Every night, the two of you would meet at the astronomy tower.

It was your way of finding more time together, especially with O.W.Ls approaching. A way to find solace and relieve the stress. If one of you was late, the other would wait. He cherished the gleam in your eyes, your infectious girly giggles. He adored every bit of it. It always made him stay.

He would often just watch you in awe, a cigarette delicately held between his rosy lips, as you chattered away about your day and everything else. He listened to your tales of boy drama, girl drama, and whatever personal problems you were facing.

"Is that so?" He would ask, and you would respond with another snicker. But he couldn't help himself. His gaze would wander to your lips, though you were too engrossed to notice. Oh, how he adored your obliviousness. It was incredibly endearing.

"You know what," he interjected, his Italian accent peeking through. "Do you see all those stars? The beautiful, bright ones, hmm?" he questioned, leaning in a little closer. "They all shine for you, cara." He chuckled to himself, taking a drag from his cigarette.