Tori

Ch 20

Tori’s POV

I wake up on the floor of Louis’s place. All I can smell is him. I hate it. It’s making me crazy. I get up take all of the clothes of mine which are laying all around. I take my toothbrush. As I leave I see the polaroid we took in venice. I take it and put it on the pocket of my sweater. With that I leave.
         I start running through the roads of Chioggia. With Cool Kids from Echosmith blasting in my ears I see everyone around, couples walking, mothers screaming something I don’t understand to their kids, a nice old couple is walking hand by hand. I miss Louis, but this time it was too much.

I see a very nice bookstore. There is nothing I love more than going in to old bookstores; they are nothing like the ones at the mall. I find a copy of House of Usher and Other Collected Works by Edgar Allan Poe. It is my favorite book and it is in Italian. “Ciao, il mio nome é Niccolo” He raises his hand so I’ll shake it. “Oh I’m sorry I don’t really speak Italian.” He is handsome; I see it. With gray eyes, and brown hair. He has a nice tan too. “Oh an American” He says with an accent. “Yeah, Hi my name is Tori. It’s a pleasure.” I shake his hand. “You know that book you have in your hands is my favorite book.” He says. “Yeah it is really good. It’s actually my favorite book too.” I smile. “Beautiful and with good taste in books, you must have a lover.” He awaits but I don’t know the answer.

“No I don’t.” I say. He grins. “What’s that on your neck then?” I blush. “Would you pretend to believe me if I said it was a bruise?”

“Why not, but then you would owe me your number” He hands me his phone. I type my number.

“You should know that I leave in two weeks though.”

“I have a party tomorrow do you appreciate the idea?”

“Sure can I bring two friends?”

“That’d be lovely. Are you staying at a hotel?”

“Yeah, the ML hotel.”

 “Alright have a lovely night. It was a pleasure. I’ll send you the information.” He kisses my hand, and with a wink he leaves.

I go ahead, and buy the book. With this I finish my exercise, so I walk back to the hotel. The doorman opens the door and says hello I reciprocate. Walking into the lobby, I appreciate everything. The fountain in the middle of it all, it is huge. Here is the thing I never get about fountains though. Why are the angels always naked? And why does the water always come from the pennis of an angel? Dude like I don’t get it. To me it’s vulgar, but whatever floats your boat. I enter the elevator, and as the door is about to close someone puts their feet on the way and comes in. It is Valentina. So nice just who I wanted to see today,  NOT. The doors start to close again, and this time Louis gets in with a bottle in his hand. He reeks of alcohol. Well fucking shit, I was starting to have such a beautiful time. He looks at me then looks at her. “Valentina, could you please wait for the next elevator?” He says and she nods. “Actually I was just getting out, so don’t worry Valentina, stay right where you are.” I smile. “Valentina leave. You stay.” She leaves. “I don’t take fucking orders from you, and less when you are drunk.” I turn around to leave, but the doors are already closed. Louis pushes the stop button. “Louis I really don’t want to talk right now. We are done. I don’t want this drama please. We knew it wasn’t going to work, so let’s just leave it were it was, and get over it.” I say exhausted. “Are you done?” He leans in and kisses me the butterflies in my stomach go crazy, and as it always is with him I want more. He pulls my V neck down, and shows me the hickey he made earlier today, when we were all happy and gushy. “You see this Tori?” I look at him. “This means you’re mine. And do you see these?” He takes his shirt off. “This means I’m yours.” He takes my hand, and puts it on top of where his heart is. His heart is racing.  “So no we can’t just leave it. We can’t just forget it. We can’t just stop it. It’s not that easy. I love you, and I won’t make it that easy.” I think about it for a moment. I take the bottle from his hand. “I already told you I don’t like you drinking like this.” I say.