Summer Love ~ L.P.
Chapter 6
Liam was released from the hospital the next day. Meanwhile, Aaron was arrested for kidnapping, rape, and abuse. I didn’t know about the rape until Niall told me they’d caught him.
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Harry’s POV
A few weeks later, we found ourselves in Turin, Italy. There were several girls waiting for us by the venue, so I waved to them. There was one girl that caught my eye, though. She had curly brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. She was beautiful. I was about to go up to her when Paul moved us along.
Apparently, this girl had a front row seat at our show, because I saw her again. During my “Best Song Ever” solo, I grabbed her hand and pulled her onstage. Then, I sang to her. She looked flabbergasted the whole time.
When the song was over, I asked the girl how she liked being pulled up onstage. All she said was something in rapid Italian.
“Whoa! Slow down and speak English, love!” I said. “Not that I don’t like your Italian, but I don’t speak it, you know?”
The girl giggled. “Sorry, I speak rapid Italian when I’m excited or mad. I loved it! I especially loved how you sang to me.”
“What’s your name?”
“Layla.”
“Ah, like the song by Eric Clapton.” I sang it for her while she giggled.
(A/N: I actually don’t know how that song goes, I just know he has one called “Layla”)
“Wanna go out sometime?” I asked Layla.
“Yes, I’d love to!” Layla started shouting in Italian again.
I laughed. “Okay, then. We’re in for another show tomorrow night, so how about pizza for lunch?”
“I love pizza!”
“Then it’s settled. Meet me at Christiana’s at noon.”
“Okay!”
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Layla’s POV
The next day, I went to Christiana’s to meet Harry for our date. H was waiting for me at the door, so I got out of my car and went up to greet him.
“Ciao, Layla!” Harry said. “You look cute.”
I giggled. “Thanks. You look pretty handsome yourself.”
Harry led me inside and asked the hostess for a table for two. She took us there, and we sat down with our menus. We found what we wanted, ordered, and started chatting.
“Where are you from?” Harry asked. “Wait, don’t answer that. Turin, right?”
I laughed. “Yeah. I’m twenty and live alone. I don’t live too far from here, actually.”
“That’s cool. Do you like cats?”
“Yeah, I have two of them. Their names are Daisy and Tulip.”
“I have a pussy back in Holmes Chapel called Dusty. She’s black and white. What color are your cats?”
“They’re long-haired brown tabbies.”
We spent all of lunch talking about our cats and their antics. I found out Harry’s cat likes to play in his mom’s garden, which I thought was so funny!
After the meal, I invited Harry over to my place so we could have some “dessert”. Surprisingly, he obliged.
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Harry’s POV
After lunch, Layla invited me to her house. Knowing I had a few hours to kill before sound check, I said yes. Before I got into Layla’s car, I told the lads where I was going. Liam said that was fine, as long as I wasn’t late for sound check.