"Now boarding Flight 22C to Paris, France. Now boarding Flight 22C to Paris, France."

This was it. This was the moment that would change Nicolettes life forever. She knew that she could get on that flight and never look back, or she could turn around and run straight back into her old life of hunching over a computer for so long it threatened scoliosis. Her grip on her suitcase handle readjusted, she took a steadying breath and marched forward towards the gate. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." Nicolette whispered to herself, smiling widely and falsely to the attendant as she handed him her slightly crumpled ticket. 

Even as she was safely seated in her plane, she still felt some weird pulling in her stomach. Dread, perhaps? Or was it the guilt of abandoning all she knew and possibly loved just to live out her mothers dream. Her mother's dream. This wasn't what she wanted, it never was! What a hell of a time to have this revelation, Nicolette thought bitterly, clutching the armrests on either side of her so tightly her knuckles turned white. The plane was already in the air, jostling a little every five minutes or so, and instead of the stereotypical thoughts of "maybe this is how I die," and such, all she could think was, "I've wasted my life...". So her plane ride was less than relaxing, and Nicolette was just purely furious she let her mother's one wish was have such a lasting effect on her. Must have been born purely out of sympathy, it had to have been. Nicolette was still reeling with her new revelation when she got her luggage and into the car her sponsors arranged for her. Oh, now she had to deal with reality. Maybe Paris was in need of some graphic designers....

To make a long story short, Nicolette made it in Paris. She spent at least two years there already, her quaint little flat overlooking a horizon that was only interrupted by the Eiffel Tower. She sorted everything out with her Ballet Company, and apologized profusely. Apparently, her sponsors weren't thinking of legal action like she had assumed, but instead were more than happy to give her some cards to companies that might need her skills. Hell, they  needed her skills. So for the first year, Nicolette was making her living designing posters and costumes for the would be sponors. 

Nicolette stayed in touch with Jay, her best friend. He was more than put out she even considered moving to the City of Love without even telling him, but he was more than happy to oversee the movers and packing of more delicate material. But, even with the seemingly high streak going on, Nicolette could barely make herself speak to Remington, no matter how much she realized she loved him. She really did. Remington was so confused, it broke her heart over and over again. Why had she left without telling him? Jay said you moved to Paris? "Will I ever see you again?" He had asked on a phone call one day. He sounded so tired, the time difference was kicking his ass during these late night talks. Nicolette couldn't keep some stray tears from falling. "Hopefully, ma cher, I'd be lucky if I ever did."

Towards the end of the second year, Nicolette and Remington talked maybe once a week. She watched as he got a new girl, and his band realized some of it's potential. Nicolette kind of wished she was better friends with Emerson and Sebastian (they seemed like cool dudes).  Unbeknowest to her, Remington was keeping tabs as well. He celebrated her quiet successes, and pined after her with the enthusiasm of a dog after a treat. It actually concerned his brothers, they almost felt like they had to stage some type of intervention. But all would be resolved, eventually. 

Palaye Royale was reaching new heights, and were introduced to the international touring game. Nicolette was unaware, she didn't track the band so much as the person, and recently her work was taking over her life. She didn't mind, though, it was much better than constantly passing out over ballet. Actually, her own guilty pleasure was still dancing ballet every once and a while, just as her means of exercise. But exercise should not be that fun to a person. Did she regret ditching a once-in-a-lifetime chance at being a professional ballerina? Hell fucking no. This way, she could stay at home in her big ass hoodies and pajama pants, with her thick framed glasses and hair in a bun, doing what she loved with her bird Blueberry flittering around her. 

No doubt she loved Paris, and Paris loved her. But not as much as she loved Remington. 

At the end of this month, where everything starts catching up to the narrator, Nicolette took her weekly call with Remington. 

"NICKI!" 
"REMI!" 

They always started their conversations like this. 

"Guess what?" Remington's voice was cracking with emotion. Nicolette was rightfully concerned. Had someone died? Was she needed? "Uh, what's up Rem?" She asked, wary. Suddenly, she had to rip her phone from her ear, his voice was so loud. "PALAYE IS COMING TO PARIS!!!!!!!" 

She couldn't contain her own scream of shock. Palaye in Paris? Remington! In PARIS! Suddenly reality smacked her full force, and if it were a person her glasses would've been flying. 

"Um! Holy shit! Well obviously we have to meet up?" She said, stopping occasionally to get a coherent sentence out. "Oh, totally! I can't believe it, I get to see my little ballerina again! God, I'm so happy you don't even KNOW." Remington cheered, rambling on and on while Nicolette let her smile grow so large her cheeks hurt. She was crying, pent up emotion making her whole body shudder occassionally. "God I love you." She suddenly blurted, interrupting Remington, then she gasped and threw her phone. "Fuck fuck fuck FUCK." She could hear Remington's deep voice asking if she was still there, to repeat what she said. 

That had been the first time she had ever said those three words, and now she felt like her world was ending. Surely she couldn't see him now! Not when she felt like she was slowly spinning, gasping for air as she panicked, thinking she had lost him forever. God, how stupid could she get?! The call ended, Remington had hung up, and her phone buzzed with a text from him. 

I love you too. See you soon :) <3 xx  

And she couldn't stop smiling, and didn't until she fell asleep, dreaming of seeing him again for the first time in two plus years. 

On the day Palaye arrived at the airport, she was there. She was going to surprise them, not that they didn't pick up on that with her suspicious questions of "When are you flying in?" and "What terminal will you be at?". The waiting area was cold and bland, depressing and suffocating. Nicolette found entertainment in watching the same luggage circle round and round on the conveyor belt beside her. She wondered briefly how long she could sit on it before being told off. But then there he was. Naked face, floppy hair, totally exhausted from the flight. His brothers looked no better, and Sebastian (she was pretty sure) was sleeping while standing up. All were in sweatpants, but only Remington went the full mile of gray jacket and nondescript white shirt. 

Nicolette felt her world zero in on the trio. Her heart started racing, and impulsively she started speed walking towards them. She watched as Emerson's eyes landed on her, widening in shock and he nudged Remington, whispering a few words. The man himself spun around and looked like he was seeing Christ himself ressurect in front of him. "NICKI!" He cried hoarsely, smile on his face, cheeks flushed with red and tears in his eyes. He opened his arms and she took that as her cue to start sprinting. "REMI!" She responded, crashing into his firm body. He used her momentum to spin her around, tightly hugging her and kissing her neck as they cried. She pulled back, still unable to touch the ground, and Remington whispered to her, "I love you, my little ballerina." 

Nicolette laughed excessively, and kissed him. It was all she wanted in life, and now if she were struck down tomorrow, she would die happy. "I love you too, dork." She responded, loving how his face lit up and his lips were red. She loved all of him. "I wish you would spin for me, though." He pouted, setting her down, but not letting go of her hand. She snorted unattractively, shaking her head. "In your dreams, lover boy." Remington snickered, rolling his eyes. "How did you know I dream about you?" He teased, making Nicolette blush. She shrugged, "Guess I'm just psychic." 

THE END. 

Thank you so much for reading, and thank you Ssh_Im_Writing for giving me the idea. I'm incredibly sorry it took so long to finish, that's due to my own personal fuck up. Feel free to check out my other stories, and when I can I'll start writing again. 

I know for a fact the next book will be an original one, I've already started (PEN AND PAPER) writing it. Love you all, stay safe!!