Reality's Secrets | Il Volo FanFic

Chapter 2

"Tiberio!" I called out to him, as his Gianluca look-a-like face turned around.

The only difference I knew between the two was their eye colour and eyebrow shape. Gian had hazel brown eyes, whereas my brother has amber eyes. He was born with an rare eye colour, and it's allowed me to easily spot him in the crowd, even if he does wear his sunglasses to block the colour. Gian has never really said about my brother slightly looking like him, and it does get confusing when you're walking in the street thinking it's either Gian or Tiberio, but I'm so used to it that I can easily pick out who it is I can see walking ahead of me.

"Katia? Is that you?" Tiberio smiled, hurriedly crossing the street to meet us. He gave me a deep hug and then turned his attention to me, "Well, my sister wasn't kidding when she said we looked like each other."

"I know, it's a coincidence isn't it?" Gianluca chuckled, as the began to shake hands, "It's very nice to meet you at last. Katia hasn't introduced me to much of her family seeming as we've been together for so long now."

"Gian, I've told you." I sighed heavily, taking the tension off my shoulders, "I've kept you away from them for all the right reasons."

"Reasons that you need to reflect on quickly, Katia." Tiberio frowned, causing me to look up at him in confusion, "Our father, he's on the look for you again."

"How long has he been looking for me this time?" I asked him, stealing a quick glance around the area, "How long Tiberio!?"

"Months, probably years. When he found out of Fiore and Piero on the news, he went crazy. He went crazy knowing that you were with them and started to continue his search for you."

"What happened between you and your father, Kat?" Gian frowned, holding me firmly by the shoulders. He looked like he was ready to be the protective one.

"Here isn't the place or time, Gian. Is it alright if I crash in your hotel room for a while?"

"Well, of course, it is!" Gian quickly answered, making me notice that cute blushing face once more, "Tiberio, I'll arrange somewhere for you to stay."

"No, it's quite alright. I'm staying at my wife's house. She lives just up the street from here so it isn't that much far to walk."

"Since when did you get married?" I chuckled, playfully hitting his shoulder, "Tiberio De Luca, where are the children then?"

"Myself and my wife haven't been able to try, but it's alright. We like our life like this. Staying safe away from the cruel world is just what we both need at this time."

"Alright, Tib. It was nice seeing you, keep in contact with me about dad will you?" I called out to him, seeing his faint thumbs up in the distance.

Walking away in the other direction, Gian told me about what he had been up to recently in the world of Il Volo. I stole secret glances at him every second I could get, and holding his hand in mine didn't feel real. It was strange to believe that Gianluca is older than he looks. When I met him in 2014, he looked older. But now to think that we're both 32. It's like Gian is 20 all over again. I wish I could go back to those times, where myself and Gianluca would wander around the streets of Venice for what felt like hours. But, with both of our career success, we both know how much little time we both spend with each other now due to this.

I often find myself thinking about things. Things about our future, what would it lead to. Will children ever come into mine and Gianluca's life just like Piero and Fiore? Or will it just remain the two of us until death? I frequently ask myself these questions when Gian is away because I often get the guilty feeling that I've put him away from coming home, to see me.  I know that I really shouldn't be asking myself these questions, but I do! Everyone probably asks themselves these questions when they're feeling low, or even without realizing that it could lead to a potential future if you keep on thinking about it.