unforgettable; a larry stylinson au.

2; apples

Once I got into the city centre, I heard quiet music playing, as residents bought their goods from the assorted stalls.

I wandered around and saw lots of stalls selling jewellery, different food items, and quite a lot of fruit. I mindlessly walked around, glancing at every stall, and not paying attention to anything except my surrounding atmosphere, until I felt something hit my hip.

"Scusa, signore. Scusa." I heard a low husky voice say as I saw a young man scrambling by the floor, picking up the apples I had knocked on the floor.

I gasped a little and started picking the fruits up and placing them on the stall. "Scusa, Colpa Mia." I apologised and said it was my bad.

The young man picked up the last green apple from the ground and brushed it on his shirt before placing it back on the stall.

He looked up at me and smiled, shaking his head as if to forgive me. "Do you do well on the stall?" I asked, chancing whether he knew English, but I doubted it since he had very tanned skin and dark curly hair. He looked like an Italian citizen.

"I do relatively well." He nodded, with a British but slightly Italian accent.

"You understand English?" I said, quite surprised.

"Yeah, I am English. I've lived here for almost 10 years." The boy grinned brightly.

"I'm staying here for a few weeks, I'm from England too." I explained.

"Really, man? Wow! I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Harry." He said, offering his hand out to me and pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head, showing his glistening eyes in the sunlight. "Louis." I smiled softly.

"Hey, maybe I could show you around sometime? Maybe introduce you to some of my favourite parts about Verona." He offered.

"I'd like that, yeah." I nodded my head. "You see that boardwalk along the beach there? Meet me there at 6. We can go from there." He smiled brightly.

"Sounds brilliant, Harry. I'll see you then, I promise." I said politely and gave him a grateful smile as I bid my goodbye and kept wandering. He was a very nice boy, I thought to myself. I mean, he was handsome, and so very kind. Unlike a lot of a people.

~*~

I later made my way back to my hotel room to shower and freshen up before going out again tonight. First impressions count, right?

I pulled on my navy shorts, a white t-shirt and a white pair of converse, then once I was done, I sat on my bed, and pulled over my diary and a pen, precisely, the pen I stole from a hotel in Athens, Greece.

'Met Harry, the boy from the stall. About to go to the boardwalk for the evening.' I noted down. I did this in every country I had been to, it was partially a habit but partially for the memories I would get when I'm older.

And later on that evening, I went down to the boardwalk to meet with Harry.