unforgettable; a larry stylinson au.

1; prologue

Louis;

'17th august, 1999. Verona, Italy.' I scribbled in the top right of my tatty brown leather diary. I held in tightly in my palm, and walked through the crowded streets of Italy.

I looked around for my hotel I was renting a room in. I knew it wasn't far, it was just near the beach, where I was. Or so it said.

I had been walking for around 10 minutes, and although it wasn't long, my feet were already killing me. Why did I think wearing boat shoes would be a good idea?

I stepped towards signora street, and soon saw a extravagant new looking hotel called 'Residenza Luce'

I turned around and saw from the top of the steep road I had just walked up, that you could see the beach. It wasn't a long walk from the city centre either. Not too bad.

I entered the hotel, and checked in with reception, then went up to my room on the 5th floor.

I drummed my fingertips along the walls as I scanned each room number. 14, 15, 16..17! Floor 5 room 17.

I opened the door to reveal a huge room with white sheets and wood floors, along with a balcony with a sea view. Okay, I had definitely got the better side of this deal.

I smiled brightly to myself and started to unpack my things, then once I was done, I decided I would make my way down to the square, where there were market stalls and shops and a couple café's.

I soon left the hotel, and started walking to the centre of Verona.