3d Person's POV:

He wanted to open the door for her. But he was afraid that it would be too much. He couldn't help it though, so he did it anyway.

Her reaction was adorable. She grinned at his polite gesture.

It made his heart flutter. How happy she looked when she smiled, how much it fitted her beautiful face.

He started driving.

The car was so pretty on the inside. The seats were covered in leather. Everything seemed to be untouched. The mats on the floor were clean.
It was black, all of it. On the inside, on the outside. Dark. It gave a feeling of mystery. Valenthio was like that. No wonder why he picked it.

But what made Helena curious was a photo that was hanging of the little mirror which helps the driver glance at who's behind them.

She tried to look closer but she didn't want to be rude. She just wanted to know what that photo included.

It had to be important.

Valenthio slightly smiled, still looking at the road. He was watching her from the corner of his eye.

<<It's me and my family.>> He said in that typical deep voice of his.

<<Huh?>> Helena was taken aback.

<<The photo you were looking at. Please ask me if you want to learn anything. I'll tell you. I need to know what you're thinking in order to do it, though.>> He was now looking at her.

<<Okay. I was just curious because, I, I don't know actually>> she chuckled awkwardly.

<<I know.>> He smiled and turned his gaze back on the road.

<<Uh- Do you like music, I mean silly me! Of course you do but I mean like what kind of music do you like?>> She looked out of the window. Felt embarrassed again. She was nervous with him there. He made her nervous. She didn't know why. Why her heart would beat rapidly when he was near. Why she'd find it hard to talk to him and why when she did she'd talk quickly or stutter.Well maybe, just maybe. Maybe it was because she liked him. Nah. That couldn't be possible, right?

He turned to look at her again. He searched for her eyes but she wasn't looking at him. He thought it might be because she was uncomfortable and he really hoped he would be the reason for it.

How could anybody not love her, anyway? She was perfect. She'd smile at the small things, get nervous when she'd talk to him, blush when he'd whisper something in her ear .

He smiled again, he just couldn't help it. He couldn't stop smiling when he was with her and this was unusual for him.

<<I listen to pop. I make pop songs too.>>

When she heard those words she looked at him wide-eyed.

<<What?>> His eyebrows furrowed.

<<You listen to pop?!>> It was as if that was the most shocking thing she's ever heard.

<<Yeah. Is it that hard to believe?>>

<<Yea- I mean no! Of course not! You definitely look like someone who listens to pop! I don't why I reacted like that.>>

<<Mhm>>

There was a pause. Some seconds passed and they both burst out laughing.

<< I thought you were the kind of guy who listens to rap and things like this.>>

<<I mean some rap songs are good but I like pop more.>>

<<I was like tough guy, tough music or something, you know?>>

<<Tough guy?>> He raised an eyebrow, amused.

She just looked down.

They were still laughing.

<<Look at my eyes, love. You can't look at the floor whenever you're embarrassed. You'll end up looking at the floor more than you look at me.>>

He didn't mean to call her love. But he did. He couldn't take it back now. But her reaction did entertain him so it was kind of worth it.

She looked at him, her cheeks burning.

<<You'll end up looking at me more than you look at the road.>> She said, trying to sound like him.

<<You can't blame me.>> He said, looking ahead again.

<<So you didn't tell me.>> Helena changed the subject.

<<What's some songs you like?>>

That question was pretty hard for him to answer. He loved so many songs for many different reasons.

<< Castle on the hill, little bit of love, thinking out loud, anotger love and much more.>>

She never expected that Deep Voice, such a big, scary looking guy would listen to Ed Sheeran, Tom Odell and Tom Grennan.

She felt satisfied with his answer, happy.

<<How about you?>> He asked curious.

<<A bit of this, a bit of that.>> She was lying and he knew it but she was just scared of how he'd react.

<<Oh c'mon. You ain't getting away without answering.>>

<<Eh - well, I love louis Tomlinson's song called miss you, Niall's This Town, a bit of Harry styles. Sign of the times?>>

<<Yeah, I know. Such a meaningful song. Love its lyrics.>>

<<Yeah, I wish I could write like him.>> As soon as she realized she's said it out loud, she wanted to take it back.

<<Wait! You write?>>

<<No!>> Her voice came out high pitched.

<<I know when you're lying, Hele. I won't judge you. I think it's actually nice! I do, too.>>

<<You wouldn't think it's nice if you read the lyrics I come up with to be honest.>>

<<Try me.>> He said seriously, looking at her. He wanted to listen to what she has written. He just felt like it'd be so beautiful.

<<I also used to listen to one direction!>>

<<Trying to change the subject, aren't we?>> He smirked.

She smiled.

<<Nah, I'm just answering your question.>>

<<Sure, sure.>>

<<Do you want to listen to some music?>>

<<Yours?>>

<<I'm flattered that you want to listen to my music so badly but you'll only get the chance if you come tonight>> he was teasing her again. He loved it.

<<I meant from the radio.>>

<<Sure!>> She said quickly, feeling embarrassed about the whole situation.

As soon as she turned on the radio, they came across a song that meant a lot to both of them: Our song by Niall Horan and Anne-Marie.

They looked at each other.

This song was playing on their high school ceremony, ten years ago.

It was the day when Helena broke up with her then boyfriend because she'd understood that she was in love with another guy. That guy was now sitting next to her, driving.

Valenthio or V, as they used to call him wanted to ask her for a dance that night but he thought that she was still with her boyfriend. So he didn't. They had stopped talking a long time ago, anyway.

But this song was important to both of them. Helena used to sing it with her brother when they were kids.

And Valenthio used to sing it with his sister.

He had a small sister, she was 20 now. He loved her more than anyone. Her and his parents.

<<I love this song.>> He admitted.

<<Me too.>> She said, surprised that he knew it.

Such a coincidence. Same favourite song, same high school, both of them were now in Italy, loved acting and singing and met after years. They were very lucky.

<<So I guess we have to do it>> he sighted, looking sad out of a sudden.

Helena looked at him worriedly, wondering what's upset him.

<<Do what?>> She asked softly.

<<Sing>> he grinned at her.

But she couldn't do that. Sing infront of him. She couldn't even sing infront of her friends, or the choir when she had to, when they wanted to listen. Because she was now sure her voice wasn't good. Alright maybe she wasn't a soprano. But her voice was deep for a girl and kind of low, which made it unique.

<<I won't judge, Helena. Or force you to do it. You can just stay silent and suffer while listening to my stunning voice.>>

He started singing and his voice was stunning indeed. It gave her chills. It was so beautiful that she was ready to cry. That's how emotions worked for her. Whether she was happy, nervous, anxious, sad, excited, she'd cry. But there was a difference between tears of sadness, anxiety, excitement and those of happiness.

She could stay there listening to his voice for hours. She wanted to sing with him but she was scared she'd ruin it or that her voice would cover his or that he'd regret telling her to sing after he'd listen to her voice.

It was their fault. They made her think like this. They made her this insecure. And they haven't paid for what they've done. Not yet, at least.

She decided to take the risk and try. Valenthio didn't seem like the guy who'd judge anyways. If he did, it was okay, it's not like he meant anything to her. Or at least that's what she was telling herself.

At the start, her voice wasn't as loud as his, thankfully, because she didn't feel so comfortable.

But after a bit it'd get louder and louder and she finally let herself go.

Valenthio was so happy that he managed to get her to sing. He was so happy to listen to her voice too, after all those years. He was so happy. Just so happy.

An idea popped in their head while they were both singing this beautiful song.

Maybe I'm in love, they both thought.