The Only Exception | W2S

TWENTY(!).

"Well - goodnight, Holly," he says softly, stopping outside of his door. 

"Goodnight, Harry. See you in - seven hours," I grimace, as he laughs and walks into his bedroom. I don't turn away until his door clicks shut, and venture into my own room, excited, yet nervous for the day ahead. 

"Too early," I moan, rubbing at my eyes as I turn the big light on, sitting up in my bed. My phone had literally just gone off, signalling that it was six in the morning. Technically, it was five UK time, which made the whole thing even worse. 

Simultaneously, my phone pinged. 

From: Harry

You awake?

unfortunately 

I feel dead 

you probably look dead too if that helps!!

What a lovely start to the morning

yeah it has been said that i'm a moody bitch first thing in the morning

No way! I never would have guessed!

i can become a violent one too if you want??

no??

glad we settled that then 

THE EVENING. 

It had been a long day. We'd been at the Colosseum for around about two hours, then we'd played tennis, and now we had ended up at an intimate restaurant, in the centre of Rome. 

I was absolutely exhausted, or I was, until the first round of Maradonna Spritz's had hit the table. 

"So," I say, looking into the camera. "Harry and I made a bet last night to see who could drink, and survive the most Maradonna Spritz's. I have a lot of confidence, after seeing him nearly break his neck the last time he was in Italy," I grin, and Kon pans over to Harry who is shaking his head. 

"Such bullshit. I was absolutely fine that day, thank you very much."

I nod my head, in mock support. "Sure you were. Anyway, this is our first round, so wish us luck," I smile, and Kon turns the camera off. 

"Look - I gotta head off, take care of some admin stuff. You've both got cameras on you, I'll keep one recording at the table, but use those two for anything else. Sound okay?" He asks, checking both our mic's were still working. 

"We can manage, Konstantin," Harry laughs, sipping his drink. 

"Behave, both of you," he warns, giving us both one last wary look, before disappearing from the private room. 

"Ready for your first sip?" Harry asks, immediately grabbing his camera, and recording. 

"It can't be that bad," I challenge, taking a sip from the straw. Immediately I can taste about five different liquors, and my eyes scrunch up. "Fucking hell," I cough, wiping my mouth. 

Harry is absolutely wetting himself. "I told you, but you didn't listen," he chuckles, before turning the camera off. "Wanna change your mind about who will win?"

"Never," I say adamantly, shaking my head. "I don't like to lose."

He just smiles, and takes another sip from his glass, acting suspiciously casual.