Fall in Deep

10 - Italy!!

I don't really like plane rides, which was weird cause I travelled a lot. I don't mind it when we are in the air, but I hate landing and taking off.

This was no exception, even though I had the love of my life next to me.

I gripped the armrest tightly I tried to focus on my music but it was nearly impossible. Through my deep breaths and closed eyes, a hand rested on my hand. I looked up to see Z watching me worriedly.

She smiled when I looked at her.

"You don't like flying?" She asked. Her voice soothed my body, sending a chill of relief down my spine.

I breathed a sigh of relief,

"No, I hate taking off and landing," I replied as I looked out the window to see the clouds.

Daya took my hand off the armrest and untwined our fingers together. I smiled thankfully and she rested her head on my shoulder.

We had had Nando's pancakes for breakfast but we were having lunch on the plane. The food was fine but I would've preferred chick-fil-a.

I had another panic session as we landed but we didn't die and got off the plane safely.

"Remember, tomorrow on set, you had no idea Leo was gunna be on set, you just came to support me and have a short break," I reminded Z and she nodded.

We sat on the seats, waiting for the conveyor belt to start taking the luggage to us. Z had her head on my shoulder and we were sharing earbuds.

When we left the airport, the flashes of cameras swarmed us. I sighed as I realised it was the paparazzi.

We quickly packed the suitcases in the back of the Uber and started on our way to the hotel. The driver recognised us and fan-girled the entire drive but other than that it was a peaceful drive.

While texting my brother to let him know the flight was fine, an article popped up on my phone. I showed Z the pictures of us coming out the building after the flight.

"Already?!" She said and I nodded and sighed in response.

When we got to the hotel we started unpacking and after what felt like ages, we were finally finished and good to grab some food.

"Where do you wanna eat?" I asked Daya

"Hmm, I don't know, how about a pizza restaurant to embrace the food of Italy," she said over dramatically. I rolled my eyes but said,

"Yeah, ok,"

We walked down the street hand in hand, not worrying about the paparazzi taking pictures of us.

The food was amazing but it wasn't a big meal so we decided to go to the supermarket and grab some ice cream to have back at the hotel.

"Do you speak any Italian?" Z asked me

"un po 'perché i miei cugini sono italiani ma non parlo bene," I said to confuse her.

She stared at me in bewilderment.

"Sorry, repeat that in a language I can speak please?"

"A little bit because my cousins are from Italy but I'm not fluent."

"Ok, so you know the word for ice cream?"

"Trust me, I've learnt the word for ice cream in every language so no matter where I am I can always get ice cream."

"That pretty smart, what ice cream in Spanish then?"

"Umm...creamo de ice?" I guessed. Z looked at me unimpressed.

"Ok, maybe I lied but i know it in a few languages. Italian is gelato,"

She rolled her eyes and grabbed the ice cream from the fridge in the shop. We paid and walked back to the hotel.

By the time we got back, there was yet another article, this time with a picture of us holding hands in the street. I sighed and sat down on the bed.

Z sat next to me and lent over to read the article. She sighed as well.

"Well, at least they can't see in this room." She said suggestively. "We have the whole room to ourselves, completely private," I smirked and bit my lip at her words.

I put my phone on the desk and turned my attention to her.

Haha do you know what happens next? Sorry if any of the translations aren't correct, I don't actually speak Italian, surprise! 729 words.