Fiore Lombardi is forced to move to the United Kingdom when she was just a small child. Originally born in Venice, she returns back to Italy at the age of 18 only to discover that her childhood friends and potential lovers have grew to become a famo...
Aunt Kitty was stood across from the street. Oh no, no, no! Piero looked in the direction I was looking in and placed his hand on my shoulder. He knew who she was, his eyes changed to coldness, dark and brave. Kitty started to approach us, and I clinged to Piero. Aunt Kitty was nasty to us, even to my father. She hit me when I was little, my father argued with her constantly as she tried to take control of my life and wanted me to be her own daughter. My father was planning to place a restraining order on her. Yet, we decided to move country instead of making the situation worse with her.
"Well, if it isn't my little niece." She smiled evilly, "Coward enough to not face your loving aunt?"
"You're nothing to her." Piero snarled, "My amore hates you."
"Piero Barone, well isn't this exciting. Trying to protect my little flower." She laughed at him, then turned ice cold, "Hand her to me."
When she went to reach out for me, I held onto Piero tighter. He pushed me further behind him, but her hand didn't get far. Someone grabbed onto her hand. I opened one eye to see....
"Gianluca!" I screamed out, and Ignazio joined us from behind.
"We've been watching you, Kitty Taide." Ignazio snapped.
"We suggest that you get lost, don't show your face here again!" Gianluca added.
Kitty forced her hand out of Gianluca's grip and walked off in a huff the other direction. Gianluca and Ignazio made sure that she was a safe distance away from me. Melissa and Katia soon also rushed up to us to see if we were okay.
"Oh my gosh! Did she hurt you?" Melissa gasped.
"No, she barley touched me." I sighed in response.
"Come, amore." Piero talked, "Let's get back to your house. I'm sure you'll be safer there."
"Okay." I replied, I forced a smile on my face that put his expression at ease.
I saw the tension leave Piero's shoulders as we all caught a taxi and arrived back at my house in record time.
My father was waiting for us as soon as we arrived at my home. I wasn't ready to face him yet, so I slipped my shoes off by the front door and immediantly headed for my room. However, as I started to climb the staircase, when I reached half way, I felt a sudden unease in my stomach. I clenched it tightly in attempt to not scream out in agony. I attempted to walk to rest of the way. Come on Fiore! Almost there! I tried to motivate myself but I ended up falling to my knees in complete agony. Piero rushed to my side and tried to pull me off the stairs, but I refused to move. Tears were forming at the side of my eyes as I clinged onto Piero's arms to lift me up from the stairs. I continued to cling to him as he assisted me to the top of the stairs. Immdeitantly, I ran to the bathroom. Pushing the door open in a rush, I stumbled to the toilet...
You all know what happened next. I threw up. It was so intense that Piero had to give me breathing excercises to prevent me from throwing up again.
He lifted me back up, and took me to my room to lay me down. I could hear my father downstairs calling for a doctor. Piero adjusted my pillows behind my head as I felt myself being pulled into a deep sleep. I rested my eyes for a while, not wanting to be disturbed by anyone...
When I woke up, my curtains had been drawn back, and I was tucked away under the covers of my bed. Glancing around the room, it was dark. But, when I looked to my left, Piero was sat at my desk chair, asleep. I couldn't help but let out a soft giggle, as I reached out to place my hand on his. He fidgeted in my grasp, as his eyes opened slowly. Letting out a yawn, he streched his arms over his head and looked at me with the most adorable sleepy eyes I've ever seen. I smiled at him, and he couldn't help but smile back. That's when he reached out for me, holding onto my hands firmly as he got under my bed covers with me. I didn't resit the urge to snuggle up to him. He accepted me in his warm embrace, and I could feel myself just falling back asleep when he began to talk to me.
"Fiore..." He whispered softly.
"What is it, Piero?" I questioned him, my voice also soft in return.
"Have you considered that... your sickness may be due to pregnancy." He asked me, attempting not to hurt me with his figure of speach.
"Piero," I giggled at him, as I leant up on my elbows to look him in the eyes, "I have not ever had sex with anyone."
"Not even a one time thing?"
"No, never." I replied with a gentle laugh, "I think I may have eaten something bad, that's all." I reassured him.
"Good, because if you were pregnant I probably would've overreacted." He replied.
"If I was, I'd be sure to tell you as soon as I found out." I continued, that's when he added more questions.
"I want to ask you something, and I won't judge you for saying no. Okay, amore?" He added.
"Piero, you know you can always ask me anything." I smiled, and he cupped my cheek in his palm, drawing back some strands of my hair behind my ear.
"I'd like it if you could be my girlfriend." He asked me, and I couldn't help but gasp at his question, "Too soon?"
I had no words. Honestly, my mind went blank. I didn't think as the words blurted out of my mouth in such a hurry to answer him.
"Of course!" I cheered, "Oh Piero of course. But, what about the dates I have with Gianluca and Ignazio?"
"I'll explain to them. Don't you worry." Piero reassured me, "Listen, we go back on tour tomorrow. I want you to wait for me okay? Be here when I get back."
"Amore, I won't be going anywhere."
" Fiore, la mia dolce farina. Ti amo così tanto, sei il mio unico e solo grande amore." He spoke to me in Italian.
" Piero, scusa se lo dico male, ma sono contento di essere considerato il tuo grande amore. Ti aspetterò qui, e quando tornerai per Natale, potremo passare l'intera giornata insieme al mio amore." I spoke back, giving a giggle as I speak Italian, my first language since I was born.
"Your Italian is coming back." He smiled to me.
"Yes, I've been learning again from my grandmother. She's helping me regain my lost language." I replied to him
We lay there for a while, just looking each other sharing smiles.
---------------------------------------------------- Before I knew it, December had already started. Piero was packing his bags as he left his stuff in my room. I leaned against the door frame as I watched him grab his suitcase and pack it to its full capacity.
I headed downstairs, walking into the living room to sit down and think to myself for a while about not being able to see Piero until Christmas. That's when the door bell rang. I got up from my chair and opened the door in a hurry to see Gianluca and Ignazio waiting there. I called out to Piero from the door as he came rushing down with his suitcase.
"Do you really need all that stuff?" I asked him, but he brushed off my answer.
"Now now Fiore, he'll be fine." my father reassured me.
"My amore, remember our promise. I'll be back as soon answers I can. Till then, I'll text you everyday." Piero spoke to me for the last time.
I gave him one final kiss goodbye, and with the front door closing...
I saw his silhouette fade away...
"Until then, my Piero..."
To be continued
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