You are with your three friends in Italy two and a half weeks into your 3 month summer vacation backpacking across Europe. It's the trip of a lifetime because you guys have been planning and saving for this trip for years and it'll also be the last summer the four of you will be able to spend together before each of you go your separate ways in life.

You started the trip in Greece at the beginning of June and have worked your way up the Greek islands into Italy where you'll travel your way across Europe westward then visit the UK including Scotland and Ireland then ending the trip in England where you will fly back home.

After spending the day on the bus going from Rome to Milan then trying to find your hostel, you and your friends; Chelsea (huge 1D fan), Theresa (pretty much planned the whole trip and our itinerary for us) and her younger sister Brianna (who tagged along to find some European hotties.) We decide to find a quiet little bar to eat and have some drinks before exploring the city of Milan tomorrow. I'm so excited!

It's late when you guys find the right restaurant, for some reason Chelsea wanted to go to this specific one which you don't mind because you are hungry and tired that you'll go anywhere at this point. When you walk in it's clearly dead in there... Thank god, I don't want to deal with people tonight. You think to yourself as you and your friends enter the quiet pub.

The four of you get a small table to have some dinner and order drinks and just relax after the long day.

"My feet are so sore!" Brianna whines bending over to rub her feet once she's sitting down.

"No shit Bri," Theresa turns to her sister with her brows furrowed, "all our feet are sore too." She retorts flatly. You laugh to yourself as the sisters continue to bicker at each other.

You look around the place, it's a nice little pub with dark wood lining the walls with soft lighting up the space. This place feels old along with the majority of the buildings across Europe. The bar is two table spaces in front of you, to the left are the bathrooms and you notice that there are stairs that lead up to a second floor... Huh maybe there's a private room or some pool tables up there? You don't think much about what's upstairs after you've had a couple drinks in you and started eating.

By the time you guys are about finished you get the call out that the restaurant is closing soon. You realize that you've got a couple blocks to walk back to the hostel so you head to the bathrooms before you leave because you know you'll need to go once you start walking. The bathrooms are at the foot of the stairway to the righthand side of the wall, and as you walk closer you hear muffled laughs coming from the top of the stairs and you see a big guy in black standing at the top of the stairs in front of the door... "Geez he looks scary," you mutter under your breath as you push the swinging door and walk into the bathroom.

You pee and wash your hands, a little tipsy from the drinks and you stumble over your feet, whoa I had a lot to drink. Before you exit the bathroom you check yourself in the mirror to make sure you look decent. Not that that matters but you never know... On your way out you look to your right up the stairs again and see the man still standing there. Weird, who could be up there that needs a bodyguard?

Just as you're turning around to walk back to your table the men's door opens on you. Before you can react in time the door slams into you  face first! You screw your eyes shut and yell out an "Ouch!" My nose!

The door swings closed and on the other side are two guys but you didn't get a good look because you put your hands over your face as a reflex from the impact but the one guy says,

"Oh my God are you ok?"
That's an interesting accent...
Then Guy 2 interjects, "Jesus man you gotta be careful with doors!"
Guy 1 huffs at his friend then speaks to you. "I'm so sorry love! I hope I didn't break your nose! Let's have a look." The second guy is definitely British but I can't place the other one.

You feel someone's hands hover over your arms as you straighten up and slowly pull your hands away, you're eyes are scrunched tight. Once they're open, your eyes are met to these beautiful blue eyes..

Hope you guys like Part 1, I want to write more but I'll see how reactions go or how many people will actually read this haha. Comment if you <3 it so far