my rose

the move

IVY- FRANK OCEAN
harry was an outgoing soul. he loved travelling. or did he? he had his heart and mind set on something particular though. to find his home. to find love and to be happy.
he's never been able to find his home anywhere. nothing felt right. with constant threats by sams group, it was impossible for it to feel right.
let me tell you more about sams group. harry as a young child, was an orphan. he was adopted by the man himself, sam. sam took harry to his advantage and used him to do so many deadly and upsetting crimes. harry had to leave. he had no choice. so he did just that, thinking he would be free however it would only make him feel even more on edge.
now here's harry, on his next plane to italy, after getting his 20th threat by sams group. he had made a friend in miami, his name was kevin. sam killed him. harry was heartbroken but also not surprised. this was there way of threatening him. harry had promised himself to never make friends as of now. he didn't like hurting people. he'd completely felt numb to the feeling of losing someone. it broke his heart everytime, slowly taking away the pieces.
as the plane started to land, harry put all of his belongings in his travel bag and started to get ready to arrive at his hotel. he'd be staying there for a while until he finds a flat as all of this was last minute.
harry started to walk out of the plane, thanking the flight attendants as always because he's extremely polite.
"fuck it's cold" harry complained, not expecting italy to be this cold, forgetting it's 3am.
harry took his phone out of his pocket and starts to dial a taxi after going through all of the necessary security.
as he waited for his taxi he began to think. what if italy is his home. what if this is it for him. sam won't be able to find him.
he felt stupid for even thinking this, he knows it's not true. he knows he'll never be free. he knows that sam will continue to punish him for leaving until he comes back. he knows he'll never find friends or family, he doesn't want to hurt anyone else.
the taxi pulls up, thankfully snatching him away from his truthful yet hurtful thoughts.
"hey man, where to?" said the stranger.
"hi um the occhi dell'oceano hotel please" harry replied with.
"sure thing, buckle up. so first time here?"
"yes.. hopefully i enjoy it" harry said with caution, knowing to be careful to who he disclosed his information to.
"you will, it's great over here. do you know a bit of italian?"
"unfortunately not, i may have to though" harry chuckled, knowing he will struggle if he doesn't learn it soon. adding it to his already long to-do list.
"ah i agree, even just the basics will help."
"i'm planning on it, it's such a beautiful language"
"it sure is, well that'll be 20 pounds please, good luck with learning italian" the man chuckled
"oh right, here, thank you have a nice night" harry thanked the man and began to exit the taxi.
he stood outside the hotel, thinking about how beautiful the hotel was. not only that but how beautiful italy was. he couldn't wait to go shopping tomorrow as he knows the italian shops will meet his quirky style standards.
he checks in at the hotel and immediately goes straight to his room, not wanting to waste another minute which could be spent sleeping.
as soon as he's dressed in his appropriate night wear, he falls into a deep sleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. not knowing what tomorrow may bring, or shall i say who tomorrow may bring.