Lottie opened her eyes and saw... a moustache. But not the short wing moustache of Hitler; this was more a Mario, or Luigi.
"Lottie, it is I, Francesco." Francesco breathed, overcome with joy that his love had finally awakened. "Mamma mia, I can't believe you're awake." Lottie, on the other hand, looked at him in utter disbelief.
There was a moment of silence, until Lottie exclaimed,
"Where's my phone? I need to text Norweigan Emma!" At that statement, Francesco's heart broke into millions of pizza shaped shards. More pizza-shaped Italian tears streamed down his defined Italian cheekbones and into his Italian moustache.
"If that's what you want, then you can." Francesco said, his voice cracking with emotion, he could barely get the words out. With shaking hands, he passed Lottie her phone. She turned it on- 2,456 missed calls from Norwegian Emma.
As soon as Francesco left Lottie's room, he broke down, collapsing to the floor, his lean, sculpted Italian frame shaking with emotion. He lay there for what felt like hours, but was only 27.53 seconds.
He lifted his head from the Italian tiles and slowly got up. Even though he'd been crying for 27.53 seconds, his distinct Italian profile remained perfect- as ever. He made his way downstairs and outside. In the small canal outside the Gabbani Clubhouse, the Gabbani-Mobile was docked. Long, charting scars ran down its magnificent body, reminding Francesco of their previous escapade. Morosely, he lit a cigarette, and went on a long walk, in an attempt to escape this nightmare.
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When Hunter Becomes The Hunted
FanfictionWhen Lottie Hunter leaves the FF Brothers in the dust, they're heartbroken. However, the arrival of (y/n) rocks their world... (Btw this is a joke boiz)
