It was so revigouring to stand up to them again. Being out in Bucharest with my one calamitous love, as the February snow covered us all in it, as I was feeling fearless. 

I love this life. 

I look back at Olivia whom I was now dragging. And she asks, "Uh, what was that all about?"

I shake my head, "A problem I'll deal with Monday, when I'll be back in LA. Now, my focus is you." 

She smiles, but looks back worried at the coffee shop. I kiss her forehead, "It's okay, I swear."

I keep on asking her about her about her brother and sister, given that I'll meet them tomorrow and I am actually freaking out. And now she's smiling and laughing again, and my parent's can't reach this love now or ever.

She kisses me before running to her course, and I go to one of the bookstores across the street to see what book I could gift her. I get lost inside it, searching carefully each shelf, with Google Translate in my hand in case I find a title that sparks my curiosity. I didn't know whether I should gift her a book in English, a book in Romanian, or a book in French, so I just buy one in each language. All books that I've read myself and that are some of my favourites, so it will be really fun to read them together. I also buy a pen to write her a message on the front page of each book. I carefully wrap each up in pink paper with little white hearts, I also stop at a flower shop to buy three pink roses to go with the books, of course. 

And like this I see that I only have 17 minutes to get to the University, but I don't rush, it's a 5 minutes walk. 

But, of course, they couldn't back down, so my father approaches me like a snake does it's prey. I sigh. 

"Adam."

"Father," this is going to last forever. "I am willing to discuss whatever it is that you please, Monday."

"No, I want to tell you something, now." He grabs my arm and pull me to an alleyway. I should have run.

I sigh once more, "Fine. Make it quick."

He presses his hands together, and whispers, "You have been careless. Everybody and their mother are talking about your little affair!"

"So?", I ask.

"So? So?!" he exclaims in disbelief, "This girl can destroy your career! She's basically a nobody! Only a niche part of the Internet knows her." 

I could not believe my ears. 

"Whatever, I don't care."

This has clearly taken him aback.

"Son, I don't think you understand."

"No, you don't understand! I have never wanted this! I told you think when I was 16, I will tell you again - I will not sue you unless you don't meddle in my actual relationships. I will be your puppet, if I'm allowed to love whoever I want. You are overstepping again and unless you go back to LA and don't bother me until Monday, I will sue you."

He looks like a wild animal, but he knows he can't talk me out of this.

  And, just like clockwork, Mother walks in. His attention turns to her. 

"Love, did you take care of," he starts, but she cuts him off with a Cheshire cat smile on her face.

"Of course! Everything is going to be fine!"

"Take care of what?" I ask, I can tell it's something about me.

"Making sure everything we've built doesn't crumble, sweetheart." She says as she hugs me. And I know that she's my mother, but I always feel uncomfortable when she's hugging me. "Now, you're right. We had a deal. Run along to your girlfriend, but make sure to be careful. There are already too many pictures on the Internet and they are getting out of control. The tabloids have been calling all day. See you, Monday, love." She kisses my forehead. I want to run screaming. My anxiety is sky rocketing, I need to check social media fast. Who knows what she told the outlets? But she's right on one thing - I can't keep Olivia waiting. So I run and I see her waiting for me on a bench, looking distressed. On her phone. 

"Liv, I'm so sorry I'm late!"

"It's fine," she wipes a tear off her cheek. "Sit down, please. We should talk."

We should talk.

That could only mean one thing. God, whatever did they tell the media?!

I try to not look like a hurt puppy as I sit down besides her and I pull out the books and the roses. Tears fall down her cheeks again, she wants to say something, but I hug her and beg her to take them. And this is my confirmation that she's going to call it off. 

"Adam, these past two days were incredible, but... we are much too different. I'm sorry, we can't see each other anymore." 

She gets up and runs off. I want to run after her as a girl comes up to me and asks for a picture. Then another, then another. And then I'm in a crowd as I see her crossing the street, then I can't see her alone. And I lose her. 

Next thing I know is that I'm on my jet. 'Comforted' by my mother. But it's their fault whatever it is that happened. There is only one person in the whole world I want to talk to now that it's not Olivia, but I can't talk to him. They took my phone away. And so my only way to reach her. The only way to reach Harry. The only way to find out what the hell they even told the outlets. What they could have said so bad Olivia called it all off? 

I will find out one way or another. Although I think that I may have lost the plot somewhere around the time she first bumped into me. Or when we kissed and the world had stopped spinning.

But I'm not going to give up. I'll get to the bottom of this and I will get her back.