"RENZ..." Cel calls his name, the guy who is sitting beside their apartment's door.

He looks up to the voice who called him and when he took notice who it was, he instantly stands up as she walks to the door closer.

He approaches her and let out a groan. "I told her not to say anything to you."

"Why wouldn't she? You sat and waited here for an hour." She ignores his feedback but all she got was a shrug.

She sighs and inserts the key inside of the keyhole. When the click was heard, she opened the door and comes inside, knowing that he's going to follow. Presumption's correct and she closed the door.

"Have a seat." She points at the couch and he obliges while removig his coat. "Water, coffee or juice?"

"Water, thanks." He answers and she walks to the kitchen and get him a glass of water. She comes back, hands him the glass and sits a few meters away beside her. He drinks the water when she speaks again.

"You could've just ask for my number from Flor. She's on a---"

"I don't have to." He cuts her off as he lays the glass on the coffee table in front of them. "I still have your number. I just chose not to call you."

"Then why didn't you---"

"Because I didn't know that you'd want me to call you or even talk to me, Cel." He looks at her that had taken her aback.

She narrows her eyebrows. "Well, you could've just stay some place nearby h---"

"Where? To the café where I built so many memories with---"

"Renz..." She starts with a mellow tone, gazing at his eyes intensely. "I'm just... I just thought something bad might have happened to you."

A smile starts to grow on his lips. "Just say you were worried for me."

His hand reaches her hand that is on her lap. Her eyes widen and pulls her hand to pretend that to scratch something itchy on her nape. "You should probably delete my number if it's not going to be useful."

She decided to change the topic, not wanting what's going through his mind when he said that.

"Before something happens." She looks away but his stare stays on her.

"What something?"

"You know..." She puts a few strands of her hair behind her ear, still not looking at him. "Someone might see."

She might see and the rest will just go downhill.

"She's not like that. She doesn't check my phone."

"Well, I would if I were her..."

And with that sentence, silence takes over between them. With the awkward aura, she picks up the remote and switch on the television to serve as a background voice.

"By the way, where is Flor at this hour? It's late."

Cel chuckles. "She's 25. She's free to go wherever she wants to."

"I know. I was just wondering. Both of you have work tomorrow."

"She was on a date."

"Really?"

"And she did too!" Flor joins the conversation, startling them. Harry follows her inside and closes the door. Cel stands up and so did Renz but with a surprise reaction on his face.

"You---"

"This is my brother, Lorenzo. Renz, this is my date---"

A scoff lets out from Renz's mouth, earning him a death glare from Flor. "There's no way Harry Styles is your date."

"How dare you?!" Flor shouts at him, making Cel chuckle. She covers her mouth instantly with her hand and catches Harry's smirk. She changes into a serious look when she saw him and drops her hand like nothing happened.

"It s'nice to meet ya, m'Harry." Harry offers his hand to Renz and he accepts it then they shake hands.

Flor offers them to sit again. Cel and Renz sitting again beside each other while Harry is seated in front of Cel and beside of Flor.

"Why is it that you can't believe that I'm with Harry Styles but you can believe that Cel's out on a date?" Flor asks.

Renz narrows his eyebrows and looks at Cel. Even Harry and Flor looks at her but Cel had her stern eyes set only at Flor. 

"You were on a date?" Renz asks her.

"It wasn't a date." Cel defends.

"And she left just because of you." Flor says in awe but in an annoying way, at least for someone who's sitting beside her. "Isn't that sweet?"

"Flor..." Harry calls her name but more of a warning that if she continues to do what she's doing, he wouldn't take it.

Cel recognizing his tone, she speaks up before it can get worse. "Drinks anyone?"

"Coffee for me." Flor answers and she nods. Then she looks at Harry who has been staring at her for a while. 

"Coffee s'well, love." 

Shit. That deep tone, raspy voice and that nickname. 

She clears her throat and nods as she went to the kitchen and prepare their drinks. Harry's eyes followed her until he catches Flor's on his. 

"Love?" She scoffs and raises an eyebrow. "You called her love?"

"Oh, quit it, Flor." Renz interjects. "He's British. It's just normal. I should now."

"Renz has been living in London for quite a while now."

Flor informs Harry and he just nods. 

"He's been living in with his fiancée." Flor chimes in again. "How is she, by the way?"

"Fine. Busy as always." 

"What brings you back to Verona all of a sudden?"

"I have to run some errands. You know, before I settle down in England, I have to finish things here in Italia."

"Oh, please! If I know, you're really just here for Celeste. "

Harry's eyebrows knit together at the said question.

Him? For Vesper? Why? 

"My sentiments exactly. Haven't you moved on from her?" 

And for that question, he knew he needs to speak out. "Pardon me fo' bein' nosy but what d'you mean by that?"

"Oh..." Flor chuckles. "My brother, Renz and Celeste used to date." 

Harry's narrowed eyebrows are not caused by only confusion anymore. "Really?"

"Yes. They were dating while Renz is still in---"

"Florence." Renz cuts her, not liking the overshare.

"So, you are here for Celeste... What for? Last bachelor sex before you actually tie the knot to only one woman?"

"Fuck off. You've no right to speak, look nor think of Celeste like that." Renz stands up.

"Here---" Cel comes back while holding one mug on each hand when she notices Renz walking close to the door. "You're going?"

"Yes. Something came up." He lies.

"Oh, alright. So, I guess I'll see you next time?"

And with that, Flor laughs in an annoying way to catch their attention. Renz looks at her with irritation while she looks at her with confusion. 

"Sure, bye." And with that, he storms off. As much as Harry doesn't like the idea of him and Vee, he defended her from his own sister. A gentleman, that is.

Wonder how did their story went? He stops wondering when she gave them their drinks but there's something on Harry's mug.

"Che cos 'era questo?" Cel asks as she sits back. Flor just answers with a shrug. Fortunately, that question kept Flor from seeing the note.

When she does takes a look on Harry's drink, "Cel! You gave him a black coffee? He might not like that! Give him some cream and sugar!"

"S'alright." Harry remarks, him throwing a glance to Cel. Smirks at her while slipping the note she sticked on the mug. "It s'perfectly me taste."

a/n:

Online classes has been hectic. Anyway, if there are certain parts in the story that offend you or makes you uncomfortable, please let me know immediately so I could rewrite. Thank you!