Harry
"So this is the stage floor. This is where all of the games would take place-"

"I feel like a fucking Gladiator right now," Louis whispered excitedly.

I turned to him and pretended to slice him with an invisible sword. He immediately leapt into action and the two of us engaged in a silent gladiator battle like a pair of five year olds.

"Now if you'll follow me we'll head up to top of the Colosseum..." Our tour guide said in her thick Italian accent. She shot Lou and I a disapproving glare before walking past us.

"Oi. Did you see Josh's text?" Whispered Liam as we began following the woman.

"Text?" I frowned. I quickly whipped out my phone to see a text from Josh.

From J Devine: you will never guess who I just ran into...
To J Devine: the Pope?
From J Devine: Thalia

I stopped dead in my tracks. Thalia. Thalia Kalfis? Of course It was Thalia Kalfis, what other Thalia's do I know? Was she still in Rome? How did I not know about this? But how would I know? I haven't talked to her in a year. Exactly one year.

I stalked her a few times on social media, flipping through her pictures like a total creep. I knew Niall would tell me if I asked however I didn't want to seem desperate. He and Kenzie have been not so subtle about wanting us to get back together. But of course Kenzie would want us back together - Thalia's her sister.

"Haz are you coming?" Asked Louis. I jogged up to them and quickly flashed Louis the text. He immediately abandoned any effort towards paying attention to the tour and focused all his attention on me.

"She's still here in Rome?" He hissed. "Why didn't Niall tell us?"

I shrugged. My throat had gone dry and I was having a hard time forming thoughts.

"Has she said anything to you?"

"Not a word since last year," I muttered. I wondered if this was how Paul had felt after she and her mom cut him off. It took him seventeen years to gain her trust back, and he was her father.

Truth was, I've never really gotten over Thalia. I kicked one of the Colosseum rocks angrily. The more time I spent without her the more I realized how much I lost.

Thalia wasn't a model. And she sure as hell never wanted to be famous. She was a normal girl from Birmingham, England who was too generous for her own good. She's funny, mischievous, and a bit rebellious - but she is good to the core.

We had fought and grown apart because of the decisions she had made. But looking back now I realize why she made them. She had moved out of my house and back to her flat so her three sisters rent wouldn't increase. She couldn't come visit me because she worked two jobs in order to send money back to Birmingham so her younger siblings had a shot at a good life. When the fans discovered her she took it in stride, determined to become more than just another one of my girlfriends to them. How could I have ever been so blind as to loose this girl?

"Haz...you're zoning again," Louis laughed from next to me. I blinked and turned to him in confusion as he added, "you should call her."

I shot him another bewildered look. Is he mad? "No way. That would probably just make her hate me even more."

Just then my phone began ringing and for a split second I thought it might actually be Thalia. But my shoulders dropped when a different name appeared on the screen.

"Hey Nicola," I said, dropping even further back from the group. Louis rolled his eyes.

"Harry! Have you landed in Roma yet?" Nicola cried in her thick Italian accent. Nicola was a model the boys and I met late last year. We reconnected at a recent award show and when she found out we would be in Italy, offered to tour us around.

"Yeah! We're at the colesseo now!"

"Fantastico! What are you doing tonight? I want to take you out for an aperitivo!"

"A what?"

"For food and drink!"

"Oh! Yeah that would be great!"

"I'll see you tonight then. Ciao!"

I turned to see Louis biting back a smile. After a minute he shrugged and said, "Who needs Thalia when you have an Italian model on call?"

-

"Harry!"

I looked up to see Nicola standing outside the restaurant. She looked stunning in a short dress and six inch heels. Her long brown hair had been pulled back in an elegant updo. I can't deny that she was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen.

"Nicola!" I smiled. She pulled me into a hug, kissing each of my cheeks. After saying her hellos to the rest of he boys she took my hand and led us inside.

"Alright boys. You buy one drink for 10€ and then it's...how you say a buff-et?"

I bit back a smile, "it's buffet, not buff-et."

She frowned and tested out this new pronunciation. "Buffet? That is strange."

I let out a laugh as a waiter came over to order our drinks. The food turned out to be amazing, and Niall was ecstatic at the fact that he could return as many times as he wished. We tried a variety of foods I had never heard of thankful Nicola was there to describe them all.

"Alright I have a domanda, a question, for you regazzi," Nicola smiled. We all perked up as she continued, "I know you are all done with tour soon but what are you doing for the month of July?"

Louis shrugged, "we have most of July and August open, except for a few promos and studio time we need."

"Well while you're not doing that how would you like to stay at an old Italian villa?" She asked. I frowned and looked to the boys who seemed just as confused as I was. Nicola shifted her position, her leg now brushing against mine, before saying, "Mio padre owns a large villa in Tuscany and is sick of seeing it so empty. Next week mio fratello, my brother, Marco will be coming back to visit and we're going to have so much festivities. He told me to invite whoever I want and since Laura and Charlotte can not come I'm inviting you all!"

I again looked to Louis, who was staring strait ahead attempting not to laugh at my predicament. But why should it be a predicament? It's not like I would ever run into Thalia, and if I did it's not like she would speak to me anyway.

I turned to Nicola with a smile and said, "that would be lovely!"

Then she was off, telling us all about the large villa and the grounds it sat on. She explained her family's heritage and wealth. And she even went so far as to give us gossip on her father and brother.

After nearly an hour Nicola had to leave, apparently she needed to be in Paris by morning for a photo-shoot. Before she left she lent over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, effectively leaving me feeling dazed. The second she was gone all three of the guys turned to me.

"Mate, she totally wants to fuck you," laughed Louis, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. I merely rolled my eyes in response.

"Harry are you actually going mate?" Liam asked.

"Of course he's fucking going!" Cried Lou. "You don't just pass up a month at an Italian villa with in Italian model!"

"Yeah I'll probably go," I said in answer to Liam's question. Louis fist pumped in cheer at my having gave in. "Are you all coming?"

"Fuck yeah!" Cried Louis.

"I'm down," shrugged Liam. We all turned to Niall who looked up from his phone. He had been on it ever since Nicola had invited us.

"Yeah I'm goin," he nodded. "Hopefully Kenz won't kill me though."

"Why do you keep saying shit like that? Kenzie is the most laid back girl I've ever met!" Cried Lou. I couldn't help but laugh.

Niall shook his head, "she don't like it when I cancel plans on her. An' Kenzie may be the nicest girl in da world but trust me ya don't want te get on her bad side!"

The three of us let out laughs at this statement.

Mackenzie Smith turned out to be the perfect girl for Niall. They had met nearly two years ago when Niall and I drove Thalia to pick up her foster sisters. I couldn't help but smile at the memory of Thalia being tackled to the ground by her younger siblings. I wondered how they were all doing. Had little Millie forgotten about me yet? Were Archie and Leo still annoying and adorable? Had Hugh and Jasper made a football team?

"Hey how's Jasper?" I asked before I could stop myself. Jasper was Mackenzie's biological brother. A year and a half ago, while Mackenzie was visiting us in New York, their father had escaped from prison and kidnapped Jasper. He had hoped to get Kenzie too but thank god he hit at the wrong week.

"Last I heard Jas was doin alright," shrugged Niall, then he broke into a smile. "Damn near gave Kenz a heart attack last New Years though. 'pparently he got like super wasted an' picked a fight with o' guy twice his size. Kenz wouldn't speak te him fer a whole week."

"Am I allowed to piss of Kenzie next time I see her?" Louis asked.

"No," frowned Niall.

"But I want to see sassy Mackenzie!"

"Just sit her next to me," I joked. All three of the guys cracked smiles.

"She's comin' here...what tomorrow?" Niall frowned then looked down at his phone for confirmation.

"Wait why is she coming here?" Quizzed Liam.

"They're little sister Tilly has a piano competition or somethin," shrugged Niall. I froze at his words. Would we have to go to this? Would I see Thalia? After a sip of beer Niall continued, "Kenz wanted me te go but it's at tha' same as our last show so..."

"Aww poor Niall," Liam teased.

"Well maybe Nicola will let you two invite your girlfriends for a romantic getaway in Tuscany," Louis mused. Niall, Liam and I frowned. Lou rolled his eyes before saying, "more couples means she can act coupley with Harry."

"Coupley?" I wrinkled my nose at the term.

"Just as long as we don't get too coupley and pull a Tommo," chuckled Liam.

"I swear to god Payno if you make one more more fucking pregnant joke..."

Niall let out his little chipmunk laugh and I couldn't help but break into a laugh as well. Thankfully the conversation turned away from Thalia and her family.

It should be easy to talk about her, but it's not. I wondered if she still thought of me. Though I doubted it. Thalia is unforgiving to those she feels wronged her, and I'm sure I've made the top of her list.

I took another sip of beer I wondering if I would ever get over her.

Notes

Poor Hazza