𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙴; 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚁𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒

𝙴 𝙿 𝙸 𝚂 𝙾 𝙳 𝙴 #𝟼

The guitarist promised me to take me to the studio of his band this afternoon, but first he needed to work a little. "Cami, I really gotta go, I'll pick you up this afternoon", his voice woke me up, and I yawned, earning a small kiss on my cheek. "Bye", I smiled, hiding myself back into the pillows of his bed, which smelled like roses and lavender. Thomas closed the door, and I looked over the room. There were no rooms, only one door towards the bathroom. The other room was a bed, with a small table for less than four people, and a kitchen. His place was small, but beautiful and in the middle of Rome.

Humming along with one of the Måneskins songs I sat next to my suitcase, getting my clothes one by one out. All my clothes disappeared in the small space, Thomas gave me. Through the music I could hear a fist knocking on my door. Who could that be? Thomas has a key, obviously, so who would be here right now? In my not-so-sexy pyjamas I open the door, gasping when I see Giovanni standing in the hall. "Hello Camilla", he says, sounding mad. "Please go away", I say, wanting to close the door. "Hold on Cami, you think you can just leave me like that", he snaps, stepping into Thomas his apartment. "Get out, this is Thomas his place", I snap, wondering how he got here in the first place.

"You think you can just go away, and expect me to deal with it", he says, grinning, stepping closer towards me. "Giovanni go away", I snap again, walking backwards, until I stumble over my suitcase, causing his to chuckle. With his hand, he slams with the door, and fear rushes through my body. "Go away!", I scream through the whole house. He doesn't even care, he raised his eyebrows and just kept walking towards me. "Just come back to me, and everything will be fine", he whispers, pulling my arm towards him. "No, nothing will be fine. In the last day with Thomas I felt more loved than with you the last years", I snap, pulling my arm back. "I thought he was just your best friend", rolling with his eyes, he grabbed my wrist, and he was too strong, so I couldn't pull myself away. "No Giovanni he is not, he means more to me", I said, not realising I was sobbing.

For seconds long he is quiet, and I feel the blood disappearing in my hand. "Thomas cares about me, he loves me and he does not treat me like shit, like you did", those words make me realise what I feel for Thomas, and how bad I want him here to safe. "If he wasn't here, I'd still be with you, and I'd still be dying. Thomas saved me", another time, I try to pull my arm back. "For god sakes say something", I snap, crying only loader.

"You know what you are, a slut, nothing but a slut", he said, and I closed my eyes, until I felt his hand slapping against my cheek. A burning pain came up, and I couldn't do anything but crying. "Why are you doing this?", sobbing, I asked. He stays quiet, squeezing only rougher in my wrist. On that moment the door opened and Thomas came in, "sorry I forgot my notebo-", when he saw me crying, he wide-eyed and his cheeks turned red from anger. "I swear to the love for god, leave her the fuck alone", speaking deadly he rushed towards me, pulling my arm out of Giovanni his grip, pulling me in his warm chest. "Don't you understand it, she doesn't want you, except it and move on", Thomas snapped, and Giovanni only looked less caring.

"She is my girlfriend, and you just stole her, you call that love?", Giovanni asked, giving us both a death glare. "No I'm not! Please go away, please", I snap again, sobbing into Thomas his chest. "You heard her, get the fuck out of my house", Thomas shouted, and Giovanni turned around, saying nothing, and just left. When the door closed, with a load slap, Thomas wrapped his arms around me, but said nothing. I heard him sigh deep a few times. "Please don't leave me", I whispered, swallowing my own tears down. "I won't, never", he promised, and his two warm hands softly touches my wet cheeks, which filled themselves with new fresh tears.

"You are coming with me to the studio", the guitarist claims, getting his notebook, and taking my hand. "And we are going to the police", I can hear the anger in his voice. "No Thomas please don't". He wants to walk away, but I pull him back. "Please don't go to the police", I bite on the inside of my lip, feeling two warm hands around mine. "Bellissima, if we don't he'll continue this, and we can't risk that". When I close my eyes, two salty tears roll down my cheek and land in my mouth. Thomas his lips touch mine softly, and the same feeling as yesterday returns. "Thomas please no, please don't go to the police, it will only make it worse", returning the soft kiss I say. "Why not?", caressing the flat of my hand. "He will only got more angry, just no police".

"It will be fine, we will be fine", he plays with my hair, and undid my bun. "Shall we go?", the guitarist asks, going on his knees next to my suitcase. "Wear this, it's cute", I chuckle when he takes a white little dress, with little strawberries on it. "Please no", whining I throw the dress in the closet. "Cami no, wear this", strict he takes it back, and throws it at me. 

"You look beautiful", Thomas giggles, and I earn a soft kiss on my hair from the guitarist. "Shall we go now", sighing, I pull on the way too short dress. "The band will love you, they are amazing", slightly blushing, Thomas says, pulling me with him towards the front door of his apartment, opening it. He first looks around the hall, just like Giovanni is still going to be there or something. "All safe", grinning he slides his hand through my hair. 

***

Thomas is just cute, period.