Harry & Catalina's paths align as they make their own individual journey of healing. Both grieving the loss of parents, they travel to fulfill the dream road trip their parents never got to have.
The final destination, Italy.
Song for the chapter: invisible string — Taylor Swift particularly when they are painting at the castle.
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📍 Dover — 2020
The loud echo of my alarm could be heard throughout the room, causing me to clumsily reach over to the bedside table to turn it off. I stretched, my hand attempting to wipe the sleep off my face. I needed more sleep than what I got, but getting my car fixed was more important.
I pushed myself up into a sitting position, stretching my body some more, before grabbing my phone, sleepily searching for the number the restaurant owner gave me the night before. After a few rings, they answered. I explained the situation, and they let me know they would be on their way to grab my car shortly, if it was still there.
She would be there, my sweet broken blue bug. No one would want to steal that piece of shit.
I pushed off the bed, deciding to start my day if I was already up. I had told Harry I would treat him to breakfast and I wanted to make sure it was here before I had to leave. I quickly rummaged through my suitcase, pulling out my favorite yellow Little Miss Sunshine tee, light wash flared pants and brown booties.
I showered quickly, applying my usual bits of concealer, blush and mascara. My brows met a soft swipe of my tinted brow gel. I looked at myself in the mirror as I ran some hair product through my curls to manage them before deciding I was ready for the day. There wasn't much to my getting ready process, this is what it was, and it worked.
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I grabbed my purse, swinging it over my shoulder starting to google nearby breakfast places as I walked out of the room. Instantly I was startled by Harry coming out of the hall bathroom, nearly bumping into him. Our eyes locked for a brief moment before I took in the situation, him wrapped in nothing but a towel lowly on his hips, his wet hair sticking to his forehead.
"I'm so sorry, I thought you were still asleep." We both exclaimed at the same time, causing laughter between the two of us.
I ran my fingers through my still wet hair, biting my lip trying to avoid my eyes lingering on his body. Yet the more I tried, the more they danced across his ink engraved skin. He had a nice brown coloring to his skin, making him appear warm; muscles that seemed to be so intricately carved into his skin, deep v lines that drew you into places I shouldn't even dare to be thinking about. I had just met him. Still, every detail was perfect on him.
