From london to Istanbul/Kenan Yildiz

Part 12

Harry's POV

As we walked to the university, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Amelia was being evasive, and it was driving me crazy. I wanted to protect her, but she was clearly keeping something from me. The sight of her wearing that guy's jacket this morning was etched in my mind. Who was he, and why was she so taken with him?

When we arrived at the university, the group split up to explore different areas. I took the chance to pull Amelia aside.

"Hey, can we talk?" I asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

Amelia nodded, looking a bit nervous. We found a quiet spot on a bench under a tree.

"Amelia, you need to tell me what's going on. Who is this guy you're seeing?"

She took a deep breath, her eyes searching mine. "His name is Kenan Yildiz. We met yesterday, and... well, we just clicked. He's different, Harry. I feel something real with him."

I tried to process what she was saying. Kenan Yildiz? The name sounded familiar,oh,certainly,it was that turkish-germany young footballer . "How do you know you can trust him? You barely know him.How did you even meet that footballer?"

"I know it sounds crazy, but I trust him. He makes me feel things I've never felt before. Please, Harry, try to understand."

"Understand? Amelia, this is insane. You've known him for what, a day? How do you even know he's not some creep?"

"He's not a creep, Harry. He's... special. We talked for hours last night. He told me about his life, his dreams. He even shared things he said he's never told anyone."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair,I didn't know what happened with Amelia that I knew. "And you believe him?"

"Yes, I do."

"Did you... did you sleep with him?" The question burned on my tongue, but I had to know.

Amelia blushed deeply, looking away and then she looked at me furiously. "Harry,are you serious?How dare you ask this?It doesn't have to interest you! No, we didn't. But it wouldn't matter if we had. What we have is more than just physical."

"More than physical? Amelia, you're talking like you're in love with him."

She looked at me with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability. "Maybe I am, Harry. Maybe I am."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Amelia, my best friend, was falling for a guy she had just met. "This is crazy, Amelia. You can't just trust someone like this. What if he hurts you?What if he just uses you?"

"He won't," she said firmly. "I know it."

I wanted to argue more, but the look in her eyes stopped me. She was serious about this guy. "Okay," I said reluctantly. "But if he does anything to hurt you, he'll have to deal with me and with Mike."

Amelia smiled, relief washing over her face. "Thank you, Harry. That means a lot."

"Alright, alright. But tell me more about him.Oh god,Amelia,if you wanted a footballer,you could just date Mike"

'No way,H,never,me and Mike?'

I laughed.

Amelia launched into a detailed description of Kenan—how they met actually how he bumped into her, their conversation, his background, and his passions. She painted a picture of a charming, intelligent man who seemed genuinely interested in her.

"And you really think he's trustworthy?" I asked, still sceptical.

"Yes, I do. And I want to see him again. Can you help me?"

I hesitated. "You want me to help you sneak out again?"

"Yes, please. I promise I'll be careful. I just... I need to see him."

I sighed. "Alright. I'll help you. But you have to promise me you'll be safe."

"I promise."

Amelia's POV

After talking to Harry, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. It was a relief to finally tell him about Kenan. Harry was still protective, but I could see he was trying to understand. We rejoined the group, and I felt a new sense of freedom. Now that Harry knew, maybe things would get easier.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of lectures and sightseeing. But in the back of my mind, I couldn't wait to see Kenan again, to tell him that I had finally told Harry the truth.

Later in the afternoon,after the heavy dinner, as we walked back to the hotel, I messaged Kenan.

"Hey, I told Harry about you. He's a bit sceptical but understands. I am free. Can we meet?"

Kenan's reply was almost instant. "Of course, luv. I am coming."

I smiled at his response, feeling a rush of excitement. Harry and I devised a plan to sneak out after dinner. He'd cover for me with the others, ensuring they didn't notice my absence. I felt grateful for his support despite his concerns.

**Harry's POV**

As the day went on, I tried to focus on our plans, but my mind kept drifting back to Amelia and this Kenan guy. I didn't like the idea of her sneaking around, but I also didn't want to stand in her way. If this guy made her happy, I had to support her, even if it went against my instincts.

After dinner, we all gathered in the hotel lounge to unwind. I kept an eye on Amelia, ready to help her when the time came. She gave me a subtle nod, and I knew it was time.

"Hey, guys, I'm heading to shopping,my mum asked something" Amelia announced

"Yeah, my mum I think also asked for something to buy in women's things too," I added quickly. "Can I send you a list?."

'Of course,H"

The others barely noticed as she slipped away. I followed Amelia to the elevator, where she turned to me with a grateful smile.

"Thank you, Harry."

"Just be careful, okay?"

"I will."

As the elevator doors closed, I felt a pang of worry. But I knew Amelia needed this. She needed to explore her feelings, even if it meant taking risks. I just hoped that this Yildiz was worth it.

**Amelia's POV**

I quickly changed into something more comfortable and grabbed Kenan's jacket. As I left the hotel, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. Harry's support meant the world to me, but I knew I had to be careful.

Kenan was waiting for me at a small café near the hotel. His face lit up when he saw me, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Hey, luv," he said, pulling me into a warm embrace.

"Hey," I replied, feeling the stress of the day melt away in his arms. "Thank you for meeting me."

"Of course. I'm glad you told Harry. How did he take it?"

"He was worried, but he wants me to be happy. He's being really supportive."

Kenan smiled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "I'm glad. Now, let's make tonight as special as last night."- he said, kissing me.

As we walked through the city, I felt a sense of freedom I hadn't felt in a long time. Being with Kenan felt right, and I was determined to make the most of our time together.