Not long after Y/N texted me back agreeing. We met up at Piccadilly Circus, I quickly sent her a selfie letting her know I was there.
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Damiano had insisted on coming with me, arguing that 'she could be a murderer but in reality, I think he just wanted to hang out with her.
"Hey sorry I'm running a little late my parents, um needed something," Y/N tells me through the phone line.
"Don't worry about it take your time we're sitting at Carpo" I tell her blushing as Dami eyes me. About 10 minutes later Y/N walks in wearing a pair of leather flares and a distressed chained blazer. She looked really nice, but last night I did a little research and she always looked, perfect.
"I am so sorry I'm late, my house was a little chaotic this morning" Y/Nsmiles sitting down. "No worries it's probably for the best, Vic is scary before she was coffee," Damiano says and I kick him under the table, and Y/n laughs. "So what do you want to do?" I ask sipping some coffee, "anything you would like" she smiles. Last night I had scoured the internet for information about her. From what I had learned she was a musician, loved books, and was a huge nerd in the cutest way which made me like her even more dammit.
"H-How about we go to the museum? I know you're moving to Europe but I thought It may be fun?" I suggest nervous "I'd love to" Y/N smiles. Her smile was sweet and warm, "Oo sorry ladies I'd love to come but Giorgia needs me" Dami says pulling from my thoughts. "cazzo Dami non andare sono ansioso"(fuck Dami don't go I'm anxious) I beg. "What are you anxious about?" Y/N asks "Y-you speak Italian?" I asked shocked, "Um yeah, I'm moving to Italy in a few weeks so it's kind of necessary," she says "It's very good," Dami says "I'm really not mostly just broken fraises and shit" she laughs and I smile.
Y/N and spent the day walking through the museum chatting, laughing, and getting to know each other. The cutest part was when she found something cool and would pull me close so I could look too. "Oh shit sorry" Y/N pulls her ringing phone out. I could only hear one side of the call but I heard.
"you're doing this cause you're angry?"
"You've known I'm leaving for months?"
"How is that selfish?"
She didn't sound angry just hurt. I reached out to touch her shoulder, "you alright?" I ask "mm fine," she says vaguely. "you wanna get lunch it's almost 3," I say not realizing we had been talking for hours, "sure let's go".
After lunch, I wasn't quite sure I wanted to leave. "D-do you wanna come back to my place, for coffee" I added quickly at the end "wow Vic I've known you 2 days and this would be the second time you've invited me over" Y/n teases my face turning red "but yes I'd love too" she grins. "I'm sorry about last night, I was drunk and it was inappropriate" I apologize. "It's okay Vic really" she smiles.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I ask, since her mum had called she hadn't seemed the same. "What, oh yeah I'm fine," she says. "Look at me" I demand lifting her chin so she would meet my eyes. "I get it I've only known you 2 days but I'll listen" I offer, wrapping an arm around her.
"My parents are just super pissed that I'm moving, they think I'm being selfish for choosing my own future over theirs, they will get over it eventually, or not," she says with a little laugh. "I-I'm sorry," I say hugging her. Y/N pulls me out of the hug and looks me in the eye, "I wanted to do this last, but like you said, 'very inappropriate'" Y/n teases, but then leans in and kisses me.
"Wow, yeah that defiantly felt inappropriate," I say my face bright red. "Maybe just a few more, to get used to it" I tease, and Y/N kisses me again.
"Morning," I say kissing Y/N on the forehead, "hello beautiful" Y/N gawks. "I had no idea what Damiano was talking about Coffee or not, you are beautiful in the mornings," Y/n says kissing me "hmm so are you," I say kissing her back.
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