a/n: had a long day yesterday, so didn't really get a chance to update. this one should be long. love yeh all. xx
I was quite convinced that Harry was cheating on me after he said a name that definitely wasn't mine, but when he told me he'd tell me why, I got kind of lost, so I was really anxious to hear more about the infamous Luce... I hadn't planned on dressing up fancy, but ended up putting on a minimal amount of makeup before seven hit the clock. I sighed, looking at myself in the mirror, trying to figure out whether to wear my hair up or down. I left my messy waves down and walked downstairs, where the lights were dimmed, and there were two candles on the dining room table, along with two plates of food. Harry was placed at one end of the table, and came around to pull out my chair for me. I said a quiet 'thank you' and examined his attire, which simply consisted of a pair sweats and a black Rolling Stones muscle-tee. He gave me a shy smile, and I returned the same before he started to speak.
"Luce, as you heard, is really Lucia. She was my first and only love before I met you," he explained. I nodded, letting him continue.
"As cliché as it sounds, we had met at a cafe when she accidentally spilled her hot tea on me," I giggled a bit, and he smiled.
"We began to talk, and it was as if we were a match made in heaven," I pushed my plate forward a bit, placing my elbows on the table and resting my head in my hands.
"At the time, I was in a gang, with some of the same exact people that had helped me get you back, give or take a few," I thought back, attempting and succeeding in remembering all of their names.
"We had several rival gangs, as we still do now, although we aren't yet a complete gang yet. My father was in a gang before he died, and he had shot and killed the father of one of the leaders of another gang, whose name is Alex Cambridge. They vowed to get vengeance, and they did." Harry's voice started to quiver a bit, and I reached over for his hands, rubbing my thumb over the top of it, trying to soothe him.
"Not only did Alex kill Lucia," a tear slid down Harry's cheek, and he didn't make any sudden movements to wipe it away. I sighed softly, feeling the sadness as if it was me who had lost my first love. Harry composed himself enough to complete his sentence,
"He tortured Lucia." Harry said this quietly, but then had a sudden outburst yelling loudly,
"He tortured her, Alina!! In so many ways!!! I told her I would protect her! I failed. I failed in life, Li... I loved her so much," Harry began to let tears fall freely down his face.
"Harry," I spoke calmly. "You didn't fail in life.." Harry looked up at me with a burning anger in his eyes.
"Alina, what do you not understand!? I haven't got as close with anyone as I have with you for the months we've been dating. I have a fear that if you get too close to me, your life will be taken from you too. I love you too much..." I began to cry as well, furiously wiping my tears off my face, determined not to let Harry see me fall apart. I stood and walked over to him, making him face me. I took his face in my hands, resting my forehead against his, telling him confidently,
"Harry, as long as we're together, nothing or anyone will come between us. Protect me, and I'll do the same. I don't want you to have that fear. Get rid of it, it's gone as of now. I love you." Harry placed his hand over mine, repeating the words.
"I love you too, Alina." Our lips met as they have several times before, and the kiss held so much passion that reassured we would be there for each other. Even though Harry told me about Lucia,
I still knew there were many more secrets.
For the both of us to share.
a/n: suspense. ohh. well, there's the story of Lucia. and plenty of other stories that they have yet to share with you.
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