The Goal (FrancexReader)

The hapless man sighed and ran a hand through his golden locks, watching her walk out of his sight again. Why couldn't she see that he seriously was in love with her?
His expression went grim as his thoughts turned bitter. 

Okay, maybe that wasn't so hard to figure out.

Francis kind of had a reputation as a womanizer, and _____ wasn't really the kind of person to fall for that. She was more... romantic and favoured personality over looks.

"Your total is $17.82, Francis."
He looked up at her as she waited for him to pay. He took out a $20 bill and held it towards her, winking. 

"You can keep ze--"

"We can't keep change here." she said simply, cutting him off. He blinked as she took out two dollars and some coins. She reached her hand out so he could take them, but he grabbed her hand and kissed it, looking into her eyes. She merely blinked as he said, "You are lovelier zan a rose, _____."

Most girls would have fainted had Francis Bonnefoy started kissing their hand. However, you were different. You weren't going to be wooed by simple flattery. You knew how he worked - dating girls just for their looks. His relationships never lasted long. And for some reason, he wouldn't leave you alone. No matter what you did, he would be there, asking to take you on a date, and you didn't know why. How many times could a guy get turned down until he finally gave up?

"Here are your bags, have a nice day." you said automatically, handing him the two bags of groceries. 

"Ah, mademoiselle, my day is much better now zat I 'ave seen you."

You rolled your eyes, having heard that many times. He blew you a kiss before he finally left the store. You watched him disappear into the parking lot. He really was handsome, you had to admit. He had a nice body and a handsome face and gorgeous sea-blue eyes, but... You shook your head. 

~~~~

You laid on your couch at home, watching your favourite movie. Even though you've seen it a thousand times, you were able to watch it again. 

Munching on popcorn, you groaned as you heard a knock on your door.

"Ugh. I have to get up..." Without even pausing the movie, you got up and lazily went to answer your door. 

Upon opening said door, your eyes met with a stunning blue pair. Francis smiled at you. 

Before he could say any cheesy pick-up line, you spoke.

"Francis?"
"Yes, mon amour?" 

"...Why?"

He blinked in confusion. "Why what?"

"Why are you so obsessed with me?"

...

After a moment of semi-awkward silence, he smiled and looked deep into your [e/c] eyes. "Well, ____, I'll make a deal wiz you."
You raised an eyebrow. "That didn't answer my--"
"If you go on one date wiz me, just one date, I will tell you zen. And, I will leave you alone."

"...You'll leave me alone?" He nodded in response. You pursed your lips, weighing this idea.

"Deal." He smiled. "All right, mon amour. I will pick you Friday at six, wear somezing fancy~" With that, he winked and left.

You watched him leave, your mind blank. 

"Did I really just agree to that?"

~~~~

Friday afternoon came quick. You took a shower, letting your thoughts roam. Eventually they focused on Francis. "This is going to be so awkward... at least he'll leave me alone." For some reason you felt unsure, but you pushed that feeling away and climbed out of your shower.

After your shower, the harder part came. 
"What the hell am I going to wear?"

You dug messily through your closet, tearing almost everything out in search of a dress. Even though you weren't really a dressy person, you planned to wear one. However, your efforts ultimately failed. You did not have anything close to a dress, at all.

Glancing at the clock, you grabbed your phone. 4:00...

After dialing your best friend's number, you waited.

"Hello?"
"Elizabeta! I need a favour..."

Half an hour later, you were at Eliza's house, watching her paw through all of her dresses. 

"You sure do have a lot..."
"Of course!" she said, grinning. "And I know that one of these will be absolutely perfect!" She threw half of her dresses out of her closet, looking for the perfect one. 

"Ah-ha!" she cheered, pulling one out. It was a [f/c] dress that went about an inch above your knees. It wasn't too long, and wasn't too short. You were not about to wear a mid-thigh dress with Francis around, so you were glad she chose a longer one. 

"It's perfect!"

Elizabeta stood proudly outside the door as you changed. When you stepped out, she stared. "You look amazing! Let me just finish your hair and make-up."

Within another half an hour, Eliza had your make-up all done and was finishing your hair. "So, who's the lucky guy, anyway? Is it Antonio? Or maybe Arthur? Or is it Ludw--"
"It's Francis." you said in a quiet voice, blushing slightly.

"EH? FRANCIS? I thought you hated that pervert!"
"I do! But he made a deal with me. If I go on this one date, he said he'll... he'll leave me alone."

Your friend shook her head. "Knowing him, he won't leave you alone. But it's worth a shot, I guess." You nodded, then talked with her for a while before going home.

You sat at home for a few minutes before hearing a knock, the same one that you heard the other day. You glanced at your kitchen clock. 6:00 exactly.

You took a deep breath, walking towards the door. "Just a few hours, and then I'm free."

Francis stood on the other side, dressed in a suit. He held a bouquet of flowers in his hand and he winked. 

"For you, belle."

Despite yourself, you felt your cheeks heating up. "Thank you, Francis." You turned to put them in a vase, but you couldn't find one. So you put them in a big cup, just for now.

You went back to where Francis stood in the doorway. The blonde kissed your hand for what seemed to be the hundredth time. "You look absolutely stunning, ____. You should wear dresses more often, zey suit you." He led you to his car. It was quiet on the ride there, him trying to get into a conversation and you replying in the smallest amount of words possible. Francis glanced at you, then back at the road. 

"You know, ___, zis night will go by much faster if you actually talk to me."

He didn't sound too upset, but there was a bit of hurt in his words. You kind of felt bad, which made you attempt to talk a bit more, but not much.

However, over the course of the night, you began to talk more and more. And smile. And laugh.

He took you to a fancy French restaurant, blabbing about how much he loves French cuisine. You laughed. Never before have you met someone so obsessed with French food.

He stopped talking for a moment and looked at you from across the table you sat at. "What iz so funny, amour?"

You smiled and shook your head, looking out the window next to you. "It's nothing." The French man raised an eyebrow, a curious look on his face. However, he said nothing.

A few moments later, the waiter brought you some big plates of food you've never eaten before. Once it cooled, you took a bite.

"Wow, this is so good!"

Your date nodded, smiling. "Ah, indeed it is! I told you, French food is ze best!"

After a few meaningless conversations, you decided to ask to question you had asked a few days prior. 

"Francis?" "Mmm?" You paused for a moment, playing with the food in front of you.

"So...why is it that you like me so much?"

The blonde man stared at you, a twinkle in his eyes. "Ah, curious, are we? Well, ____, I'll tell you." He paused, putting down his fork. He had a serious look on his face. "You are ze most stunning girl I 'ave ever met." You rolled your eyes. "Everyzing you do just makes me crazy. I love ze way your eyes shine when you smile, ze way you say my name even when you're annoyed, ze way you talk, everyzing. And it doesn't stop just zere." At that moment, he paused again and took your hand in his. "I love ze way zat you laugh. I love to see you 'appy. I admire 'ow you're so strong and you don't throw yourself onto ozer guys." He reached up to cup your cheek. "Je t'aime, ____. And you don't 'ave to like me back, I just want you to know zat I really do care about you."

You didn't have to know French to know that he said "I love you." And even though he has said that so many times to you before, this time it felt different. 

He was still looking into your eyes, and you felt a huge blush creep onto your face.

'No, bad ____! Why are you blushing?' You mentally scolded yourself.

He, instead of kissing you like you thought he would, let go of your cheek.

"Zat is why I am so 'obsessed' wiz you, belle."

"Thank you, Francis...No one's ever said anything like that about me. I'm touched." you said, meaning every word. Though he does get on your nerves, he did have his moments, as you just realized. He looked genuinely shocked. "No one? Ever?" You shook your head, and he continued. "I am surprised. You're too beautiful to ignore."

After that, the two of you made small talk, then you started to get into mini conversations. Soon enough, you both were having a huge conversations about the most random things. He was talking about his best friends. 

"And zen Gilbert walked in, and Antonio and I ran like 'ell!" 

"Did he find out it was you?"

"Of course! 'e already knew, but 'e was too busy trying to clean all ze flour off of 'im to find us!" You found yourself laughing a lot throughout the night, even on the car ride back to your house.

He opened the car door for you and bowed. "Mademoiselle." You laughed, got out and curtsied. "Why thank you kind sir."

Your laughter filled the empty streets, reflecting how much your mood had changed since you left to go on the date. The sound of your laughter made Francis' heart flutter. Oh how he loved the sound. It made him happy. 

He walked you up to your door, then faced you and took your hand. You thought he was going to kiss it yet again, but instead he leaned over and kissed your forehead.

"Zank you for ze amazing night, belle." he said, looking into your eyes. "As I promised, I will leave you alone from now on."

Without another word, the slightly somber man turned and began to walk back to his car.

You watched him walk away, and you couldn't help but feel...sad. Before you knew it, you took a few steps and grabbed onto his wrist. 

"Wait!"

He turned, a curious look on his face. You hesitated and spoke quietly.

"Um...I don't... you don't have to leave me alone..."

Francis smiled and cupped your red cheek, then kissed you. The kiss was brief, and you felt sad when it ended, strangely enough.

"Whatever you wish, amour. See you later."

He walked and turned, grinning. His plan had worked, and his goal had been reached.