Love Letter-(FranceXReader)

Love letter
(Reader’s POV)

I always knew I had feelings for him, ever since he first walked in through the classroom door when he was transferred into my class.
Sure, he was a flirt, but something about him intrigued me. He wasn’t just like the other boys in class and even if I didn’t know what it was, it drew me to him.
It began as one little crush on one of the hottest boys in class, though it ended up as a love I would never forget.
There was just one problem and no, it wasn’t that he had a girlfriend (surprisingly enough, he didn’t. Now that did shock me!)
The problem was that I was too shy to ever confess my love to him.
Sure, we were friends and we spoke nearly every single day, but that was totally different than walking up to him and telling him “Hey Francis, I am in love with you”. I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to feel those words leave my lips, words that I had contained for so long, and then to see his reaction either of denial or of acceptance.
I bit my lip.
Gosh, why was I always thinking about ‘that’?
I sighed in frustration. My once lost gaze now focused in the direction I was looking in before, the teacher giving his class. The nonstop talking seemed to make me lose my already low motivation I had to actually pay attention in class and my gaze seemed to turn towards the blonde boy starring out the window.
I bet he wasn’t interested in this boring class either.
His blue eyes seemed to shimmer in the bright sunlight from out of the window; his finger tips tapped his cheek in an almost rhythmic pace.
Then, few moments later, he turned to a page there was in front of him, and began writing.  I felt my curiosity overwhelm me as I tried to sneak a peak at what he was writing. I knew it definitely couldn’t be the lesson the teacher was giving.
‘Maybe it’s a journal or a poem….Or maybe a….’
The thought froze me completely.
What if it was a love letter?
I felt my cheeks burn at the thought of it. Did boys even write love letters for girls who weren’t their girlfriends? I mean, I had heard of girls writing love letters to confess to a boy she liked, but never the way around.
The idea struck me then.
What if I write him a love letter?
I smiled. It was a perfect idea to get my feelings out to him, without having to force the words out of my lips, and not take the risk of making myself look like a total idiot in front of him, my prince.
Quickly, I opened my backpack, searching for the folder where I kept all my pages gathered, and took one out, placing it delicately over my desk.
The purple pen in my hand was perfect since I found pink to be a little to girlie, even if this was a love letter.
Needless to say, I didn’t pay much attention for the rest of the day in class. All of my attention was expressing my feelings through this one letter, but making sure I didn’t come out too strong to make him feel uncomfortable.
When the bell rang for the last period of class, I put my pen down and overlooked what I had just written, smiling at the result.
It seemed to me to be one of the best cards I had ever written, being my first love letter and all.
“It’s perfect”
“What is?”
I turned around to see Francis standing directly behind me, starring at me with a look of slight confusion. My face immediately lit up from embarrassment and out of complete effect, I put the page quickly back into the folder and into my back pack they went.
“Nothing, nothing, just some silliness”
He tilted his head to one side.
“Is it about what you were writing during class today?” I froze. Oh please, I hoped he hadn’t seen what I was writing, or the whole point of giving him the letter later on would be such a waste of time.
“Did you…?”
“Hmm? Oh no, I didn’t see what you were writing. I just saw you writing something and you looked very focused” I let out a sigh of relief.
‘Thank god he didn’t see it’
He tilted his head to one side, but I guess he decided to ask no more because he just stayed quiet.
An eerie silence surrounded us, the one I definitely didn’t like.
“A-are you going straight home now, Francis?” He gave me one of the most dazzling smiles I had ever seen.
“Yeah, want to walk with me to the bus stop, beautiful?” I felt a blush creep on my cheeks and nodded excited. He had just called me ‘beautiful’. He complimented me.
The note I had in my back pack could wait another day.
“Okay then, let’s go, mademoiselle”

The time we spent walking to the bus stop may have been short, but it was the most wonderful time I had ever spent in my entire life. Utter bliss filled my heart to its brim, and slowly I felt it fade away, when we had to say our ‘See you tomorrows’ though his smile was something that always made me blush.
I fell asleep that night, a little nervous about how he would react. If it would be a rejection or an acceptance, I couldn’t even begin to guess.

As soon as the sun rose in the morning, I felt satisfied from sleep, though my stomach churned at the events that would occur. I woke up a little earlier than usual, giving myself enough time to make myself look beautiful before going to school, and when I felt ready, I left.

The hours of school periods seemed to fly by, though I wished they hadn’t gone so fast. Francis and I had talked for a while, about our time walking together to the bus stop (didn’t seem very romantic, but gosh did it feel like it) and as we spoke I found myself wishing that the time for the final bell would ring, no matter how nervous I felt inside.

RINGGGGGGG~

A smile appeared on my face, as did to all the other students, since it was finally Friday and they would be able to hang out, but my happiness was due to another reason. My heart still felt as though it would explode, but…
“Hey Francis, you want to see me play today?” My head rose up from where I was looking at to see Gilbert’s arm around Francis’ shoulder. “I bet I will be the awesome one who makes my team win” He smirked. I giggled; it didn’t surprise me coming from Gilbert.
“Sure, I will leave my things here in the classroom then” He set his backpack down onto his chair; his gaze then turning to me. “Do you want to come see it with me, belle mademoiselle?”
I felt my cheeks warm up.
“S-Sure, you just go on ahead, I will catch up to you later”
He launched me again one of his most charming smiles.
“Alright then, I will be waiting” and with that the two boys walked out of the room, leaving me alone in the empty area. As soon as I was sure they were finally gone, I took the note out of my bag and placed on Francis’ desk so he would see it immediately when he came back.
With that done, I took my leave to go see Gilbert’s boring game, and to spend time with my crush, the lovable Francis Bonnefoy.


It took a little more than what I expected for the game to end, however as I saw it as more quality time with Francis, I really didn’t mind.
The game was finally ending, but I had already left.
I was now back in the classroom, starring at the note, knowing I wouldn’t have the courage to be around when Francis started reading it.
So I had come up with a plan, I was going to hide in the classroom, in a place he wouldn’t see me, but where I would be able to see him.
Behind the teacher’s desk!
It was the perfect place, indeed.
As I heard footsteps approaching, I grabbed my backpack and pulled it with me to hide behind the teacher’s desk.
The door opened and as I peaked my head above to see, he was there.
The sunset light behind him gave him a God like appearance, and with his beauty, he could be one.
He seemed to sigh in disappointment, before his eyes landed on the note, and picking it up, he began to read to himself.
My heart felt as though it would jump right out of my chest. I waited for a couple of minutes, an awkward silence surrounding the room.
Finally he put the note down, smiling.
“Mon amour, why do you hide?” I bit my lip as I felt his gaze and mine meet and I stood up correctly.
I stayed quiet.
The words weren’t coming out.
“Your letter…It was beautiful” He smiled, approaching me with all of his fashion sense. I tried not to die as his hand came up and caressed my cheek, gently.
“I had never felt so loved in my life, not as much as you made me feel in that letter”
I smiled.
“And what is your re-?” Before I could even finish my sentence, his warm lips came upon mine, releasing all the love that I thought was never real.
I gasped surprised, but as that shock started to fade, my love for him began to build up until I was kissing back.
We pulled away a few minutes later.
“So what is your response to my letter?”
He smirked.
“Was that kiss not enough?”
I giggled.
“Nope”
He sighed and took a piece of paper out of his pocket.
“Then this should be, it was what I was writing the other day…before you started writing your love letter”
And as I opened the piece of paper, I felt myself gasp again.
It was a love letter…from him to me.

-The End-