Reality's Secrets | Il Volo FanFic

Chapter 3

"You must take your mind off from him, Amore." Gian urged me, taking my hands into his and brushing a soft kiss across my bruised knuckles, "what happened here?"

"I was practicing my athletic skills and I fell off the treadmill. My knuckles got caught on the runner." I sighed, flinching in a small amount of pain when his fingers run over them.

"You must take care of yourself when I'm not here Katia. I can't afford to worry about you when I'm busy."

"And what's that supposed to mean?!" I raised my voice briefly, to see a smirk form on his face that soon quickly changed into a chuckle.

"It doesn't mean anything. I'm just looking out to the one I love most. Is that against the law?" Gianluca chuckled, reaching out to cup my cheeks in his palms, "But please, just try and get some rest when you know I'm gone for so long."

"When do you have to go?" I sighed, resting my forehead against his, "Gian, I don't want you to go."

"I'm not planning on leaving for a long time, Kat. I'm staying with you until you're fully rested. That's all I care about right now."

"You can't put me before the boys Gian, what would that do to your career?"

"Don't worry about me, Katia. Worry more on yourself for once."

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A couple of days later, me and Gianluca made a long trip to Bari, my hometown. We had both agreed that I would go and visit my mother. Before I had become independent and moved away from home, my mother and father divorced because of how my father acted towards my whole family. Since then, I hadn't had much contact with my mother. She never knew about Gian, and I wasn't sure if she knew about my brother being married. I sensed a feeling of guilt as I drove the car steadily. I knew that there was no turning back to Rome, however, I didn't know if I was ready to face my mother after not speaking to her. I didn't choose to never speak to her, my mother is a very busy woman in her spare time. She has her own baking business and sends me cakes every year for my birthday. I remember when I celebrated my first birthday on tour, I walked back to my dressing room to see a cake that was left for me. I was delighted that day to see my mother had left me a cake. 

When I was young, birthday celebrations were special in my family. When we moved to the United Kingdom for a short period of time. My mother would always bring me and my brother back to Italy to see people we loved dearly. I remember seeing a glimpse of a young boy, he was always at my parties with his parents. But, I never got to speak to him as when I walked over to him he would have to leave. His eyes were hazel, the same colour as Gian's. I've been wondering ever since our relationship if it was actually Gianluca during those parties. I never brought up the subject in case it wasn't him and I was just imaging it. But whenever Gian shows me photos of his younger self, it always looks like that boy. I decided to pull myself back into driving, Gian was sat in the passenger seat fast asleep. We had been traveling four over an hour and he had already fallen asleep. The journey from Rome to Bari took over 4 hours, so we decided that at the halfway stop we'd switch and I could get some rest. I didn't want to disturb Gian, and every time I stole glances at him sleeping, he would twitch, move, or open his eyes without realizing it. That's when he finally decided to wake up, with a stretch of his muscles and the loudest yawn, he adjusted his eyes to the road and then over to my face.

"Did you sleep alright? Sorry if the road was bumpy, they haven't done these roads yet." I asked him, but he didn't respond to me, "Gian? What's wrong?"

"I don't know." He sighed briefly, but soon his eyebrows drew together, "Hasn't that car been following us since Rome?"

"Gian, I think that you're just dreaming. I didn't see that car from when we left Rome."