The Only Exception | W2S

TWENTY(!).

Kon turns off the camera, laughing away, and even Harry is laughing and the atmosphere is light, and funny, and I join in too. 

I don't miss the way I catch myself looking at Harry laughing. It's pure, it's innocent, and it's - well, attractive. Nonetheless, I bottle all of those thoughts up, and hide them away, to join all of the other's, somewhere very deep down, in the hope that they'd soon be forgotten. 

Filming hadn't taken too long at the place we were staying - which was absolutely insane. It was a villa, entirely for us. And Kon. And the team who were looking after us during our stay. 

Harry's room was incredible - it even included stairs, and a private pool. And a balcony. Mine was a little inferior, but still amazing. I had my own balcony, which was appreciated, and a walk-in shower. It was a shame we were only here for two nights. 

"Right, night guys. I'll come check you're both awake tomorrow," Kon tells us both, standing up a stretching. 

"Six, right?" Harry double checks, tapping his cigarette, ash falling into the tray. 

"Yep. Car will be leaving at half six," he reminds us, before leaving us alone outside in the humidity. 

"So," Harry drawls, taking another toke of his cigarette. "What do you think of Italy so far?" He asks, sounding genuinely interested. 

"I love it," I admit, just taking in the view, even if it was dark outside. "It just...I don't know how to explain it. It feels special, you know? This is the third country I've visited and...it might just be my favourite already."

He almost looks surprised. "Wow, even beating Paris?" 

I nod. "Paris was great, don't get me wrong, but I've kinda always wanted to come to Italy. I don't know why, so don't ask, I just have. Now I'm here...well, it hasn't disappointed so far."

He nods, taking in my words. "If I can give you one piece of advice," he says, sounding serious, "go easy on the Maradonna Spritz's," he finishes, now laughing away to himself. 

I got the reference straight away. He'd shown me a clip of him, Josh, and Ethan drinking Maradonna Spritz's in a video a while back.

"I'm going to respectfully ignore that advice. Now I'm here, it would be rude not to indulge in the...local culture. Plus, when have I ever appeared on this channel and not had any alcohol?" I retort, finishing my own cigarette. 

He shrugs, but smiles "Fair play. Don't say I didn't warn you, though."

"Wanna make a bet?" I ask suddenly, turning to face him. 

He looked intrigued. "What kind of bet are we talking about?"

"Who can drink, and survive the most Maradonna Spritz's tomorrow," I tell him, knowing he'd agree, because he's a competitive person who loves to drink. 

"Deal. What does the winner get?" He asks, always business minded. 

"Uh...the satisfaction of knowing they're an alcoholic?" I offer, and he just laughs, shaking his head. 

"Fine. I'll win, though. So don't get offended when I don't take it easy on you."

"I wouldn't want it any other way," I tell him truthfully. "But you're not gonna win, just so you know."

He claps his hands together. "Well, I like a good competition. I better head off to bed, I fucking hate early mornings," he tells me, trying and failing to hide a yawn.

"Yeah, me too. Well, I don't hate early mornings, but I am exhausted," I agree, standing up from the chair, following him back into the villa. 

Our rooms are adjacent, so we walk back through the unnecessarily huge villa to get to the bedroom area.