The plain had just landed in Florence. As Harry made his way through the small Italian airport he thought of everything he was leaving behind. England was his home, Holmes Chapel was the only place he held dear but he knew he couldn't stay there anymore. Cancer had taken her mom away earlier that year, now he stood alone in the world. He had found an internship in an art gallery in Florence that opened the door to new opportunities.
He was now in a the bus that would take him to the treacherous apartment he had rented outside of the city. He had contacted the householder at the beginning of the week to talk him into lowering the prohibitive prices of the 48m2 one-bedroom flat. After all he couldn't just sleep in the street, he had done it before and had promised himself he wouldn't do it again. As he entered the apartment he was surprised to find out the building was pleasant to spend time in, the wooden floors and the furniture were in good condition and there was no sight of the dreadful carpet he was used to seeing cover the floor.
He entered the room were he would sleep in, opening windows and wardrobe doors to get ride of the smell of tabaco that would soon stick to his clothes. The room, painted in a pale apple green color made the room interesting but not precisely welcoming.
It was half past two when he finished unpacking and made his way to the kitchen. He had something to eat in Burger King before he embarked in the plain but hunger was beginning to bother him. The fridge was empty and so were the kitchen cabinets. He made his way downstairs with the only twenty euros he had left.
He walked fast paced through the filthy streets of the calm neighborhood. He was beginning to realize how alone he was in a country that was not his own were he didn't speak nor understand the spoken language.
He sat down in a red leather sofa in 'Pizeria Parmiggiani' while he awaited for his order to be taken. This would be his first meal alone in the city. With just a pepperoni pizza to keep him company.
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FanfictionHarry never understood what art was, nor what it wanted to express. However, as soon as he meet her he's world changed. He no longer saw artsy lines, he saw her. || Cover:@_AllYouNeedIsLove. // © 2018 TropicalSyndrome.