We've been making great progress in my opinion. Each Angelo we mark off our list, the closer I believe we are to finding Clarice's long lost lover. I feel very optimistic about today's journey as I enter Harry's rental car and situate myself in the backseat. 

At some point during the drive to our first destination, Harry and I make eye contact in the rear view mirror. However, this time, I don't bother looking away. Instead, I smile sweetly at him, and he returns the gesture, showing off his set of dimples. In fact, I only look away from Harry when I notice that I've received a text message from Zayn on my phone.

Zayn: Been thinking about you. I hope you're having a great week.

I smile once I finish reading the message in its entirety and send him my reply.

Me: It's been amazing so far. I can't wait to tell you all about it when you get back :)

I wait a few moments to see if he will reply before putting my phone away and focusing my attention up ahead. The car stops in front of a community gate, and Harry switches the engine off before stepping outside. I tell Clarice that she should stay put for a few minutes before I follow in Harry's footsteps.

We see a man on a motorcycle approaching the gate from behind the rental car and wave in his direction. I briefly glance over at Harry before stepping in front of him and greeting the man on the motorcycle.

"Hi, excuse me. Do you speak English?" I ask him.

The man removes his helmet and ruffles his jet black hair around a bit. He looks up at me with clear blue eyes and nods his head.

"I know a little," His response comes out in a scratchy voice.

"My nan and I are looking for a man who lives here," Harry cuts in, stepping forward so that he's beside me. "Do you know where we can find Angelo Espositto?"

The man's facial expression morphs into a frown upon hearing Angelo's name. He glances down at the ground for a brief moment before gazing back up at us. Again, he nods his head.

"Drive to the Old Cemetery and you should find him there," The guy says before walking back to his motorcycle.

Harry and I exchange looks and step aside so that the man can ride past us and enter the gate. Before we can say anything to each other, Clarice rolls down her window and asks us what's going on. Harry hesitates to explain to her what that man just told us, so I say it for him.

"That man on the motorcycle told us that we can find Angelo Espositto at the Old Cemetery," I explain to Clarice in a soft voice.

I watch her face become sullen and eyes widen in shock. The sight causes my heart to accelerate, and I look over to Harry to see what his reaction is. His jaw is clenched, and his gaze falls to the ground. I try to think of something consoling to say, but before I can get out a complete thought, Clarice suggests we do something neither Harry nor I expected.

"I need to see him for myself, so let's go to the Old Cemetery."

"Are you sure Nan? We could just stop this all right now and go back–" Harry starts to say before Clarice cuts him off.

"No, I won't abandon him again," Clarice firmly states.

Harry releases an exasperated sigh before walking back to the car. I follow him a moment later and take my seat in the back of the car while he enters on the driver's side. As Harry starts the car and backs away from the community gate, I feel my stomach start to churn with the nerves of what awaits us at the cemetery. I had hoped that the man on the motorcycle made a mistake when he said that we could find Angelo at the cemetery, but within a few minutes of our arrival we find a plot with his name written across.

My heart breaks at the way Clarice's eyes water as she covers her mouth with her hand. She takes a few steps forward to get closer to the cemetery plot, leaving me and Harry a few feet behind. My stomach drops once Clarice lets out a quiet sob, and I turn to look at Harry to see his reaction. He shakes his head back and forth while glancing at his grandmother.

"I knew we shouldn't have come here," Harry whispers before letting out a bitter chuckle. "This was what I was most afraid of."

"Harry, we don't know if it's him for sure. Angelo could still be out there," I point out.

There is a long pause before he replies. "Either way, we're finished here. The search ends now," He states.

"But Harry, there are other Angelos who are around. We can't give up now," I try to reason with him.

"Sofia, my grandmother has already lost Angelo once..." Harry trails off with a sad look on his face. "How many more times will you have her experience the pain of losing him just so you can find a better ending to your story?"

I feel my breath hitch at his question and cross my arms over my chest, becoming defensive. "Harry, this isn't about the story. It's more–" before I can finish the rest of my thought, Harry interjects.

"–You know what, I don't expect you to understand any of this. You have no idea what real loss feels like!" Harry yells at me, making my heart sting.

I take a few steps back from him and concentrate on controlling my breathing. The feelings of anger and sadness I felt when my mother left come rushing back, and I turn away from Harry before walking off in the direction of the car so that he and Clarice won't see me blow up.

•

H A R R Y  S T Y L E S

I feel my face flush with anger as soon as those words left my mouth. I cannot believe that after witnessing how painful it was for my nan to see a tombstone with Angelo's name written across Sofia would want to put her through more of this. I watch the expression on her face morph from one of shock to one of sadness and try to calm myself down. Sofia doesn't even look up at me before she turns away and walks in the direction of the car.

Part of me feels a twinge of guilt. However, the other part of me strongly believes she needed to hear what I said and realize the consequences of wanting to continue this absurd journey. I take a deep breath and glance over my shoulder to see my nan making her way back over to me. Before I can even ask her how she is doing, she tells me something that I've grown accustomed to being told since we came on this trip.

"You're wrong, Harry," My nan says, causing me to sigh.

"Nan, I'm only thinking about your–" Before I can finish explaining myself, my nan interrupts me.

"–Sofia's mother left her when she was just nine years old," My nan tells me.

I feel my heartbeat quicken just the slightest after processing what she said and steal a glance in Sofia's direction before focusing my attention back on my grandmother.

"That's different, nan," I argue in a poor attempt to defend my words from earlier.

My nan shifts to the right so that she is standing in front of me and places her wrinkled palm on my cheek. I close my eyes to avoid staring directly into her because I know she's right, but she squeezes my cheek, compelling me to open them.

"You're right," She states, catching me by surprise, but something tells me to let her continue, so I do. "It is different. Your parents didn't have a choice, and you always knew that they loved you. Sofia's mother had a choice."

My shoulders drop as I heave a sigh. The guilt that I felt initially overpowers the confidence I had to say those things to Sofia, and I feel caught in the wrong. My nan eventually releases my cheek and joins Sofia by the car. I hold off on making the dreaded journey back to the rental car for as long as I can before my nan calls out that we should get going before it gets dark.

To say that the drive back is awkward would be an understatement. The silence in the car is almost deafening, but I don't dare to turn on the radio out of fear for disturbing the peace. I glance at Sofia through the rear view mirror from time to time and see that her eyes remain glued to the window, refusing to meet mine.

By the time we reach the Star hotel, the sun is on the verge of setting. As I put the car in park and remove the keys from the ignition switch, Sofia manages to say goodbye to my grandmother and exit the car in the blink of an eye. I watch her leave with a look of disbelief on my face and silently curse myself for not apologizing during the car ride. When my nan and I exit the car ourselves, I avoid looking at her because I know she will have that 'I told you so look' in her eye. I screwed up.

A/N

Hello my beautiful wattpad readers. I hope you all have been doing well. I know it's been ages since I've updated this book, but I had this chapter started for awhile and finally decided to sit down and finish it. I already outlined the rest of this story, so I hope to complete it soon. I'm close to being halfway done with it so that's exciting.

Fun-fact about myself: I chopped off all of my hair July 14th, 2017, and it's already grown back so much. It was literally the most nerve-wracking thing I've done, but I'm happy with the results.