A Girl's Love

Chapter III- Tight Ties

You've been working with the boys for almost a month now, and in all honesty, it hasn't been at all like the way you had imagined it; It's been going great. All the people you had to work with, from the staff to the boys, had been completely cooperative. It was one of the first times that you could say you absolutely had no complaints whatsoever.

Of course, given the fact that they were Italians and that your age was pretty much the same to theirs, there was some sense of flirtation in the atmosphere almost on a daily basis, but you didn't mind; on the contrary, Piero had slowly started to grow on you. The contrast between his completely confident presence on stage and his rather reserved tone on his off-stage behavior seemed absolutely intriguing to you. Of course, no moves had been made yet, due to the strict professionalism that was present on every step of every day.

All until that day.

At first it seemed as nothing particularly different was going to happen. As per usual you were to arrange the boys' outfits for their concert, as well as offer specific guidance to the group of hairstylists and makeup artists. Each of the boys had their own person to help them get dressed and prepared; you only supervised the final result, making sure it was exactly the way you had instructed it to be.

That day, however, the person responsible for dressing Piero was missing.

" She decided to let us know she's not feeling very well only an hour before the concert?", you wondered, more to yourself, but your question was guided to the man responsible for dressing Ignazio, Andrea.

" I have no idea what she was thinking, honestly (Y/n), but there's nothing we can do about it now.", he sighed and moved towards Ignazio's room. You sighed as you slowly grabbed Piero's outfit and headed for his room.

Someone has to do it after all.

You knocked on the door twice and it only took a minute before a topless Piero answered. Your eyes slightly widened as you noticed his incredible physique, but quickly managed to return to your normal self, even though you were still trying desperately to stop your imagination's growing. Your eyes met with his, and you then noticed his cheeks had slightly, only slightly reddened. You didn't bother with trying to hide your smile at that point, which only became more permanent as he said, trying to sound confident.

" Well, it looks like there's been an upgrade in room service.", and winked as he invited you in to his room. You smirked.

" Don't get used to it, it's only for today as your lovely Ciara is feeling sick and decided to let us all know some minutes ago.", you said, and turned to look at him. He was still smiling, and of course hadn't bothered to put a shirt or a blouse on, almost as if he was certain that his topless self was having its' effect on you.

" She should be feeling sick more often then. ", he said, to which you replied with yet another smirk.

" It's really not that good to be wishing illness upon people, Piero. Not very catholic either.", you smiled wider as you saw some of his confidence leaving his face. You approached him and handed him the set of pants, shirt and tie. You raised your eyebrow as you said

" I suggest you go and get dressed, as the concert starts in less than an hour. Hopefully you'll like what I've picked out for you.", you ordered, and he smiled as he looked down to you, his eyes meeting yours.

" Oh I always do.", he almost whispered, and his face was only some inches away from yours. You returned the smile.

" Good to know", and with that he left the room and headed to the bathroom.

You waited for a few minutes and ultimately ended up staring at the ceiling for quite a while when he emerged out of the bathroom, his tie untied.

" Could you, maybe, help me with it? I really don't have a clue how to do it. ", he added with a pout and you let out a small laugh as you got close to him.

" An Italian man not knowing how to tie a tie? It almost sounds unbelievable.", you said as you reached around his neck to grab the ends of the tie.

" Well, I am from the South. ", he said cheerfully and you grinned as you began tying his black tie. As you tried to remain focused on your task though, you noticed that his pecks were pressing almost too much at the soft, white fabric of the shirt, and the way his breathing stretched the material was all s-

Get it together, (Y/n), this is not what you're here for.

Trying to keep that thought for the most excruciating two minutes of your life, you successfully finished tying the man's tie. When you turned your eyes to look at him, it was his turn to have a smirk plastered across his wonderful face.

" There you go", you tried saying confidently, but you recognized the change in your tone. He had probably noticed too, because his smirk hadn't left his features.

" Your cheeks are red... I've never seen them red before. ", he softly said, and you immediately turned, which caused him to softly touch your arm.

" No, no, scusa, I didn't mean to offend you in any way, (Y/n). Especially after the wonderful job you did with my tie.", he tried apologizing for no reason possible.

" Thank you, I've perfected it over the years, I guess. But, hmm, maybe.. Do you feel it too tight? ", you said , and your hands reached for the front of his neck, slightly adjusting the accessory. Right then, you could have sworn that you felt his pulse elevating. Your hands slowly left his neck, and you turned your head up with a simper on your lips.

" That's better...", you said in almost a whisper.

At that moment, you knew you had to leave. The schedule was extremely tight, everything had to be done on time and right then you could tell you were wasting precious minutes. However, none of you moved, and none spoke either. It must have lasted over a minute or two, but right then you felt you were experiencing one of those moments that simply froze time.

And what unfroze it was thesubtle movement of Piero, as he softly placed his hands on the sides of yourhead and gently touched his lips to yours.