Leal

26.

3 AM.

An absolutely ungodly time for anyone to be awake - yet here I am. Awake.

However, it's only because I've got to start getting ready for our flight to Italy.

The only thing keeping me going right now is the assurance that by tomorrow, I'll be sat on the beach with a book and a cocktail.

What a dream.

Although, to make that dream a reality for me, I have to actually get dressed into an outfit comfortable enough for the plane.

Which I'm hoping will be the private jet I came on from England as I'm aware there's a bedroom in that which I will be calling dibs on before any of the others can.

Which means I'll need to claim it on the way to the airport, well before we're boarding.

Right now, I'm thinking that my greatest competition for it will be Taylor, Emilio and Noah.

There will be ways I can easily bribe Emilio and Noah into giving it up but I might have to physically fight Taylor for my right to the bed.

I stop planning out how I'm going to get it and start actually choosing an outfit.

I just go for a pink jumper and sweats set for comfort with my pair of pink Adidas shoes.

"Chiara Giavana Moretti! Get your ass down here right now!" Taylor oh-so-nicely requests from outside my door.

He's a morning person, for sure.

Then I hear an overly-proper cough, "what my twin meant to say is that your presence is requested downstairs so that we can take our leave." Emilio. Freak.

I swing the door out and raise an eyebrow at the two boys.

Emilio decides to scamper off but Taylor stays stood in his spot, a scowl stuck to his face.

I roll my eyes and step away from the doorway, heading over to my bed where my open suitcase is.

"I do wonder why it takes you so long to get ready? It's not like you even look nice," he says as I wrap the wire around my straighteners and place them into my suitcase.

See what I mean? He's so nice.

"I do wonder what that brain is up to in that head of yours. It's not like you're smart," I drag my suitcase over to him and reach up to knock my knuckle against his forehead, "actually, it sounds pretty hollow to me."

He gives me a deadpan look in reply.

"Be a sweetheart and take this suitcase down for me? Thanks, TayTay," I pat his cheek and leave my rose gold suitcase at his feet.

"You almost ready to go, Piccola stella?" Lorenzo pockets his phone when he sees me walking down the stairs.

"Almost, Taylor is just bringing down my suitcase," as if on cue, we hear banging coming down the stairs.

Luckily for him, anything remotely fragile is wrapped up in clothes to soften any hard hits.

All the others join us standing in the foyer and once my suitcase and Taylor are down the stairs, we load all of the luggage into the back of the two cars we're taking to the airport.

"First time in Italy, right?" Noah asks, sitting next to me in the car.

"Yeah, I'm actually pretty excited," I reply, messaging the group chat with my friends on there to let them know what's going on.

"We've got our own house there, one indoor and one outdoor pool, a games room, cinema room and lots of other stuff," he rambles and I pay attention as he tells me this.

"So it's basically just like the house here?"

"Yes," he nods, "but in Italy."

(AN- GUYS I THIUGHT I WOULD BE AN UPDATING QUEEN WHILST ON SUMMERR HOLIDAYS BUT I GOT BACK FROM SPAIN LAST WEEK AND HAVE DONE NOTHING.

I don't know when school starts up again either but I know it's soon as it's the end of August. Kill me now I beg?

THIS WAS WRITTEN AT THE END OF AUGUST BUT ITS ALMOST THE END OF SEPTEMBER AND STILL HASNT BEEN PUBLISHEd?? DK WHAT HAPPENED THERE.

ANYWAYS A SHORT ONE BC I JUST NEED TO GET ONE OUT THERE WHILST I WRITE MORE)