Louis Tomlinson's Love Story // l.t

Chapter Twelve: I'm in the Mood For Dancing

  

EDITED

Title of chapter from: I'm In the Mood for Dancing by the Nolans

PICTURE: EMILY 

-Felicity .x

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Chapter Twelve: I'm in the Mood for Dancing

The first thing I noticed about Italy was that a lot of the women weren't how I had imagined them to be. Most of them didn't have Angelina Jolie cheekbones or didn't wear red stilettos like in The Devil Wears Prada. They were gorgeous, but a normal kind of pretty.  With natural smiles and dark hair. 

I thought all this as I made my way down to the lobby for breakfast. James the concierge was there, leaning against the reception desk. He wasn't in uniform - he wore jeans and a black, trendy trenchcoat. When he saw me, he smiled.

"Buongiorno, Emily," He said, offering me a wave. I smiled. 

"Buongiorno," I said, walking over to him. "The concierge code of dress has certainly changed a bit since yesterday."

"It's actually my day off," He said, "Where are your companions?" 

"Louis and Eleanor? They're still asleep. And normally, I would be too, but I'm in Rome! I've wanted to visit Rome my whole life and now I'm here!" I beamed. "I want to be totally touristy. I want to throw a penny in the Trevi Fountain and - and see the Colosseum." 

"Alone?" He raised an eyebrow. 

"I guess," I said. "I'll just grab some breakfast first. Do you recommend anywhere?" 

He paused. "There's this gorgeous café a few streets away. I could - I could take you there." 

"Oh God, no. Don't let me trouble you on your day off."

"Please, it would be my pleasure. I could take you to the Trevi Fountain and all the places you want to see. Before working here, I was actually a tour guide. So I could really offer you the full experience. Free, of course." He smiled sheepishly. "If you want." 

I was still a little doubtful. "But it's your day off."

"There's no other way I'd rather spend it." 

Despite myself, I smiled. "Okay. If you're sure." 

"I am. Are you ready to go now or do you want to grab anything?"

I patted down my pockets. I had my phone and my purse. 

"Ready," I said. 

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"Is this it?" I asked. 

"Yeah," He said. "It's one of my favourites." 

We were standing outside a café called A Touch of Roma. It looked quite stylish and expensive, but right now I was too busy feeling happy to worry about my budget. People were sitting under white umbrellas at iron wrought tables laughing and enjoying themselves. And there were no postcards like this, of life. Of happiness. 

We sat down at a free table and a waiter approached us. "Can I please have Bianco Frizzante?" James asked the waiter, not bothering to use his fluent Italian. "Two glasses."

I raised an eyebrow. "It's nine in the morning and we're having wine?" 

"Yeah, but this wine is fantastic. It's so good that it's perfectly acceptable to have it at any time of the day."