When dreams come true!

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Claire's pov
I am so nervous I have never been on a plane. "Ahhhhhhhh" I scream.
"It's ok Claire it's just us taking off," andy laughs. How can he find this funny. Has he not heard about the recent airplane crashes. We start to take off and I have to take deep breathes. "In out in out in out in out" I think to my self as I breathe slowly. Once we finally are up in the air the no seatbelt sign goes green. I'm finally relieved it's over.

Andy and I watch a romantic movie on the tvs that are attached to the back of the seats. We watched the fault in our stars. It made me cry and cry and I'm positive I saw a test run down Andy's cheek. Even for a man Andy liked the movie. After that we had a long 6 hour sleep linking our hands and resting our heads on each others shoulders. We finally land after about 8 hours of crying and sleeping. When we get out it look so beautiful.

Andy's pov
"Ohhhhhh wow it's so beautiful," I .say in awe. I'm. not usually one to say that but it's just so amazing.

(Read this in an accent)
"Hhhhhhello and welcome to Italy I will be your tour guide. My name is jeffan what is yours," says a jeffan.

Jeffan has a really round belly and his very small. He has a curly moustache at the bottom tip of his nose. He is wearing an Chef hat and uniform.

"Hi my name is andy and this is Claire. Just wondering why are you wearing a chefs hat and uniform," I simply ask.

"I own this amazing restraint to my right. It is called italiona. Please come have some of my free spaghetti and meatballs," Jaffan tells us as he leads us to his restraint.

Claire POV
When we walk in all I can see is cute little mason jar flower vases cute little tables and chairs and pictures of chefs. It looks like a cute coffee shop you would find in America.

We sit down at the corner table and wait for jeffan to bring us his spaghetti and meet balls.
While we were waiting photograph by ed Sheehan come on the radio.

"Come on let's dance," andy asks.
"Here......right now," I whisper.
"Yeah come on it will be fun," he says. He grabs my hand and pulls me up and starts dancing he is so romantic.

We move to the rhythm of the lyrics

START MUSIC HERE

Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
Times forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home

Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And it's the only thing that I know (know)
I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of ya
And it's the only thing we take with us when we die

We keep this love in this photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
Times forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone

And if you hurt me
That's OK, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

Wait for me to come home [4x]

Oh you can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were 16
Next to your heartbeat
Where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul

And if you hurt me
Well, that's OK, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

When I'm away
I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost
Back on 6th street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home."

Andy's POV

After the song finishes our lunch is ready.we sit back down and eat.

"Wow Jaffan this is amazing," Claire mumbles with food still in her mouth. Claire is correct it's delicious.
After we finish we take a cab to see our motel apartment.

P/N
I hope you like this chapter
I am so sorry for taking a long time to update I have been really busy lately.
Love you my readers