France X Reader: Please Forgive Me

“_____.”

“No.”

“_____.”

“No.”

“_____!!!!”

You stopped walking and turned to face your boyfriend.  His blonde hair swayed slightly due to the light breeze.  His ocean blue eyes stared right at you with a tint of concern.

“What’s wrong?” He asked

Francis stepped closer to you and cupped your cheek.  You avoided his gaze and looked down.  He heard him sigh and he dropped his hand.

“Is someone bothering you?”   

“No.” You reply, “Everything is fine.”

He pulled you into a hug and tried to comfort you.  But truth be told, you didn’t need to be comforted.  You had just let some silly insult from a girl in the hallway get you down. You were apparently not pretty enough to be with Francis.  

You knew it wasn’t true.  Francis cared more about inner beauty then anything, but right now you were feeling kinda ugly.  So you slowly separated yourself from him and gave him a small smile.

“Sorry Francis, I’ll see you tomorrow?” You said

He stayed quiet as you walked back to your house.

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You stood in front of the mirror.  And no, you didn’t see yourself differently.  The person you saw looking back at you was most certainly the same person you had woken up this morning with.  You had just gotten over the statement, you never did let things bother you for too long.  But now something else was bugging you.  

The way you treated Francis.

You looked back and felt like a jerk.  He didn't do anything but you still dismissed him.  Francis had always been the perfect boyfriend.  You had started out as friends but Antonio and Gilbert had gotten the two of you together.  And you had been perfectly happy since.  You would need to apologize to him tomorrow.

You heard a loud knocking at your door, forcing your thoughts to stop.  You walked to the front of the house and opened it.  Standing there, in the rain, even though there was a clear sky, was Francis with a rose in his hand.  He was leaning against the doorway with one hand out of sight.

“What are you doing?” You asked, “And why is it only raining on you?”

He held out the rose and gave you a look of remorse.  You were very confused.

“Please forgive me _____.” He said

“What?”

“I said; please forgive me.  I did not mean any offence.”

Why was he apologizing to you?  It should be the other way around.  

“No, I’m sorry.” You said, “I acted off today and I shouldn’t have.”

“So you forgive me?”

“There is nothing to forgive, you did nothing wrong.”

Francis dropped his other hand revealing that he was holding a hose above him.  

“I didn’t?” He asked

The hose sprayed against the side of you house and you almost doubled over laughing.  He had been holding a hose to make it more dramatic.  

“What’s so funny?”

You stepped outside and hugged him, not caring that he was soaked to the bone.

“You really are perfect.” You said

“I don’t understand....” He still believed that he had done something to offend you

“You only need to understand one thing.”

“And what is that?”

“I think you already know.”

You quickly kissed him on the cheek, grabbed the rose from his hand, and walked back into your house.  When you turned you saw him still standing in the doorway.  You motioned with your hand,

“Come inside, you’ll catch a cold.”

“Yes mon amour.”