COLOURS II

IV

"You weren't looking for me."

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"Hannah, wake up." Hannah reached out to the figure laying beside her, letting her hands trail down his bare chest. He repeated his words once more, his french accent ringing through her ears.

"Cinq minutes, s'il vous plait." Hannah grumbled, rolling over to face away from him. She gasped when his hands rest at her bare bum, her hands grabbing onto his wrists to guide them away. His laugh echoed around the room as he leaned over to press a kiss to her ear before exiting the bed, leaving her to wallow in her guilt and regret. You had to, a voice told her, her mind wandering back to her two kids at home. It's the only good thing your body can do. Her body finally managed to allow her to sit up, reaching out for her uniform and wearing it, combing through her hair with her fingers and grabbing the two containers of food.

"Thanks for the food- again." Hannah smiled, walking over to press a kiss to his cheek.

"I never understood why you order so much food yet never finish it." He chuckled, letting his finger trace down her cheek before she left with a last wave.

Hannah power walked back to her suite, not wanting to be seen in her disheveled state. She walked past "La Supermarché" where a magazine rack stood outside, advertising for people to come in and buy. Her grey eyes stopped to scan the picture of Louis and Avery kissing at the airport, eyes rolling as she continued to walk back to her suite. Of course they're still together and going strong, what part of her actually believed he'd be devastated and be out looking for her? Either way, she knew if he actually tried he would find her in a heartbeat, (you know I'll always find you baby, whether you're tucked away in the bath tub or half a world away, always). Or maybe that was another bullshit lie he fed her when they were "in love". She ignored her thoughts as she unlocked her front door, immediate squeals of delight heard as two bodies collide with hers immediately.

"Mumma!" They squeak in sync, causing a figure to giggle behind them.

"Bonjour Hannah." Fleur smiled, Hannah responding with the same greeting.

"Avez-vous aussi été bon pour Fleur?" {"Have you both been good for Fleur?"} Hannah spoke to her children, both answering with a small squeal of "Oui mumma!" Hannah kissed them both on the forehead before telling them to play for ten minutes so she could get changed.

"Same again?" Fleur spoke once the bedroom door was shut. Hannah nodded, taking a glance at Fleur's dark eyes to see disappointment.

"Je l'aime." {"I love him."} Fleur rolled her eyes, following Hannah into the bathroom as Hannah began to brush her teeth.

"Si vous l'aimiez, vous l'auriez dit." {"If you loved him you would've told him."}

"There's nothing to tell him!" Hannah replied, rinsing out her mouth before swallowing a pill, causing Fleur to raise an eyebrow, signalling what she had to tell him.

"It's not like I'm dying." Hannah frowned, putting the medication back into the cabinet.

"But it's still something worth telling him, what if you have some sort of panic attack? Ou pire?!" {"Or worse?!"}