Stay
•Verb•
"Remaining in the same place."
"(Stay gold) Even in your dreams,
(Stay gold) I'll find you,
(Stay gold, gold) I want to touch you,
(Stay gold) Your entire being,
(Stay gold) Enthralls me.
(Stay gold) I want you as mine.
Forever, forever...
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GISÈLLE FOUND HERSELF ON THE DOOR STEP OF HER BEST FRIENDS APARTMENT AFTER TWO WEEKS. After an argument with her soulmates and them eventually giving her no choice, she told them the address of Fleur's apartment. Her plan had been to wait for them to leave before finding shelter elsewhere for the night, but Namjoon insisted on walking her to the door to make sure she was safe.
As soon as he had went down the hallway to the elevators, the door swung open and a pair of arms wrapped around Gisèlle. Unlike how she expected it to go, Fleur broke down into tears hugging her tightly as Harry stood close by behind looking both relieved and guilty as his wife sobbed on Gisèlle.
"Nous nous sommes inquiétés pour vous! Pourquoi ne nous avez-vous pas rappelé ni de?" Fleur cried as she took a step back and looked over the teenager for any injuries or marks. "Harry ne le pensait pas, je le promets. Tu n'aurais pas dû nous quitter!"
"I'm okay." Gisèlle reassured as she hugged the ginger back. "If anything... it kind of was my fault. I shouldn't have acted like I did." She said placing her guitar and duffel bag on the floor next to the doorway.
