Harry Styles Imagines

(72) - firenze

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(Fact: I actually dreamt this chapter and in the morning I decided to elaborate my dream.)

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"Olivia, baby.", Harry kissed Olivia's cheek twice and all he got out from her, was a mumble and it didn't even sound nice.

"Svegliati.", Harry said in italian, pronouncing it in the worst way possible, knowing that his girlfriend hates the people mispronouncing the words from such a beautiful language.

"Ti uccido se la ripeti in quel modo.", she told him, her voice raspy.
Harry's eyebrows furrowed, he sat on bed and asked confused: "What did you say?"

"I love you.", Olivia mumbled.
"You're lying. The word "I love you" in italian, is formed only by a personal pronoun and a verb. And you said a whole bloody sentence, which is way too long. I'm not that stupid. I do remember some things, when you tell them to me. My brain works well, dear Olivia.", Harry raised his eyebrows and a small smile appeared on Olivia's lips.

"That's so adorable.", the girl finally opened her eyes and cupped his right cheek, while he smirked in victory.
"So you pay attention to what I say, hmm?", she smiled and Harry blushed.

"Come in bed, it's four in the damn mornin', frog.", he rolled his eyes and took her hands in his, pulling them in the air.
"We can't. We gotta go.", the frog pulled her up, once again.
Olivia looked at him confused and shook her head.

"Whatever it is, I don't care. Sleep is my priority.", her head was again against the warm pillow, her hair everywhere and a lazy smile played on her lips.
Harry rolled his green eyes, newly, and snorted dramatically.

The boy walked towards her wardrobe - they couldn't share one, due to all the clothes of his - and picked a nice floreal shirt, along with a pair of black skinny jeans.
A yellow sock and an orange one was picked by him, from the drawer, knowing she has always put different coloured socks when she needed luck.
Harry put the clothes on his part of the bed, then walked towards their huge window, opening it and turned up the shutters.

A gesture that made Olivia finally react; she just pulled the covers closer to her body.
It was still very early, also dark outside.

"Wake up, lazy butt. I tried to be gentle and right now I can't stand your annoying attitude.", he took the covers in his hands and threw them on the floor.
"We have to be to the airport in half an hour and if because of you, we're late. No kisses, hugs and cuddling for a whole month.", the frog announced and started taking off his pajama and let it slide on the floor, making a puddle.
He took from his wardrobe skinny black jeans and a red shirt, putting everything on, and as he wanted to turn around, the bathroom door closed and the bed was empty.

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"You didn't forget your passport, right?", Harry asked for the third time.
Olivia rolled her eyes, a habit she got from him.

"You already know the answer.", she responded.
"I just want to make sure.", he told her and earned a yawn from her.
"Where are we going, for the millionth time?", Olivia asked snorting.

Harry covered her ears to not hear the flight that was announced.

"Let's go.", and before they knew it, with her hand in his, they stood in front of the huge plane.
"Harry Styles, I'm not that stupid. If there's a huge italian flag on the plane, where the heck are we going?", Olivia laughed, nudging his arm. He just blushed and cursed his stupidity.

"Florence would be the destination, baby.", he looked down, his cheeks burning of redness.
"If you aren't the best boyfriend and human in the world, then I don't know who is.", and with a last kiss they entered the plane, got their seats and patiently waited to arrive.

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After different stops, they walked hand in hand, in Firenze, who shined brightly under the sun in the now, late September morning.
"Is that your first time here, frog?", Olivia asked her curly headed boyfriend.
"It is here.", Harry smiled at the people, who looked curiously at them.

"Do you have anything planned for the day?", Olivia looked at the Torta Della Nonna from a shop window.
"I actually don't.", he laughed and followed Olivia's gaze.
"You're up for cake?", she nodded eagerly and the poor frog laughed.
"Let's go."

"Buongiorno, ragazzi.", a middle aged woman greeted the couple.
"Buongiorno.", Olivia smiled brightly, Harry repeated the word awkwardly.
"Vorremo una fetta della Torta Della Nonna, per favore.", Olivia looked at the other cakes and various traditional sweets.

"Certo, certo. Da portare via?", the brown haired woman asked and Olivia nodded at her words.
"Giuseppe guarda che bella coppia!", the woman exclaimed while packing the slice of cake, as a black haired man came from behind her.
"Buongiorno ragazzi.", Giuseppe smiled warmly at them.
"Ecco a voi.", Harry smiled and muttered a low "grazie".

"Sono 2.70€ ragazzi.", Giuseppe gave the little bag to Harry, as Olivia payed for the cake.
"Arrivederci!", Harry told them, proving Olivia - who was shocked - that his italian accent wasn't so bad at all.

Harry took the slice of cake out of the paper bag and took a bite of it, moaning at the incredible, yet so simple, taste.
"This is so good.", he closed his eyes, enjoying.
"I wouldn't know.", Olivia rolled his eyes and Harry's went wide, before he gave the slice to her.
"Shit, this is really good.", she agreed.

"Where to, next?"
"I just know that we're not leaving Italy without eating an ice cream.", he told her.
"And pizza?"
"And pizza."

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"This is so pretty! Why don't we move here? Wouldn't that be amazing?!", Harry exclaimed as he looked at the park in front of him.
"Indeed, but what about you? Your italian is so...", Olivia tried to find an appropriate adjective for his italian knowledge.
He rolled his eyes.
"It's not that bad. I can learn.", she looked at him.

"What about your accent?"
"I don't give a flying fuck. You're with me, that's all that matters.", Harry smiled proudly and kissed Olivia's head.

"Let's go eat a pizza, a gelato and actually go away. We don't have much time left.", both frowned at Harry's words.
"Thank you for the best day in my life.", Olivia reached to kiss his pink lips.
"Wait untill we're getting married.", Harry winked and after eating a pizza Margherita and having a few laughs with the waiter, they ate a gelato.

Dolci Note for both, and with that they flew away.

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My beautiful readers!
I'm back with a new #Harry'sLateSaturday , for which I slightly apologize.

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Short Lil' Questions:

1.) What was your favourite part of the chapter?

1.a.) Why?

2.) What is your opinion on Italy?

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Merci for reading, answering and everything else.

I love you with my whole heart,
belle. xx

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Published the 16th of September 2018.