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~Alex

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For the rest of the day, I stayed quiet, only talking when I was talked to. My mind was racing as I sink in my realization, thinking how impossible it was that I could even be in love with Harry. All of it seemed like it was too fast and I knew that it was and I hated myself for it, knowing how insane I must be.

My mom would tell me it's just infatuation and I would agree, telling myself that it's not love. Infatuation can always be misunderstood for love, but I've been in love before and this is what it feels like.

It's just infatuation, Aurora. You're not in love. I tell myself those same words every time I glance at him to see him smiling at me, the yellow dahlia in my hand sending me straight back to the thoughts of me being in love. If I deny it and push it down, that same dark and empty hole will open right back up and I'll be sucked down into it, pushing Harry away at the same time and I didn't want that to happen.

There have been couples who have fallen in love too early before, I know there has, but this seems a little too unrealistic. How can I go from not being sure if I'll ever fall in love again to being in love? None of it was adding up and I wonder what cruel game God was playing with me. It was just too fast. Way too fast.

As night falls, we head back to the rental house, my mind still racing just as fast, the same never-ending loop repeating in my brain. I could tell the boys knew something was wrong with me by the way they kept stealing glances at me, none of them saying anything, being too afraid to say the wrong thing. Honestly, there was nothing they could say or do to put my mind at ease. I was a lost cause now, drifting away in the wind as they stand around, helpless to do anything.

My mind had overtaken me, not letting my heart make the decisions as I thought only about the bad things, not the good. I was hoping a shower would ease the tension that had built up in my shoulders, but it didn't, only relieving a little bit of stress as I sat in my towel and stared at the wall. The water from my hair was cold as it dripped onto my shoulders, leaving me shivering but not wanting to move, feeling frozen in place.

A yellow dahlia was lying on the dresser next to my bed, its soft petals filled with color and life and I pick it up, running my fingers delicately along the petals. It was quite possibly the most beautiful dahlia I had ever seen, the aroma warming my heart. It reminded me a lot of Harry. So soft and delicate on the outside, looking so beautiful that you're drawn to it without even realizing it, wanting to hold it in your hands forever. On the inside, it was strong, giving it enough strength to keep on going and looking beautiful no matter how hard it might be. You couldn't help but be happy as you looked at it.

That's when I realized that being in love with Harry wasn't a bad thing. Sure, it may be way too fast and incredibly stupid, but I was in love and there was no denying it. Finding the good in things made life way less complicated and unpleasant, while always looking for the bad leads you down a road nobody wants to travel.

Love is love.

There were no arguments that could be made about that statement. Everyone has someone they love and they could all agree when someone says that love is love. Simply because it just is. Nothing could ever draw you closer to a person than love. Love made you see the person differently, helping you see all of their perfect flaws that they found imperfect, making you love them even more for who they really are rather than who they pretend to be.

The moon was shining high in the night sky as I got dressed and headed towards the ocean water, closing my eyes as the cool salty air swirled around me. My feet stopped at the edge of the waterline, the water gently washing up and over my feet before dragging itself away again. The sand was cold and firm underneath my bare feet, goosebumps rising along my exposed arms and legs at the cold night air. Peacefulness surrounded me like a soft blanket as I felt myself drifting away from this never-ending cycle of chaos, feeling calm wrapped up in my arms, the yellow dahlia clutched between my fingers.

"Mind if I join you?" His soft voice fills my ears, his presence instantly warming me inside and out.

I shake my head, keeping my eyes closed while his breathing blends in with the ocean waves, "It's so peaceful," I sigh, water once again coming ashore to wash over my feet before returning into the never-ending sea. Harry hums in agreement and I can feel his gaze on me, trying to understand the thoughts that were racing through my mind. "If you're trying to find out what I'm thinking, I'm afraid you won't be able to," I open my eyes to look at him, smiling when I realize that I was right.

"Why is that?" He asks softly. He was wearing shorts with a thin t-shirt, his hair blowing around his head, making him look so soft and beautiful.

My body turns to face him, tilting my head to the side as the moon lights up his beautiful eyes, his skin glowing underneath the soft rays of moonlight. I reach out, touching the side of his face softly with my fingertips, causing him to shiver at my touch, "Because I'm good at keeping secrets," I pull my hand away, turning away from him to once again stare at the ocean.

He lets out a shaky breath, his gaze not once leaving the side of my face, "Do you really just want to be friends, Aurora? I don't think I can be just friends with you anymore," Harry says, his words startling me. I don't turn to look at him, not wanting him to see the thousands of emotions passing through my eyes.

"I don't think I can be just friends with you either, Harry," I whisper, closing my eyes as I decide to face the truth, "I just don't know if I'm ready to be in another relationship yet."

He moves in front of me, the water now rising to just below his calves, "What do you mean you're not ready to be in another relationship yet?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. The green in his eyes becomes darker as he stares at me, becoming worried at the thought of something being wrong.

"Two years ago, I was in a very serious relationship. It lasted for three years and we were engaged for two of those years," I start, watching the way his face changes with every word I speak, "When we ended things, we were still in love with each other. Neither one of us wanted to part but we knew it was better for his career. Now he's famous and all. You might recognize his name. Niall Horan," his eyes widen with recognition, his mouth falling open slightly, "Anyways, we ended it and now I'm not sure if I still love him or not. We went through a lot of things together."

Harry doesn't say anything as I finish my story, the look in his eyes once again unreadable. My mind tries to figure out what he might be thinking, hoping it's not a bad thing.,"You asked me when we first met if I loved Paris so much then why did I leave?" I nod my head, recalling all of the questions I had asked him that night, "Her name is Maria and we were together for two years. I thought she was the one and I planned on proposing to her, thinking I was going to spend the rest of my life with this woman," his eyes become sad as he recalls the memory, "I came home one day to find out that she was cheating on me. It ruined me. I was truly in love with her, so that's why I left. I left Paris to escape from all of those happy memories we had together."

As our words settle between us, both of us taking in what the other has just said, I realized that we both have had bad experiences with love. The one time we were truly in love, it ended and left two broken hearts in its wake. Now those two broken hearts have found someone else, both weary as to whether or not they should try again, knowing how badly things could end for them. That was always the problem with love though. You never knew where it would take you, it having twists and turns around every corner, leaving you guessing what was coming next.

I twirled the yellow dahlia between my fingers, staring at it, wondering what was going to happen to us next. Neither of us have said a word within the past two minutes, our minds racing as we thought about what had just been said. "What now?" I finally whisper, breaking the silence that had settled between us.

"Can I just try something?" He says softly. I nod my head, watching as his hand reaches out to caress the side of my face, my eyes fluttering shut at his soft touch. He lets out a shaky laugh, pulling me closer by wrapping his other arm around my waist, our chests pressed tightly together. My mouth parts slightly as he runs his thumb over my bottom lip, my arms wrapping around his neck as I clutch at his soft brown curls, the yellow dahlia still in my hand. Our breathing becomes heavier as he ghosts his lips over mine, the feeling sending sparks throughout my entire body.

Nothing but jasmine and mint floods my senses, the only thing my mind clearly focusing on is his touch. It felt like soft butterfly wings grazing your skin, only there for a second and gone the next, moving on to a different location. Minty breath tickled my skin while soft lips teased me. My heart pounded inside of my chest as my hands began to shake, the feeling of him against me overtaking me as I felt myself diving deeper into every small touch. He finally unwraps his other arm from around my waist, both of his hands softly caressing either side of my face while he stares at me with those beautiful green eyes, passion, and desire  filling every single inch of his face. Cherry red lips taunt me as I stare at them, just wanting to finally be able to taste them and feel them against my own.

As if he read my thoughts, our lips meet at last, making me go weak in the knees. Soft warm lips move against mine, tasting like sugar and mint. It was a heavenly feeling, one that I couldn't truly describe. His lips were soft and careful, making me feel so beautiful and fragile under his touch. It was a feeling that I never wanted to end, almost like warm honey spreading throughout my body, warming me inside and out. His lips fit perfectly around mine, like two puzzle pieces coming together to complete the puzzle, creating a masterpiece now that they were together. A beautiful and glorious masterpiece.

The yellow dahlia slips from my fingers and into the water, the waves picking it up and carrying it slowly into the open ocean. Although waves try to drown it, it remains afloat, casually moving along the water, it's beautiful yellow petals refusing to be dragged down by the waves. It floats in the ocean for days on end, not once seeing land while the fish swim underneath it, oblivious to its beautiful nature. Not even seagulls dare touch the beautiful flower, their shadows flying over it to disappear once more, never to return again. The yellow dahlia thinks it's been forgotten, lost at sea even, not knowing the beautiful relationship it caused as it drifted away.

When it finally washed ashore on the sands of China, a young girl saw it and picked it up, amazed at how beautiful one flower could be. She showed it to her mom who quickly brushed it away, the petals no longer having their beautiful color like it once did. The girl didn't mind. She saw the beauty of what it once was and still is, holding it close to her heart as she wondered how a single flower had came to be in her possession.

Although the flower lacked most of its petals and color, it was still beautiful. Unbelievably beautiful to anyone who took the time to look at it. She kept it in her room, taking care of it until one day, it rebloomed into the beautiful flower it once was. She thought it was a miracle, not understanding how it happened. Little did the girl know, it was because she took the time and effort to take care of it. She never gave up on it and saw the flower in a way that others didn't. To her, the dahlia was beautiful and perfect in every way, causing it to once again return to its complete beauty.

At the time, I wasn't completely aware of why the flower reminded me of Harry, only being able to say it was because of its beauty. Now I know why the yellow dahlia reminded me of Harry. It was because of the journey it would later on have when I no longer had it in my possession. It was a journey that Harry had been on himself. Once having been loved and cared for, only to be tossed away. He still remained afloat, his beauty never once leaving him, no matter how damaged he was. That's when he finally came into my life. Although he was badly damaged, I still saw him in a way that others didn't, wanting to get to know him and take care of him, until one day, he finally returned to his complete beauty.

When we kissed for the first time that night on the beach, all of his magnificent beauty came flooding back to him just as the yellow dahlia did when it was cared for by the little girl. All because we both saw the beauty that they held and refused to give up on them.