ophelia- the lumineers

enola asks me as she stands in the door way of my lodging room.

i sit up from lacing my boots, do i tell her?

i may as well.

i shake my head with little to no emotion shown on my face.

"what's wrong?" she asks me, sitting next to me in the rather small bed.

"well... it sounds foolish." i tell her, trying not to express how i feel.

"oh come on flora, tell me. i've known all along you fancied him, so what's the big deal?"

"fine. well... what if he doesn't fancy me back? what am i supposed to do with all these feelings i feel?" i ask her, trying not to cry.

i know what you may be thinking...

why is she crying over this silly little thing?

well... i've never had anyone truly care for me, or feel anything towards me. i mean sure my mother and sister care for me. and i guess my brothers... but i mean someone who i'm not related and forced to like.

"florence listen to me. i am almost completely positive that tewkesbury fancies you as well. and even if he doesn't, who cares? he's just a boy."

"but he's not just a boy enola! he's someone that actually seems like they care about me, and he told me something he's never told anyone before. now i have to just go see him? after not seeing him in days! and it's going to be even more weird with you there!" i go on and on.

"good thing i'm not going to be there then." she states.

"huh?" i ask, thinking i heard my sister wrong.

"i'm not going to be there. i have business to attend in town, so you will have to see him yourself." she tells me.

"enola no, how, what, i cant do th-" she cuts me off.

"florence, you're going by yourself and that's final. you aren't able to do what i have to do, so you're in charge of retrieving your prince charming." she says with a wide smile and giggles.

"i hope you know i hate you right now." i tell her.

"you won't for long." she says before walking out the door to god knows where.

enola's pov-

thank goodness my sister is so gullible.

i have everything but something to do today.

florence's pov-

i walk through the busy shopping area of london in my light purple dress.

this one is definitely my favorite so far.

i'm cut out of my thoughts as i remember what i'm about to do.

why does she have to do something today?

she's leaving me alone with the boy i fancy!

why?

i ask myself as i walk through a small florist area filled with people and small children running around.

i turn to the side as two young girls run past me, bringing a smile to my face.

i walk around quite a few people, looking around for tewkesbury.

i continue to walk as i look to my left and see him.

here goes nothing.

"i would like four yellow flowers, two blue, and a red one." i start acting as if i don't know my flowers. "i don't care about the breed, any flower will do." i finish.

he jerks around, looking at me from the ground up.

i give him a small smile, in which he returns.

"what are you doing here?" he asks, the smile remaining on his face.

"why, if you're passionate about flowers, would you come to london?" i say, scrunching my nose and looking around.

"because i can be lost here."

"and yet... i found you."

"and why have you done so?" he asks.

i just stare into his eyes, nibbling on my bottom lip out of habit.

"you're here for the money. both of you are. they've offered a reward." he tells me.

"have they? i didn't know..." i begin walking towards him. "well i must tie you up and claim it!" i joke running towards him, holding onto the front of his long grey jacket.

he looks down at me with wide eyes as i suddenly forget what i was going to do.

i stare into his brown eyes as he stares back into mine.

i swear for a second it looks as if he's leaning in.

i quickly back away and begin to talk again.

"i've come here because i've grown to like you much more in your absence. and enola! enola too." i say trying to cover for myself. "and because, as it turns out, your life is still in danger." i tell him with a slight shrug.

"what's made you like me more?" he asks me as he grabs a beautiful pink flower.

"really? that is your question? not 'who is trying to kill me?'" i ask him with furrowed brows, obviously not confident enough to reveal the true answer.

he hands me the flower as i lightly grab it.

"i found your flower pressings. they were very beautiful. enola doesn't give a fig about flowers, but i do, of course." i tell him, turning around to quickly smile at him.

he gives a light laugh.

"that's because she's ignorant." he tells me.

"you couldn't be anymore true." i tell him

"ignorant and willfully so." he tells me.

"you could change your mind about a boy." i joke.

"i'm not a boy. i'm a man." he says, inhaling.

i look at him with a raised brow. "you're a man when i tell you you're a man."

"you do look better in breeches, i'll give you that." he tells me.

i push his shoulder a bit hard as he stumbles backwards into a column pulling me with him.

"i've missed you, florence holmes." he tells me as his hand rest on the backs of my elbows.

"i missed you too, although i did keep getting dragged back towards you." i say smiling and stepping away.

"now, come on. we're in serious danger, if you didn't know." i tell him walking away as he follows behind me.

third person pov-

as florence and tewkesbury walk away, they pass by a column with a metropolitan police poster on it

'missing girls, may be disguised, finders fee £4'

with a drawing of enola and florence displayed on it.

i hope you enjoyed this chapter cause i know i like to write it!