceiling, staring into the light like a bug. I was in Paris, one of the most expensive hotels, one of the best beds and quite possibly the most interesting company- Howell.

We had our bags taken up by a scatty bell hop, which was strange for me. Howell seemed so used to it, a click of the fingers and he had someone there. I don't think I could possibly ever get used to that but then again that's just my upbringing. Howell seemed far too used to it which made me question if he always had that treatment.

''Que voulez-vous dire , ' Graceffa dit non. Je suis désolé mais je ne peux lui parler moi-même? Non?! transmettre le téléphone pour Graceffa , pour l'amour de la baise '' Howell's voice echoed from the bathroom. He was shouting down the phone in French for an hour.

I blinked a couple of times, sitting up from my horizontal position, folding my arms around my knees. I let my eyes roam the room simply taking in the expense of the room, little northern Phil wasn't used to this. Indeed I was not.

''Non! Non, je ne tiendrai pas ! Excusez-moi Avez-vous une idée de qui vous parlez ? ... Non? Vous êtes en train de parler à Howell . Je l'ai été transmis à imbécile imbécile et maintenant je suis fatigué . Je vous suggère de me faire parvenir à Graceffa cet instant .... Oui , HOWELL . H -O- W -E- L-L . Avez-vous même vous parlez français de twat totale !''

The only thing I understood there was Howell spelling his name and calling someone a twat?

I sighed, swinging my legs off of the bed. I pondered (of something great my lungs will fill & then deflate (sorry ignore me. keep reading sorry okay okay buhbye) ) on what to do, I decided to take my clothes out of my suitcase to save them getting creased.

''Tu sais quoi? Ce n'est pas important. Merci de perdre mon temps , connards .''

Howell came out of the bathroom, the en-suite door flying open. I wasn't sure to ask or not so I just hoisted my suitcase onto my bed unzipping it and beginning to take various shirts out. Howell dropped himself onto his bed which was a literally only a bed side table away from mine. That made me feel oddly uneasy. My attractive boss would be sleeping right next to me, odd thought.

Howell rolled onto his stomach laying down in starfish formation.

I giggled. Giggled.

''Philip Lester, please do not giggle at my distress.''

''Sorry, sir.''

''Don't call me sir.''

''Sorry, Howell.''