"Sure, Can I have a slice of chorizo pizza?"

I never saw him as a pizza guy, but damn this boy was full of surprises.


The old lady nodded and went to take a pizza for him. He was about to get his credit card, but I beat him by giving mine to the old lady.

"For both of the tapas." I said and then looked at him smirking. "Gotta be faster Vasilios." I teased.

He looked amused up at me, but didn't say anything. The old lady gave me my credit card back and the tapas.


"Have a nice day dear." she said sweetly.

"Thank you." I gave Flynn his tapa and we walked out of the shop.


After we finished eating our tapas we had a really nice walk down to La Rambla, I can remember when I used to come here with Larissa. The street restaurants here sells the most delicious foods.

We passed the magic fountain and all the other touristic places like the Passeig de Gracia, Gothic Quarter, and the Triomphe Arch. It was so much fun until Flynn gave some lost tourist the wrong directions. After I punched him in his stomach for the fifth time he stopped doing that and politely told the tourist that he didn't know.

The last thing we did was shopping. Flynn was not really fond of shopping, because he was moping around the store glaring and scaring customers away. I hurriedly chose some souvenirs for Reina and Ximena and then exited the store, before the owner would kick Flynn out for scaring his customers away.

"Did you had fun?" Flynn asked when we returned back to his car. He gave the shopping bags to the driver, so he could put it in the trunk.

"It was a lot of fun, thanks for bringing me here."

"My pleasure." He motioned to the driver that we were ready to go.

"Are we going to the airport now?"

He nodded. "Do you need to stop somewhere else?"

I shook my head. "No."

We drove to the airport and when we arrived the plane was already waiting for us. I grabbed my bag and stepped out of the car. The same flight attendant waited for us.

"Good morning Miss Malik and Mr Vasilios." she greeted us with a broad smile.

"Good morning Allison." I greeted back. I walked inside and was about to sit on the same spot in front, but Flynn grabbed my hand and dragged me to the back.

"Sit with me." was all he said.

I plopped down next to him and let out an annoyed huff. "Why Vasilios?"

"I need some entertainment." he stated.

I rolled my eyes. "I didn't got a good night sleep last night, why would you think I would entertain you?"

..........

Flynn Vasilios P.O.V


I don't know what came over me when I brought her to the Plaça de Catalunya.

But her smile.

The happy glow on her face.

When I saw how sad she was when we left her Aunt's place, I panicked. I don't even know why, but I felt it was my job to make her happy. So I did what any other man would do to make his lady happy. I quickly googled places to visit in Barcelona and Plaça de Catalunya popped up.

I hated to visit places like that. It's so crowded with a shit ton of tourists. And then, the goddamn pigeons. A million of them.

But seeing the smile on Jill's face made everything better. The happiness in her blue-green eyes kissed away every single thing I didn't like about that place.

Even that disgusting pizza.

It's scary how much I'm willing to do for her. From visiting a place I would never go to eating foods I despise.

Only to see her happy. Only to see her smile.

I looked at her. Her head was on my shoulder and she was humming an unfamiliar song. We were already an hour in the air. Her hair draped graciously on my shoulder and face. Every Time I breathed, a strand of hair entered my mouth.

I was not complaining. I could stay like this a lifetime.

I just needed her.

Her scent.

Her presence.

Her laughter.

Her.

All I need, All I will ever need.

When did I become like this? Love-fucking-sick.

I never thought I could get attached to a girl. But then Jill came along. And not like any other girl.

No, she had to come into my life in the form of a goddamn one night stand. When I said, she was something else, I meant it.

She was different, unique. Something-completely-fucking-else.

"Hey Jill." I whispered softly, a strand of hair entering my mouth. Blah! I brought my hand to my mouth to pull away the strand of hair that was stuck on my tongue. Gross.

This was the time. I couldn't hold this anymore.

I needed to tell her. She needed to know the truth.

"Mmh." she replied.

"I need to tell you something."

"I'm listening."

I took a deep breath. I hope she will not run away.

We are in the air, she can't go anywhere, unless she has a death wish I whispered to myself.

She can't runaway from you. It was time I tell her the truth and hope she remembers me. Or hope she loves me back.

Hoping she can give me a chance.

Hoping she can forgive me that I had left her before she woke up.

Without a note.

Without saying who I was.

What if she doesn't love me back?

"Do you remember the night in Milan?" I asked, closing my eyes from fear.

I don't want to see her reaction.

But she hadn't reacted, so I assumed she was waiting for me to continue. It was now or never.

"The one night stand? I don't know if you can remember it, but I can. I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry that I had left you.. If I knew you wou--,"

I opened my eyes when I heard soft snoring. My hands were sweaty as well as my forehead.

I looked over at Jill and she was peacefully sleeping. My heart stopped for a moment.

That's why she didn't reply, she was asleep.

I let out a huge sigh and covered her with my jacket. My hands were still clamp from my confession. Well, almost confession.

I guess I had to wait to tell her another time.

When she's awake.

When she can answer the question I was burning to ask her.