based off Is There Somewhere by Halsey
type, lime
words, 1,278
spellcheck? no
He knew it was a bad thing to do but he did it anyway. Mista had a girlfriend yet he slept with you. It was a drunken mistake, or at least thats what he said on the note he left.
He completed your soul in under twenty-four hours. So let's take it back a few steps to how it happened.
You were visiting Naples from the far North of Italy to see a few friends from here. You used to live in Naples and planned on moving back once you could afford it.
You decided to get out of your hotel room and go to one of the nightclubs that littered the downtown area. You put on a deep blue two piece outfit and curled your hair, put on your heels and jewelry and headed out for the night.
Once at the bar area you took a seat on one of the leather couches, waiting for a bartender to come over to you. You placed your order, a vodka and sprite mix, and made conversation with the people in the circle of couches and chairs around the bar.
Unsurprisingly, you got a number or two from some people that you particularly enjoyed and planned to get some drinks with them the following day.
Someone rolled around that immediately caught your eye. Or rather a group of six men dressed in all designer clothing. Definitely businessmen or gang members.
One of them was especially attractive to you. He wore a beanie and a blue verzache dress shirt, quite an odd combination. He was attractive nonetheless.
So your struck up a conversation with him. You were both around the same age, he was twenty and you were nineteen years old. Great, something in common! You took a seat at the bar with him.
"So, what's a pretty gal like you doing alone here anyway?" He rested his chin on his hand and gave you a flirty look.
You gave a long and exaggerated sigh "Oh the usual, just a damsel in distress waiting for a man to sweep me off my feet and take me off into a blissful romance" you laughed at your joke.
"In all seriousness, I'm from far up North. I live in Verona with a few friends. I'm visiting because I wanna move back here, I grew up in Naples and moved with my Aunt and Uncle when I was about nine. Wanted to get outta the hotel room and see the bars, y'know?" Mista nodded.
"Yeah, I get that. I have to stay in hotels a lot for work, I hate being stuck in the rooms too" He flashed you a smile and put one of his hands on top of yours.
"What do you say we get out of here and go to your hotel? We can watch a movie or something..." Mista bit his lip and gave you innocent eyes.
You agreed and walked back with him. Honestly, you thought you might be falling for him. You spent the past three hours talking to him about your life and he told you a lot about his.
How he went from barely anything to someone who did important jobs for his work. When he got good at using a gun and what he was like as a teenager.
Back in the hotel you both sat in one of the huge king beds and watched whatever came on the TV. At around 12am a more... racy movie came on.
During one of the sex scenes you caught yourself thinking of Mista doing those things to you. Making passionate love to you until the sun rose... or alternatively fucking each other's brains out until you both gave out.
You were about to kick the thoughts aside until you felt someone's hand moving twords your inner thigh. It was Mista and he was getting... pent up for the same reason you were.
Him gripping your thigh turned into a heated makeout session with the movie playing in the background. Mista nipped your ear and whispered "Do you want me, baby? Because I want you so bad..."
"Yes" You gave him full consent for access to your body. Every inch of you was his that night.
At the end you were both a sweaty mess and still basically gasping for air. You laid your head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around your small waist. You fit together almost perfectly, like a finally completed puzzle.
"I think I'm in love" He whispered to you. Your face went pink and you felt heat in your cheeks.
"I... think I love you too, Mista. Can we do this again when I move here?" You were positively infatuated with him at this point. Somehow, you really did fall in love with him.
"Yeah, definitely... When you move here we can do this as often as you want..." Mista smiled and you feel asleep in his arms that night.
When you woke up in the morning he was gone. You checked the bathroom and mini kitchen + living room in the other room but he wasn't there. You fell apart.
But then you saw the note he left for you on the counter.
You were nothing but a drunk mistake. I have a girlfriend. Anything I said last night I did not mean in the slightest. If you move her don't try to find me.
If you attempt to come into contact with me all I'm gonna do is ignore you. I'm sorry, but I can't do this to my life.
-G. Mista
All that note did was shatter your heart into even more tiny pieces. A drunk mistake? The only thing he had all night was a champagne and whiskey on the rocks. He was far from drunk by the time you fucked, especially considering the amount of water he drunk.
Tears clouded your vision. How could you let yourself get feelings for a person in such little time? Especially at a fucking bar?
You decided to cut your time in Naples short and packed up your things. One thing he ended up leaving behind was... his beanie.
You picked it up and just stared at it for a few minutes. After debating, you put it on and with that left the hotel. You didn't want a to take a bus or a cab so you called up one of your friends to get you and bring you to at least twenty minutes out so you could collect yourself.
Your friend even agreed you looked like a wreak. Comfy shorts, sandals, a baggy band shirt and Mista's beanie along with your messy hair and messed up mascara and eyeliner made you look awful.
After leaving your friend at a checkpoint, you got a cab and returned home. Thank god your roommates were gone, because that would be a bad situation.
Meanwhile though, Mista was conflicted. He ended up leaving his beanie on purpose because his number was on the inside tag.
He was hoping you'd call him and you could maybe start something with him... He caught feelings for you but was to stubborn to come to you and face the facts because he had a girlfriend.
Mista sat next to his phone for hours waiting for you to call. It's all he did when he had free time. He held onto it for months, but never got a call.
He never thought he'd see you again. Until he swore he saw you with someone from Passione... it was his mind playing tricks on him, right?
