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36|legalities

Romeo's pov:

I watched her eat her sandwich but I only had one thing on my mind. I needed to tell her about what I spoke to Leo about. With the stuff she just told me we can probably get a restraining order or we go to court and we sort something out. Her father is a lawyer and I know we will get the better hand out of this.

I looked up to her and she was looking bad at me, confused.
"What are you thinking about?"
"There's something I want to ask you."
"If its about Harry and that I don't want to talk about it, I have no energy for that. I'm happy here, with you."
"But Chiara..." I took a deep breath, "I was talking to Leo and we said that we could start a lawsuit against them. Only if you want to, everything we do under your decisions."
"I told you Romeo, I don't want to. I'm across the world from them now. I don't care about it." She sighs and leaves the room.

Why won't she just do this. It will protect her and make me feel happy. I mean yes I'm so happy I have her but it breaks my heart to know these guys put pain onto her. She already had so much with her Mom but that on top is horrible. I guess if she said no there's nothing I can do about it. I promised to Leo I would make sure if we did anything it's if she wanted.

Chiara's pov

I understood where he was coming from for the lawsuit but it's true what I said. I don't care anymore. I'm in Italy and they can't do anything to me unless they come her but they don't even know where in Italy I am so I'll be fine. 

I decided to go for a shower so I can take some time for myself. I had a lot on my mind and I was exhausted with everything. I just wanted everything to go as easy as it was when I moved here. Don't get me wrong it's still much better in this moment but now it's just a little more pressuring that I've seen my mom and Harry. 

I let the hot water take over my body. I closed my eyes and the water trickled down my cheeks as I let it keep falling. I don't know what I'm planning to do for the rest of the afternoon but I couldn't sleep. I felt like being productive, but not sure how to be productive. I rinsed my hair along with my vanilla shampoo and conditioner and wiped the water falling down towards my eyes. I let out a deep breath and turned off the shower water. I wrapped the towel over my body and cleansed my face. 

I picked out some leggings and the first cami top I found and threw it on. I brushed out my brown locks but didn't bother to dry it. I rinked out some water with the towel and threw it into the hamper. The wet ends tickled my back as my hair fell past my shoulders. I picked up a zip up hoodie and tied it around my waist. I took my time down the stairway and turned towards the lounge.

I sat in the corner of the sofa and took the remote. I flicked through multiple channels but there was nothing that I wanted to watch. Most of it was Italian TV shows which I wouldn't understand or just re runs of old shows I didn't bother about. I decided to just put an old episode of FRIENDS on because I couldn't find anything new to watch. 

As I giggled away, I saw Romeo peek his head around the corner. I don't think he saw me notice him but I definitely did. I went back to watching the TV when he poked his head around again. I sighed and opened my mouth to speak.
"Come sit with me." My voice monotonous. Romeo fully opened the door and plonked himself right next to me. He cuddled up to me and his thumb drew small circles on my arm. 

"Watching this shit again are we?" He chuckled to himself.
"Yes and it's not shit. I like it. And it's the only thing I can understand on this TV." I defended.
"Oh... so you still don't know Italian after my great teachings at the cafe." He whispered into my ear.
"You're ways of teaching aren't... reliable." I raise my eyebrow to him.
"Oh really?" He gives a sly smirk.

I don't reply back knowing he would give a remark back. I leaned back into his hold and rested my neck in the crook of his.
"You're dad wants you free tomorrow night. Dinner plans." Romeo breaks the silence.
"Oh... are you coming?" I ask, curious.
"No I already steal you enough."
"Okay." I giggle.

We go back to watching the show I've seen a million times and I let out a few laughs at certain points. I eventually get bored and turn the TV off. I turn my body so Romeo and I are facing each other. He looks down to my eyes and plants a kiss to my nose. My cheeks blush and I smile a big smile. He smiles to my smile and I watch as his dimples grow. I bring my hands to his face and trace his dimples. He doesn't move my fingers away but instead brings his hands to mine.

He guides my hands with his. He brings my to the middle of his forehead. 
"You see that scar." He moves his hand to the side a little so I can see the little scar placed delicately on his forehead. I nod my head. He brings his hand back to the scar.
"I got it when I was climbing that tree." He took his hand from mine and pointed to the tree in the garden. "I fell from that branch and face down onto a little stone." 

"Sounds painful."
"Only a little. Tough kid yaknow." I let out a little laugh from his ego. He lifted his arm from under my waist, took my hand in his again and pointed to a long scar on his forearm.
"How did you get that?" I ask in almost a whisper.
"In the fields around the property. I was running with my old dog and ran straight into barbed wire. Loads of blood." I cringed when he mentioned the blood.

"Oh you don't like blood?" he asked in a caring voice.
"No not at all. It makes me sick." I gag.
"Oh sorry. Anyways, Leo took me to the hospital and got a couple of stitches. Wasn't great but it is what it is I guess." He said with a smile plastered over his face.
"Why are you telling me this?" I ask, quietly.
"So you can get to know me."
"I already know lot's about you."
"Favourite colour... go!"
I stutter. Maybe I don't know a lot about my own boyfriend.

"Tell me some stuff about you." He asks me. I tilt my head to the right.
"What do you want to know?"
"The usual... favourite colour? Favourite animal? Favourite food? Dream job? First time story? Dream holiday? Where do you want to go for a honeymoon? Ya know... the usual stuff, like I said."
"What did you say before dream holiday?"
"Dream job?"
"No after that?"
"Dream holiday."

Liar.
"Liar! You did not say that!" I shout.
"What did I say then?" He snickers.
"You know exactly what you said." 
"Okay so story time then?"
"There is no story." I quieten.
"So... you're- you're a-"
"Yes. We do not need to talk about it." I harshly shout.

"Okay anyway. Favourite colour is red. Favourite animal is a panda. Favourite food... ice cream? No pizza. No... I don't know. Dream job is a model... but if we're being reasonable my own business. Dream holiday is Greece. Honeymoon I have never thought about."
"Jesus... how do you remember all of those questions?"
"Good memory. You're turn." I giggle.

"Favourite colour is orange. Animal would be a tiger. Food is anything with pasta. Dream job... already doing that with your Dad. First time-"
"No! I do not want to hear that." I shout again.
"Fine. Dream holiday would be Croatia."
"Where's that? What's it like?" I'm curious.

He pulls out his phone and searches it on Google. My mouth drops at the sigh. It's stunning. He scrolls through the multiple photos but I stop him at a photo of a turquoise blue lake.
"That's Plitvice National Park."
"Dream honeymoon. There."

Romeo looks up quickly with a raised eyebrow. I poke at his dimple again and he playfully goes to bite my finger. I pull it away quickly.

"Note down Croatia for our honeymoon."

I shake my head laughing, a bit early for marriage when he only just asked me to be his girlfriend. Buy maybe one day, he'll be my husband and we will have a family of our own. Or at least, I hope so. That would be my dream. A dream for the both of us.