Harry loves Italy.

It was probably his favorite country in the world: it’s safe, it’s mostly calm, the language (which he knew very well) is beautiful, he enjoys going on swims, traveling around with his friends on a yacht or boat, the beaches… The people.

He’d had a couple of summer flings and not so serious things with a couple of Italian girls, a lot of them lovely and some of them too intense for him, but, he still loves to try out every now and then, they’re nice and really beautiful…

But she? She was just breathtaking.

Wearing a white with green stripes unbuttoned shirt and some green swimming shorts along with his blue navy cap, he was watching her taking pictures near the coast as he looked from his yacht while his friends just drank and laugh between them. She wasn’t his type at all. He isn’t one to date curvy girls, to be honest.

But that was before ogling her.

He just couldn’t look away.