MARIGOLD |H.S. AU|

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I wake up determined to have a good day, ignoring the tension between me and Harry last night, brushing past it.

I decide I'm going to take charge of my emotions the best way I know how, by throwing myself into everything around me, losing myself in everything I have to do and want to do, avoiding all the anxieties and problems in my mess of a brain.

I throw on a pair of jean shorts and a fitted black t-shirt, something basic. I tie my hair up into a ponytail and throw on my black cap. I slip on some sliders and grab my backpack but decide to leave my phone here whilst I go and get something.

I walk to the nearest café and as it's about 9am, I can feel the sun seeping into my skin. I smile and let it cover my face, tipping my head back, enjoying the feeling of the sun on my body, overwhelming my senses once more.

Today will be a good day.

I'm glad I didn't bring my phone, I would've been distracted, and I would've missed looking out at this beautiful view, the weather and the people strolling round. I'm such a people watcher, and I genuinely forgot how much I love to walk around and just watch other people, learn as much as I can about them, and guess the rest, coming up with whole ass stories about what I think their lives are like.

If I had my phone with me, I could never of done that.

I step into the threshold of the café and grab some food, enough for two people and a little person.

They give me my food order, as well as the iced coffees I got too.

"Grazie" I politely say, smiling.

My Mum made me learn basic Italian because we were here so often, she said it was only polite to learn how to communicate with the locals if we were to spend so much time here. It was basic manners.

The woman behind the counter nods gently back at me as I hand them some cash and smile at her again before leaving the café.

I walk back into the hotel and up into my room, I grab my phone from where I left it and text Rosie, asking if she's awake.

She replies quickly and I let her know I'm coming to her room.

I grab all the food and coffee I bought and take it to their room. I knock on the door and it quickly opens, Lola standing shyly behind the door.

"Hey beautiful, can I come in?" I say gently, crouching down slightly to reach her eyeline. She's only eight, but small for an eight-year-old too.

She nods timidly and pulls the door open the rest of the way, allowing me to step in.

"Hey!" Rosie shouts, still half under the duvet and texting on her phone, again.

"I brought us some breakfast, and then I thought we could go out for some sightseeing before we go to the fitting?" I say.

I turn to Lola to direct this at her, "What do you think, I thought we could go to a really pretty jewellery shop and get you some gifts? What do you think?" I say playfully, trying to help her warmup to me.

Seeing her with Harry makes me want that relationship with her too, she seems like a bright and cheerful girl, why wouldn't I want that?

She smiles slightly and nods her head again, I can tell she is still unsure of me, and that's okay.

"I'd like that." She says, her words perfectly spoken, and a voice so tuneful and high-pitched.

I smile at her, getting out the food I chose for her and handing it to her.

"Thank you." She blushes, and I can tell she isn't sure how to react to me as we've never interacted this much before.

I turn to Rosie so see her reaction, but she's fucking missed all of it, texting bloody Liam.