A pang of discomfort filled the Italian's body. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and barely exhaled, turning off the tap while drying his face with a towel, with a thoughtful, worried look in his intense greenish eyes.

“¿Will she be okay? ¿What's she doing? Yeah, I'm sure she's fine... She's more responsible than I am...”

He grimaced. The minutes passed, it was past midnight, and even lying in bed, he was still thinking about you, his girlfriend.

That night, you had gone to a party with your friends and some other girls, it was a kind of sleepover where boys weren't allowed for one of their birthdays somewhere in the Hogwarts hiding places. That didn't worry him, he was worried that you didn't drink too much and although he knew that even you were more responsible than him, he didn't have a good feeling.

Two in the morning and he was still awake, now sitting up in bed as he checked the time on his phone over and over. He exhaled, reaching out to grab his pack of cigarettes from the nightstand, and at that moment, he heard a knock on the door, soft, trying to be cautious and at that moment, a wave of relief washed over him. Cara mia.

Without warning he got out of bed, still in his pajamas and smelling of the shower, he opened the door and immediately saw you almost crashing into his chest, carefully, he grabbed you, whispering, although with a short, hoarse and amused chuckle.

“¡Principessa! Oh my God, you're... A mess.”