You'd spent most of the flight say around your main friend group, consisting of people like Izzy, Harry, Leah, and the like. But also Oliver, that stupidly stunning six-one foot of sporty muscle.

You two had been together for about 3 months now, and had managed to keep it a secret still. It was fairly easy at first, because you both went to joint but separate schools - a girls school and a boys school, meaning nobody really saw you guys together too much anyway.

But being joint schools, they were both headed away on a Yr11 Paris trip, where you'd wanted to spend it all with your new boyfriend. Only thing, was, he was secret. You were secret. And you wanted to keep it that away because for a first relationship, it was going great with your golden retriever of a boyfriend.

You'd made it to the hotel your school would be staying at, where girls and boys couldn't share rooms. However, as you were gathering your luggage to take up the stairs, you feel warm breath against your ear from beside you.

"Want some help, madamoiselle?" Spoke Oliver, with a god-awful French accent. This was why it wasn't his GCSE.