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" so we're leaving Malik, hope to see you again soon " damiano said and winked playfully.

I huffed "yeah yeah sure I'm looking forward to it "

They left and I already felt bad to knowing Harry's not in his room and I won't see his silly face in the morning.ughhh... man stop you survived from it now it's all on damiano.

All I need now is to relax and think about absolutely nothing, I laid down on my bed and put my hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling. My phone vibrate and Gigi's name popped up.

" what is it Gelena ?"

"I told you to hate calling me that"

"Whatever, cut it off " I said as rubbing my eye.

" why you always treat me like shit? I don't deserve to be loved? Am I that bad?"

Not again god why now" look Gigi I'm so tired and I can't talk right now you know we'll talk about it later or something "

" no I want answers I need to know " her sobbing filled my ear

" Gigi look you're beautiful and all you deserve to be loved just with the right person not a criminal like me do you hear me?"

" wha..what if I want a criminal?"

" I'm sure you'll regret it be wiser Gigi you know I just want you for one thing "

" I know...," her voice was deep and filled with sadness.

" if you want more you know I can't do it, we can end it here "I said compassionately.

" no no I want to be with you even though it's just for sex "

"Gigi you can go and live your best life with a great person who loves you "

" it's my life and I want to be around you , it's all I want"

"Ok cool see you tomorrow?"

" I'm waiting for you..."

"So till then "
"Bye."

Ufffff such a shitty day I got enough of it. I took of my clothes and laid on the bed with boxers and fell asleep quickly.

When the sunlight comes in the room, aggressively opened my eyes I wasn't in the mood to get out of the bed or do anything, I grabbed my phone and texted everyone to don't disturb me and cancel all my meetings.

Harry's pov:

We arrived at the Rome's airport . I was miserable like a walking ghost I couldn't feel anything or even think about where I am or what's going on.

I was the 9 years old Harry again. From all that pain I feel numb. All the nightmares and fear I've been through was messing with my mind. The night they killed dad in front of me and mom's eyes. The voice of dad yelling " Anne run with Harry GO!" Filled my ears. The nights I've waiting for him to come back and I jump into his arms and feel the warmth of his body. The pain I felt when I had to be strong for my mom and sister and forgot the fact that I didn't accept dad is actually dead. Hearing mom's sobs and comfort her while still waiting for dad to come home. I thought I could forget all this things but now all my past is like a movie in my head.

Suddenly I felt a touch on my back and trampled with fear .

" I'm sorry to scare you are you okay?" I look trough damiano's brown eyes with surprise what am I doing with him ?

" princess I'm sorry, don't cry please everything is alright " I was crying without noticing that. He grabbed my arms and pulled me in a warm hug.

" we'll alright, I'll protect you from everything and everyone okay? You're safe here with me" he said while brushing my hair. I got comfortable in his hug and his warmth made my heart warm and safe , I don't know why but I trusted him. For a minute I imagined zayn hugged me instead of damiano and his hazel eyes came in my vision and his messy blonde hair. Wait he was just keeping me in his mansion so I couldn't say anything to the cops I first kidnapped by him and then his enemies and they all made me to remember my worst period of my life it was painful , mentally and physically.

He moved his body away "let's go home yeah?" And grabbed my chin to look at his face. "Yeah?"
I simply nodded . Home...but my home is not here. I belong to nowhere I've never felt a place is my home and I can be safe there . Actually I'm still in hostage just in another country but I kinda don't wanna even go back in my old life maybe I can start a new life and be a new person and leave all my past behind. It's a bad idea but not for someone who have nothing to loose.

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