Her lips are soft yet determined, they take the lead as I hear quiet moans coming from the very back of her throat. Her hands are all over me, gripping and squeezing wherever they get a chance. She smells like vanilla and whiskey making my drunken state even more intoxicated.

It takes some time to bring back my consciousness, whiskey really numbs your brain. Once I am well aware of what she tries to do, I put my hands on her upper arms and break the kiss, she stands in front of me confused and heavy breathing.

"I don't think this is a very smart idea. We are both drunk and don't know what we are doing," I try to reason with her. I see a frown on her face as she turns around to get back at the bar, I am unsure what to do next.

"Have fun, Harry" she says loud enough for me to hear. I know she must be feeling stupid, or maybe not good enough and I don't want to leave things like that, so I sit on the high chair next to her, her blue eyes dig in me and I can't read her expression.

"Look, it's not a problem in you..." I begin, but she cuts me off.

"It's not you, it's me, you are okay. Yeah yeah, I've heard that already," she says sarcastically. I am not sure if that is alcohol saying or she is being serious with her behaviour. I will not allow myself to fall in the eyes of the law and sleep with a drunk girl, I don't know her, I don't know how far she is capable to go. Would she use me to get what she wants and then put the blame on me?

"Eliana, listen to me, you are getting the wrong idea here. We both are drunk and doing this intoxicated, is not my way around. You have to understand this from my point of view," I say calmly, her eyes shoot me a glare.

"You point of view? What is it? Am I not appealing to you, not hot enough?" Wow, arguing because it's not going her way.

"It's not that, I told you already, it's because of the alcohol we both consumed and we are not thinking straight. I don't want you to wake up, regret it and go into public that I did something against your will," I say honestly. I am currently tired of being famous, but still don't want to lose it forever.

Her face relaxes as my words finally reach her brain, she covers her face with her hands.

"God, I am stupid. I am sorry, Harry. I completely forgot about your status and what it could bring if we dived in, but you have to know I never would do such a thing " she says, her eyes more clear than before. Something in her words did not give me enough to believe her fully, but yet again I am drunk too.

"One last glass before I go?" I ask, offering a truce, she smiles and pours us one glass each and we bottom it up. I get off of the high chair and offer my hand to her, she takes it and shakes.

"I will see you when you're sober," I say and make my way towards the doors, unlock it and slide outside, marching towards my hotel.

I lay on the bed and go through some notifications and messages, I respond to mom and Gemma but my whereabouts remain secret. My manager also texted me to say all money has been returned and that he somehow got me two weeks of free days without consequences, I thank him. I guess now it was not a problem to sort things out.

I open Instagram and my previous post is flodded with messages of my fans wondering where I am, some even saying they saw me in Vienna, others immediately contradicting. I read many reassuring comments and I am glad because of it, I am happy they understand.

I go to the search bar and type in Lucia's name, but way to many pop up, neither of them matching a familiar face. So I type in Lucia, Vienna, it kind of refreshed but still no sight of her. I groan in despair and throw my phone beside me, close my eyes and dive into the same thoughts I had all day, what did I do wrong?

Couple of hours later, my intoxication subsided and my head started to think straight. As alcohol drains away from my body, it leaves it limb and I decide to take a shower. In all this rush and certain events I still didn't eat, I will be done with my shower just in time for dinner.

**

I wander around the tables filled with food, all different kinds and tastes. My hungry stomach whines for each serving in front of me and I fill up my plate with anything I find amusing, find a free table and finally dig into the perfection and satisfaction food brings.

After I am full, I get up and leave my plate in dirty dishes disposal and go back to my room. I can't say I am bored, nor entertained, it's something inbetween. I enjoy the quiet time, but also habit of constantly doing something and going somewhere makes me restless.

Suddenly, a small knock echoes the silent room and I can't help but to immediately think it's Lucia. But it can be some crazy fan too, so I approach the doors with caution. It's a shame that these doors don't have a peek hole.

"Yes?" I answer before opening the doors.

"It's me," I hear familiar voice of Eliana. I open the doors to reveal the most appealing view I could encounter. She stands before me in a short black dress covered with lace in just the right places, her long hair is pushed behind her as her face screams something very certain.

"May I come in?" She shakes me from my thoughts and step away from the doors to let her in. She graciously walks past me, granting her fresh perfume find its way into my nostrils, her hand pulls hair away from her back, showing exposed back all the way to her lower back, I can even see she has two tiny dimples. I bite my lip and close the doors, even though I know the reason of her coming here, I want to hear it.

"What brings you here?" My voice comes out deep and raspy, she turns towards me and throws her small bag on the bed. Her steps towards me are small and slow, as her eyes never break intense eye contact.

"I came to finish what we started,"