The day I decided to change my life

Chapter 39: Nico

Luca's P.O.V

19 months later

And eventually we did. We stopped talking.

Promises seemed to be nothing when distance came into the picture. I didn't come visit either. Life and work got in the way.

I glanced at Nico as he grabbed his suitcase from the baggage claim.

"Dude, why is mine taking so long?"

"Because yours is probably flying to Singapore by now." He said in that strong French accent of his. I told him the moment we set foot into the airport we had to speak in English.

Nico was my roommate back in Paris. He was a musician, an artist, a photographer. A free spirit, as he said. He was loaded, so he could afford it.

"You're so funny." I scrunched up my nose. "If I loose it, you're giving me yours."

He stared at me out of the corner of his eyes as if I was crazy. "I'm half of you." And he was true. He was lean and tall, his dark curly hair and blue eyes going with his Parisian, mysterious and bohemian look.

"God, there it is." I sighed in relief. "I was already picturing myself with those slips you like to wear." That was when he wasn't going commando.

"They're comfortable."

"They're disgusting."

"Ta gueule." He showed me his middle finger. That was internationally understood.

We walked towards the Uber that was waiting for us outside and got in. We were both really different but we got on really well.

Nico stayed quiet most of the time, listening to whatever stories got out of my mouth at the moment. He didn't mind it though, he said it was interesting listening to other people. He also thought I was funny and kind of crazy, so I think what he really enjoyed was laughing at my stupidity in his head.

"You're specially talkative today." He pointed out. "Is that a word?" He cocked his head.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I know. I'm nervous." I rubbed my hands and bounced my legs frantically as I stared out the window, briefly glancing at him when he gave me one of his uncertain looks. "It's been a long long time since I left. I'm nervous about seeing everyone again, how's everything gonna be..."

Ace and the guys visited me two times in the past 19 months, so I spent two full weeks with them. Three for Ace, since he spent two weeks with me in the summer, the second week visiting other cities in France apart from Paris. My aunt and Aiden also visited. I hadn't seen the girls, though. Martina was too busy with her new job and her brother having a baby. I understood, though. I was eager to see her.

When I referred to the girls, let's be fucking honest. I was wondering how was Riley. I couldn't care less about the rest. How had she been doing? Did she miss me as much as I did?

Did she still have feelings for me?

God knows I did. Mon Dieu. I just couldn't take her off my mind.

I knew I was in love with her when I left. I just didn't know until what point. Now that I had spent so many days without her, I knew it with certainty.

She was it for me.

I couldn't imagine myself with another person. I didn't even try anything with other girls in Paris. I didn't want to. They weren't like her. And I felt so fucking stupid for all the things I did to her. She didn't deserve to be treated the way I treated her. She was so pure, so innocent, so good-hearted. She had been through so much, and I actually made it worst for her.