Holding Onto Sanity (1D)

Gregory Pilof

Niall's POV

The colosseum... Where is it? I grudged along with Harry and Liam. We walked along the streets of Rome them looking at all of the architecture. There it is! The cylinder i've been looking for! Now my goal was to slip away from Liam and Harry.

"Lads, look at that." Liam pointed at a building.

"It's a real beauty." Harry said in awe.

"Yeah, sure." I shrugged trying to make a plan to get away from them.

"Niall, why are you always pissed off all of the time?" Harry spat.

"I'm not." I grumbled.

"Yes you are." Liam decided to join in.

I started to get more pissed. "Well why do you guys have to interrogate me all of the time? I didn't want to fucking come sight seeing with you. But you made me. Can't you just leave me alone for once!" I shouted in their faces.

"Fine then. Go." Harry shook his head. "If you don't want to be here, just leave."

I didn't even say a word. I just turned around and walked away. I started full speed ahead towards the colosseum. Until I was cut off by a few girls wearing shirts with our pictures on them.

They came up to me and screamed right in my face. This is one reason I really don't enjoy having fans. "OH MY GOD NIALL!!!!" One screeched.

"NIALL SAY THIRTY TWO!" Another one shouted.

"Hey girls i'm a little busy right now." I murmured.

"NIALL CAN WE GET A PICTURE?!" The third one hollered.

"YEAH. OH MY GOD THAT'D BE SO AMAZING IF YOU WOULD TAKE A PICTURE WITH US." The first practically smacked my fucking arm.

"One quick picture." I said bitterly through my teeth.

I posed a fake smile for the pictures and kissed one girl's cheek. Her face smelled like cheap Italian food, 99 cent perfume, and crusty week old cow shit. I almost gagged. I told them good bye and scurried on my way again. I had to keep a low profile though, so I went and bought a fake beard and baseball cap. God i'm such a cliché.

I finally got there and pulled out the folder from my back pocket and inspected the pictures inside to try and figure out where the note was at in this place. On the piece with Colosseum there was a name. "Gregory Pilof" it read. I went over to one of the concession stands and slipped the folder in my pants again.

"Hey can you help me?" I asked the worked slowly.

"With?" He asked back.

"Do you know a Gregory Pilof?" I questioned.

"Yes. I am he." He nodded. I should've noticed the name tag. The failure runs deep in me.

I sighed heavily. "Do you know a Victoria Quinn?" I asked hesitantly and bit my lip.

"Victoria." He said slowly as if relishing in the sound of her name. "Yes. I know her."

"Well she wrote your name on this picture and i'm trying to-"

"No more words." He interrupted me. He looked around and leaned in to me. "Meet me in the bathroom closest to here in five minutes." He instructed. I agreed. I had to know.

Five minutes went by and I was standing in the appointed bathroom waiting for Gregory. He showed up and locked the door behind him.

"What is your name?" He asked me bluntly.

I faltered. I can't have him knowing who I really am. "Peter. Peter Valentine." I lied.

"I've been waiting for someone to come around asking about Victoria. What a doll she was." He sighed. "Beautiful. Long black hair and bright blue eyes. I was very confused when she came in here asking me to give whoever asked about her this. But she told me about what she's doing. And that I must keep it safe. And that I shouldn't worry because only if someone was truly intelligent and dedicated they would understand how to get this from me. So here you go." He whispered, his English a little rusty. He handed me a small bag with a slip of paper and a key inside.

"Thank you, Gregory." I looked at the bag.

"No. Thank you Peter Valentine. I'm happy that someone is actually caring for Victoria enough to find her notes. You're a good man." He nodded his head once and then walked out of the bathroom.

I opened the bag and looked at the scrap of paper.

"Fontana di Trevi." It read. What in the fuck is that? I quickly pulled out my phone and looked it up. The fountain of love in Rome, Italy. I looked at pictures and found out where it was. I groaned loudly. I didn't want to make another stop. It was hard enough getting here. Now I have to get all the way over to fountain without being noticed. Fucking a Victoria. Making this shit hard on me.

"Hey bro." I heard a deep voice chuckle and a large hand smacking my chest pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked around and saw a random guy walking into a stall with a girl.

"Come on man. This is a family place." I shook my head with disgust and walked out of the bathroom.

Now to find the fountain and I can know what happened to Victoria.