Harry & Catalina's paths align as they make their own individual journey of healing. Both grieving the loss of parents, they travel to fulfill the dream road trip their parents never got to have.
The final destination, Italy.
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📍 Amsterdam — 2020
We had arrived in Amsterdam, settling into our cute little flat, two floors worth of space that belonged to just us while we were here. I sat on the floor in my bedroom, looking over at myself in the mirror. I had worked on smoothing my hair out with a hair straightener. Simple nude lips, small dainty gold earrings to pair with my black puff sleeved top and jeans. It was our first official night out on this trip and I decided I would put effort into how I looked
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There was a soft knock on my door and I turned my body to face it, "Come in."
The door pushed open, Harry appearing in the entryway, dimples perfectly imprinted on both his cheeks. He wore a striped navy and white knit sweater, white loose linen pants, rolled up to reveal white and light blue checkered vans. Two curls framed his forehead, hair attempting to stay settled. He was out of a movie, a walking Gus Everette.
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"You ready for our first night out on the town?" He said, crossing his leg in front of the other, leaning against the door frame.
"I am actually, I feel like I haven't been out, out in a long while. Definitely overdue." I smiled at him, turning off my straighter, unplugging it and standing up.
