Invisibility: the ability to become unseen by the naked eye.

That fucking picture I am not okay I'm getting 2013 harry feels.

The pics above and below are just outfits Sage and Harry are wearing during this chapter.

I was listening to Perfect and Photograph by Ed Sheeran for this chapter :')

Enjoy xx

t.m.

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H.S. // 6 Man

   "What do you think?"

  I stood in front of Atticus who was lying on my bed with his phone held up over his face. Clearing my throat again to get his attention, I raised my arms up in exaggeration, arching my brows at him when his gaze flickered to me and took a look at my outfit. His corners of his lips turned downwards and he shrugged.

   "Not bad."

   "Is it formal enough?" I questioned again, this time looking to Maximus who was trying to take a nap.

   "Don't know, don't care," Max muttered, eyes fluttering shut with a sigh leaving his lips that was curled into a smile.

  "You guys are no fucking help," I scoffed in annoyance, turning around and walking over to the dresser, checking my hair again.

  A few days after Cleo and I made cookies for Sage and I indirectly told her I still loved her, I decided to ask her out on a date. I thought that it'd be nice to take her out after spending the last few months focusing on Cleo so much. We needed at least one proper night to ourselves. To mend what was broken. So, I thought a date would be perfect for that. A reservation was booked at a fancy restaurant in the French Quarter, which was why I was trying to dress up slightly formally for the night.

   "Daddy!" I heard a screech come from outside of the guestroom I was getting changed in, before the door flew open.

   "Cleo, baby, how do I look?" I questioned her, holding my arms out.

   "You look nice, Daddy," she told me with a shy grin, making me chuckle and crouch down.

   "Come give me a kiss," I said, holding my arms out and gesturing for her to come to me.

  She ran forwards and into my arms, pressing her lips firmly against my cheek in an affectionate kiss, before pulling back with a grin. Holding her tight to me, I peppered her face with kisses, making her squeal with laughter and struggle against me. Cleo then told me that Sage was finally ready and waiting downstairs.

   "How does mama look, Cleo?" I asked as Cleo held my hand and led me down the stairs.

   "She looks so pretty, Daddy!" she exclaimed with a big grin, looking up at me with her bright green eyes before we reached the end of the stairs.

  My gaze flickered from Cleo to the beautiful woman who was stood in front of me by the doorway, rummaging through her handbag. My hand let go of Cleo's as my jaw slackened and eyes widened at the sight. Sage's thick, beautiful body was clad in a golden, velvety dress that hugged her body snugly, and accentuated her gorgeous curves. The faux fur coat she was wearing slipped down her shoulders as she grunted in frustration while rummaging through her purse, then grinning in victory when she found what she was looking for, which were her keys.

  She then looked up, gray eyes meeting mine for a second, before flicking downwards to take a look at my outfit. A playful smirk tugged at her lips when she noticed my facial expression, watching me part and close my lips a couple of times as I was stunned as to what I was seeing. This goddess I was looking at.

   "You ready?" she questioned with her smirk intact, ticking her head towards the open doorway.

   "You look- You look," I stuttered a bit, unable to find words to describe how incredible she looked tonight. She chuckled a little in amusement.

   "Yeah?" she smirked.

   "I-I can't find words-" I mumbled, eyes darting to meet hers before I was caught off-guard when she reached forwards and pecked my cheek. "Fucking...oh fuck."

   "Daddy what does fu-" Cleo began to say as I widened my eyes and shook my head, clutching down and quickly cupping my hand over her mouth.

   "Let's pretend I didn't say that, huh darling?" I said with an uneasy chuckle, trying to ignore Sage's glare. She noticed her mother's glare, then turning to me and nodding.

   "Looks like we can't blame this one on Atti," she said to making me chuckle when Atticus looked up from his phone with a frown.

   "What?-"

   "Harry, we have to go," Sage quickly spoke up, before wrapping her fingers around my hand and tugging me forwards. "C'mon, we'll be late."

  A smile immediately etched onto my lips as I laced my fingers with hers, feeling an odd sensation as her palm slipped into mine. It was like I had almost forgotten how her hand felt against mine while holding it. Our gazes rose at the same time and met, sharing a look where we both knew tonight was the night we were gonna make everything right again.

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S.E. // The 7th Supreme

  Dinner was absolutely wonderful. I couldn't remember the last time I went out without worrying about Cleo, and just for my enjoyment. Harry was being lovely tonight, an utter gentleman with the exception of his usual ass grabs every now and then. He got slightly drunk on the couple of glasses of wine he had, while I stuck to just one as someone had to drive. Now we were just walking down the streets of the French Quarter near the restaurant just for a bit, listening in on the jazz bands that were playing out loud.

  Harry's ring-clad fingers were laced with mine as we walked down the street where the restaurant was situated. There was a fair amount of people around, laughter and chatter from the French Quarter folk filling up the air. A jazz band at the curve of the street caught my eye as a dark-skinned woman was working the saxophone skillfully, while attracting a crowd of people. A smile grew on my lips as I began to walk a little faster, trying to drag Harry along.

  But I was suddenly tugged away from him and into a dim alleyway. My back was pushed against the brick wall as a pair of warm lips found mine. I smirked in amusement when Harry kissed me deeply, lips parting and tongues colliding heavily. His hands dipped down from my waist to my ass, sliding smoothly against the velvet to grip the thick flesh and squeeze firmly. A moan couldn't help but rumble in my chest at the action, feeling him smirk against my lips. He broke the kiss, pecking my lips softly over and over again before pulling back slightly.

  He gazed at me with bright eyes; skin crinkling in the corners as he smiled, pink lips stretching apart as his cute dimple popped out. His hand came up to push my curls away, coming down to caress my cheek adoringly as he gazed at me with a certain look in his eye. His thumb moved to trace my lower lip where my lip-gloss had come off from eating. I wasn't bothered to put more on after that since Harry had the habit of kissing me every now and then. I puckered my lips against his thumb, kissing it softly.

   "Sage," he whispered quietly, a soft smile drawling on his lips at my action.

   "Harry," I responded playfully, linking my hands behind his torso where I was holding him to me. My hands moved up his chest, resting there as I gazed up at him.

   "I-" he began to say, making my heart lift in my chest before it fell when his mind changed, which was evident in his eyes. "I-I really enjoyed tonight, with you."

   "I enjoyed it too, so much," I told him sincerely with a smile on my face, trying to hide the disappointment that came since I had expected him to say something else. "Made me really realize how much I've missed you."

  Harry had only been back for about two weeks, and during that time it was all about Cleo. Even though we messed around a little bit, we never actually got around to talking about us as much. During the dinner, we definitely got the chance to do that and we were both grateful for it, but something was missing. We both knew what it was; we needed to be connected in a specific way for everything to be all right again, since that was how we really connected in the first place. It was just something we needed to do and we couldn't help it.

   "Fuck baby I've missed you too," Harry murmured back lowly, resting his forehead against mine. My heart leapt in my chest when I heard the cute nickname, finding it foreign since I haven't heard him call me it in quite a while.

  His lips met mine again, gripping my ass tightly as my arms rose to wind around his broad shoulders. My eyes fluttered shut as he kissed me slow and sensually, tilting his head to the side and rolling his tongue against mine. My core ached heavily when he dipped his hands down and grabbed a handful of my ass with each hand and squeezed roughly, causing me to grab onto his shoulders. My lips broke away from his at the action, feeling my body grow hot and bothered under my dress as he gazed at me with mischievous, gleaming eyes. His hand cupped one ass cheek firmly while the other was pressed against the wall next to my head, forehead pressing against mine as he muttered breathlessly against my lips.

   "I want to fuck you against this wall so bad."

   "Harry," I whispered in response, my thighs clenching in response.

  I then felt his hand trying to slip up my dress from under the slit, sneaking in between my legs before I quickly pulled it away with a glare.

   "We're in public, Harry," I hissed lightly, making him pout and frown.

   "Sage, we're already kissing, might as well go all out," Harry said with a shrug, making me roll my eyes.

   "I am not having sex in an alleyway," I said firmly, making him whine nevertheless nodding in agreement and understanding.

  We started heading back to the car, deciding to walk further down the street then turning to head back to the restaurant. On the way, we came across the jazz band with the woman who was playing the saxophone. The one I was interested in listening to before Harry had quickly dragged me away into the alleyway. As we approached it, Harry curled his arm around my shoulders and hauled me into his side gently, pressing his lips against my forehead in a loving kiss as we stood close to the front of the crowd, watching the band.

  The girl slayed the saxophone, eliciting cheers and murmurs of awe from the crowd as she played. The song she was playing soon came to an end and we all gave her and the rest of the band a round of applause. Her eyes met mine for a second as she bowed in thanks to the crowd, causing me to grin knowingly as I got a sense of her secret. She was a voodooist. People began shouting song requests while the band prepared to do another song. The girl looked at Harry and I with a smile, before turning to mutter to her band mates, causing them all to cast glances over us. She then turned with a bright grin, winking at Harry and I and speaking out loud.

   "This one goes out to the lovely couple over there," she ticked her head towards our direction. "A saxophone cover of Photograph, by Ed Sheeran."

  The people around us began cheering again, shooting us adoring looks as I felt my cheeks flush, looking up at Harry who was grinning widely, chuckling. The girl began playing the saxophone beautifully, the brass instrument substituting for the lyrics instead of having someone do the vocals. Harry stood behind me with his arms around my waist and cheek pressed against mine, swaying us side to side as we listened to the music.

   "Dance with her!" A man called out a little away from us, nodding his head in encouragement to Harry as other people began agreeing.

   "C'mon baby," Harry suddenly said, tugging me towards the space the crowd had made for us, making my eyes widen.

  "Do we have to?" I muttered under my breath, wondering whether it was the alcohol that made Harry actually agree to this, or something else.

  "I'm tryna be romantic and shit over here, please cooperate," Harry said playfully, grabbing my hand and spinning me around suddenly.

  I was quickly pulled against him, his hands gripping my waist with my arms curled around his shoulders. He grinned cheekily down at me while I tried to compose myself from that sudden twirl. Soon enough, as we moved and swayed to the music, the crowd around us were quickly forgotten and it soon began to feel like we were the only two people dancing on this street, alone.

  My gray eyes met Harry's mesmerizing, green ones, watching the corners of his eyes crinkle as he grinned adorably, teeth baring as his dimple appeared. His smile made my heart warm up, triggering my own smile. When I looked into his eyes, I felt like I was on cloud nine. I felt happy, happier than I ever been before, before being before all the lies and heartbreak where I was just under his spell, in his trap. Now we were together in an honest and true relationship that just needed a little rekindling. It was better than what we had before he left.

  When I looked at him tonight, I felt like that empty hole in my heart, which had opened up when he left five years ago, had finally been refilled again, and it made me feel like a whole. His arms pulled me closer, cheek pressing against mine as my chin rested on his shoulder. His hands arms tightened around my midriff, fingers brushing my lower back. My heart fluttered in my chest a little when I heard Harry singing quietly along with the music. I didn't know he could sing, he must have been really drunk if he was willing to sing and dance at the same time.

We keep this love in a photograph.

We made these memories for ourselves

  The crowd began singing along with him, causing me to pull back and look around a little with parted lips, then locking my gazes with him. He sang to me with a special, silly grin on his face, one that made me chuckle and tear up at the same time because he was so fucking drunk and adorable. The song neared the end and surprisingly enough everyone stopped singing at the outro, leaving only Harry to gaze adoringly at me while singing softly.

When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me

Under the lamppost back on Sixth Street

Hearing you whisper through the phone

Wait for me to come home

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  Giggles of laughter escaped both of us as we stumbled into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind us before falling onto the bed. Harry pressed his palms against the mattress on either side of my head to hold himself up, puckering his lips to urge me to kiss him. I squished his cheeks, upper body rising to kiss his lips repeatedly with small pecks. But soon enough: the playfulness disappeared as lust and desire began to creep into our bodies, and take over our minds as the kiss grew heavy with fervent and anticipation.

  I could tell he was getting frustrated with my dress, fisting the material repeatedly. He hitched my dress up to my hips and slipped his body between my legs, me kicking off my shoes before he pulled my thigh over his hip. The kissing never stopped, our lips constantly joining and parting to let our tongues collide, noses brushing each other's while our heads tilted to either side. I felt Harry's hand slipping away from where he was holding my thigh to between my legs, cupping me firmly through my panties. He was about to tug them aside and touch me until loud barking interrupted his actions.

   "Fuck," we both cursed in unison, groans of frustration leaving our lips when we heard scratching and whines from the other side of the door.

   "What do they want?" Harry questioned out loud with a groan as I exhaled heavily.

   "Food," I said with a grumble, knowing that the dogs were going to keep bothering us if we didn't feed them. "I fucking told Atticus to feed them before leaving but I guess he didn't."

   "It's okay," Harry murmured, lowering his head to kiss my lips briefly. "I'll take care of it."

  He left me and walked towards the door with a sigh, kicking his shoes off as he did so and throwing it open to reveal the dogs. They yapped and jumped at him, causing him to growl at them authoritatively making them snap their jaws shut and listen obediently as they followed him downstairs. With a sigh, I sat up and ran my fingers through my curls. Hopping off the bed, I tugged the dress back down my legs and removed my heels. I began taking my earrings off as I heard Harry's footsteps from climbing the stairs.

  I felt his presence behind me as I set my earrings down on the vanity, looking up at the mirror and noticing him gazing at me through my reflection on the mirror. His hands came up from behind me and curled around my waist, pulling my back against his warm body and lowering his lips to place an affectionate kiss on my neck. He then looked up again, gazing at my reflection as he dragged his hands up and down my body, a tiny smile drawling on his lips. He then parted them to speak.

   "You look so beautiful," he murmured quietly, nudging his nose against my cheek as I chuckled.

   "I look like a mess," I said in response, noticing how my tummy was sticking out a bit in the dress due to all the weight I had gained from the pregnancy. I just didn't have time to work out like I used to before.

   "No baby, you look perfect," he shook his head with a quiet whisper, placing a kiss on my cheek. "So fucking perfect, I don't know what I did to get so lucky."

   "Harry," I murmured in response, feeling my heart tighten at his words. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."

   "No don't say that," Harry immediately responded, turning me around. "You will always deserve someone better than me. After what I did, you deserve so much better."

   "Harry, you can be that someone," I said firmly, cupping his cheek with one hand. "And I want you, I will always only want you. You're my first love and you will be the only one."

   "Sage," he murmured in response, slightly stunned by my words.

  Before he could say anything I kissed him firmly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pressing my body tightly against his. His hands gripped my waist firmly as he kissed me back, pouring all his emotions into the kiss that stayed innocent without any tongue. It was just a firm, innocent, lingering kiss. When we pulled away, he murmured a few breathless words against my lips that had my heart race and desire for him increase.

   "Baby, let me make love to you."

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➰ okay so like i tried to make this chapter cute and shit and I hope it worked out ???? Idek you tell me !!

Also I felt like Photograph by Ed Sheeran is such a fitting song. especially the "wait for me to come home" part JSJSJSJSJS it makes me so sad IM SO LONELY

➰ so I might've lied about there being two chapters left before the epilogue, this being one of them.

Yeah there aren't. this is the last chapter

Next up is the epilogue y'all !!!

Until we meet again...

t.m.