Okay, this might be a little confusing, but just read and I'll explain what exactly happened at the end of this chapter.
Killian's pov
I was sitting on my bed. Picking a hotel. So many options, jeez.
I googled hotels in Malaga once more. I had seen so many hotels over the past few days, even in Italy, but I liked none of them.
My girlfriend wants to go to Italy to visit her family, but me and and my friends want to go to spain. She can either come with us or go Italy on her own.
That was when she walked in.
"Hey" she said sitting down next to me.
"Hi" I answered, still looking at the screen.
"Malaga? Seriously?! You're not coming with me?!"
"I thought that I was pretty clear when I said that I wasn't going to Italy!" I yelled.
"Fine! Do wathever you want, but then I don't want to see you anymore.. I'll find someone who I acctually meen something to." She said as she stood up.
"Wait..." I said, but she didn't turn around.
"Milah! Please...."
She looked at me.
"You better check on your mom, she is drunk of her ass again, I had to climb through the citchen window. Thank god, I'll never have to do that again, cause no one ever answeres the door for me here! Bye, I hope I'll never see you again.." She said with a bitchy smile. Then she walked out.
"Milah!" I yelled after her.
"Fine! I'll come to Italy with you!"
She was back in no time.
"really?" she asked with that cute laugh.
I nodded.
She giggled as she jumped on my bed and kissed me. I kissed back and we sat there like that for a long while.
This vacation was going to be great... Not what I expected, but great.. I hope
Okay, what is going on is that Killian is in a coma and he is reliving his life from the moment that he made the desicion to go to spain, but now he didn't. So everything that happened here did really happen before, except for the fact that he gave in and chose to go to Italy with Milah.
