𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑺 - måneskin

thomas raggi

"Very annoying fans"

[ you are Rosa ]

I couldn't keep myself from smiling, really, j couldn't. Thomas drove us through Paris, where we were.

A week ago, Thomas surprised me with a vacation to the city I was born. When I was ten, I moved with my parents to Rome, and it was very great being back here.

As we drove through the streets, we listened to music, and Thomas gently squeezed my hand. We're going out for dinner, and I was really excited.

"Look, there it is", Thomas pointed to a small restaurant in the middle of a square. It has little lights everywhere, and it looked so romantic.

"Wow, it looks so beautiful", I gasped, placing both my hands on Thomas his cheeks, resting my forehead against his.

"I love you", I mumbled, earring a small kiss on my nose from Thomas. "I love you more", he mumbled, turning his face away from me, opening the door from his car.

"Come on, let's go", he said, before he opened my door as well. "What a gentleman", I giggled, kissing Thomas on his jaw.

Of course I was aware of the fact that there were so many people watching us and making pictures. I just ignored it, since I was used to it.

Thomas took my hand, and started walking towards the other side of the square.

I wrapped my arm around his arm and leaned my head against his shoulder. Before Thomas could make five steps, three girls around the age of fifteen came up to us, and I knew what time it was.

I let go of Thomas, knowing what those girls wanted. "I'm sorry, can we make a picture with you?", in bad English with a strong French accent, one of the girls asked.

Thomas looked at me, smiling, since he knew this was our evening. And he didn't wanted to let it be ruined by fans, but how could he refuse them.

While my boyfriend was taking pictures with his fans and signing the records, I waited for him to finish.

I didn't want to seem impatient, but I tapped the ground anyway. This is what I always feared when Thomas and I went out together.

There were always and fans wanting pictures with him, making me wait and disrupting our evening.

The three French girls kept talking and I looked at my watch. It was only three minutes later, but it took too long for me. Thomas smiled at the girls before walking back to me.

"I'm sorry my love", Thomas placed a kiss on my lips, wrapping his arms around his. "Come on, this won't ruin our perfect evening", he claimed, pulling me with him inside the very cute restaurant.

The restaurant was beautiful, and the wine we were served was delightful. "Man, this is great," Thomas said, taking my hands. He caressed his fingers over mine, while we waited for our food to arrive.

"Yea", I mumbled at my boyfriend, drowning in his pretty eyes.

The beautiful moment we had, it got interrupted very fast. Thomas just wanted to press on kiss on my hand, when two other fans came up to us.

"Hi, can she maybe take a picture with you", a woman asked, pointing to her daughter in front of her.

The girl was about five years old, and I really wondered why she was a fan of Thomas. She smiled a little shyly and handed Thomas a piece of paper so he could sign it.

She was almost too cute to be irritated. But the fact that someone was ruining my night know was really annoying.

Thomas looked at me, asking me with signs if it was okay. This time, I nodded a little annoyed.

He smiled at me, knowing I hated the fact that fans kept interrupting us. "Yes sure", Thomas stated, starting a new picture session with the little girl.

She giggled sweet, and gave Thomas a kiss on his cheek. It was sweet, but damn annoying. I played impatient with my napkin, looking at my nails.

As soon as the little girl and her mother left, I smiled at Thomas, still being a little annoyed. "Why do you have to be so famous?", letting out a deep sigh, I asked, playing with the rings around his finger.

"I'm sorry Mia Bella", my boyfriend apologized, giving me a comforting smile.

The food was amazing, so very delicious . After the little girl, no other people came to disturb us. I wrapped my arm around Thomas' again, feeling my stomach hurt a lot.

I ate too much.

"It was amazing", I stated, leaning against Thomas while we walked through the romantic streets of Paris.

Thomas brought his lips to my ear, so I was the only one to hear him. "And now we are gonna have amazing sex in the hotel room", as he whispered, I felt chills appear on my skin immediately.

Even before we could reach Thomas' car, two girls our age approached us. Something inside me told me to ignore them and get in the car quickly.

"Excuse me, can we take a picture with you?", one of the two girls asked, and I immediately walked away from Thomas.

I didn't even give him a face and walk straight towards our car. This was the third time we got interrupted in two hours, and it was damn annoying.

When I arrived at his car, I turned around. Thomas was still talking and making pictures with fans. I lit myself a cigarette, and lean backwards against his car.

After waiting two long minutes, Thomas finally turned around and came towards his car. I made my way towards my side of the car, staying quiet while we got in his car.

"I'm sorry baby", Thomas started, placing his hand on my knee. I sighed again, pulling on my seat belt.

"It's just so damn annoying that we always get interrupted, we can never walk through the streets normally", I claimed, and I knew I was acting like a dramatic bitch.

Thomas was famous, and I know I have to share him with thousands of fans, but sometimes I just wanted him all for myself.

"I know, and I'm sorry", he mumbled, bringing his lips towards my cheek, to place a kiss on my skin.

"It's fine, just no that you're mine, no fan can have you", I stated, grinning at my boyfriend.

"Don't you think I know that", chuckling, Thomas started the car, and drove away towards the hotel.

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