Wicked Little Games {Harry Styles/Zayn Malik}

It Started In A Coffee Shop

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               I didn't think so many would comment on my story! So I've finally updated, been kind of busy with school and final exams, and I'm just stressing out, running all over the place. So here's the next part to "Wicked Little Games" and I hope you guys enjoy.

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            The instant Luciana fluttered open her green eyes, she instantly hated her life.

         Her head was pounding, like the beat to a drum and her mouth was dry as the Sahara dessert. She let out a groan of pain, as she heard her alarm go off. The sound was similar to a sledgehammer banging into her skull over and over again. She rolled over in her bed and slammed the snooze button on her alarm clock before pulling her duvet over her head, shielding her precious eyes from the evil sun rays coming through her window. 

      Luciana regretted drinking a heavily amount of alcohol last night. She hated how the next day, her mouth would still taste like tequila or vodka and how her hair smelled like the inside of a chimney. Using all of her strength, she stumbled towards her bathroom, almost tripping over her own two feet. She was glad to see that no men were in her flat, since she usually had a habit of bringing home strangers every time she had one to many drinks.

      She peeled off the black dress she wore the night before and slept in, before stepping into the shower. The warm water spraying all over her body felt like she was swimming in the rivers of heaven. She washed away the smell of smoke and soot from her hair, and rubbed away the make-up from the night before. She wrapped her white, fluffy, robe around herself and toweled off her long hair, making her way back into her room changing into warm clothes.

     She entered her kitchen, instantly scouring through her cabinets in search of some coffee to remedy her pounding headache. When she found none, she scowled before slamming the cabinet door shut. Good thing there was a coffee shop a block away from her flat or she wouldn't know what to do. She grabbed her coat and locked the door behind her before making her way to the coffee shop.  

      Luciana "Luce" Parigi was a free spirit, always has been and always will be. Most would say she was a wild child, and was a handful. It wasn't her fault though, her family had a major influence in her life, especially her Uncle Gio who gave her tequila starting from the age of eleven. It's no wonder she was an alcoholic and couldn't say no to offered drinks by handsome young men.   

   The dark-haired, green-eyed beauty was born and raised in Italy until her family decided to move from her cultural and humid tropical city of Florence to the cold, windy days of London, when she was fourteen. Unlike most teenage girls her age, she didn't throw a tantrum or start to cry, well she would admit their was a bit crying involved not that she would tell anyone, but she accepted the move. Lucianna loved being in new places and meeting new people. To her the move was just another great adventure.

      Now back to the mission at hand, getting coffee.

      Luciana weaved through the throng of people on the crowded sidewalk, wrapping her coat tighter around herself. It was the beginning of December, already the temperature had dropped a couple of degrees lower and snow covered the streets of London. Christmas was a few weeks away, people already buying presents for their family and loved ones. Unlike other people who would start their Christmas shopping earlier, Lucianna always waited until the last minute to do hers. She was a major procrastinator.

     The bells chimed overhead as she entered the coffee shop. Twinkling lights hung from overhead and on the walls. On the right side of the cafe was a authentic Christmas tree, with fake presents underneath it. Overall the cafe looked as if Santa Clause himself came and decorated the whole place.