AN: Hey guys! I rewrote the Prologue, since I obviously don't know what a Prologue is, so go check that out lmao...

Here's a cute chapter for you guys and thank you for 500 reads :)

~Alex

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"Oh my god, that was awful," Harry laughs as we walk down the street, still laughing about what had just occurred back at my apartment.

I nod my head in agreement, intertwining our fingers together as we walked side by side to an unknown destination. Harry hadn't told me where we were going, saying it was a surprise and that I'd have to wait until we got there to find out.

It was pure satisfaction watching the way Harry easily brushed McKenna off as she practically threw herself at him, embarrassing herself more and more with each passing second. The look on her face was payback enough for all of the times she was rude to me. I couldn't wait to see what her reaction would be when I got home. She'd probably already have a boy over, letting off her steam onto him.

"Has she always been like that?" Harry asks me.

"Yeah," I reply, taking a deep breath, "Ever since we were little."

Harry hums at my words, squeezing my hand a bit tighter, "Do you ever think that maybe it's because she's jealous?" He suggests, glancing at me for a split second.

I let out a sarcastic laugh, "Why would she be jealous of me?"

The idea alone was rather stupid. There's no way McKenna would be jealous of me. There was no reason to be jealous of me in the first place. She had all the looks while I had the brains, and we all know who gets chosen between the two. When it came to looks, having the brains no longer mattered.

"Seriously?" Harry asks, stopping on the sidewalk, "Aurora, you're so much more beautiful than her. It's not even what matters on the outside. You're beautiful inside and out while McKenna is just beautiful on the outside. She'd be stupid not to be jealous of you."

His words shock me, never having heard those words spoken aloud before. My parents used to say the same thing and I never believed them, feeling like that's just what they had to say since they were my parents. Actually hearing those words being said from a guy was completely different.

What was even better, was that Harry really did make me feel beautiful. I've never felt more confident in my entire life, Harry helping me feel that way in every single kiss or small touch. Even when we were just friends, he made me feel like I was the only one who mattered when we spent time together. If only Harry could realize how much he's impacted my life within these past two months.

"Thank you," I smile at him, leaning forward to place my lips against his.

He kisses me softly, one hand intertwined with mine while the other softly caresses the side of my face, his fingers slipping easily into my hair. Even though he still tasted like mint and sugar, there was just a hint of the summer night air on his lips that sent a wave of ecstasy coursing through my veins. I clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer to me.

Harry hums softly, pulling away from me, "We need to go or else we're going to be late," he says, brushing my hair away from my face.

"Okay," I sigh, feeling cold and empty now that his lips weren't pressed against mine, "but one more kiss."

He smiles at me before leaning his head down and resting his lips on mine, making this one count before we had to separate once more. "There," he chuckles before he starts walking again, pulling me with him.

We only take a few steps before he turns to me once again and kisses me, pulling me into him by my waist. I smile as he kisses my lips, knowing that wherever he was taking me, we were going to be late.

"Aren't you tired of kissing me yet?" I mumble against his lips as he doesn't pull away, his teeth softly biting my bottom lip.

I felt bad for the people walking by as we gave them a free show. But what the hell. This was Italy. Plenty of couples make out on the streets everywhere you go. So what if I was one of those couples for once?

"I'll never get tired of kissing you," he hums while he squeezes my hip softly, pulling my body closer to his, "We really should go though," Harry sighs as he rests his forehead on mine, his soft curls tickling my skin.

I reach up and run my thumb over his bottom lip that was wet from kissing me, my lip gloss no longer existant. We were both breathing heavily as we stood on the sidewalk, and I was sure that if you looked into our eyes you would see stars. "Let's go then," I say quietly before I pull my head away from his.

"Why do you put up with her?" Harry asks after we start walking again.

"Honestly, I don't know," I sigh, wishing I would stand up for myself, "I guess I'm just trying to make her see that how she acts is wrong and she needs to become a better person," Harry nods his head at my words, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of my hand.

All my life, I've always tried to show McKenna that she needed to be nicer to people instead of using her beauty to get her way. Even in school, she was rude to anybody who wasn't in her friend group. She was always known as the mean popular girl, a true Regina George. Although I was apart of her friend group, I never treated anyone as if they were lower than me, talking to almost everyone at school even if I didn't know them very well.

"Tell me something, Aurora," he says after a few minutes of silence, "Did you think I was going to find her more attractive than you?"

I glance at Harry from the corner of my eye, hesitant to tell him the truth. I wasn't sure how he would feel if I said yes and I definitely didn't want to lie to him. "Yes," I admit quietly, "Only because that's the way it's been all of my life," I add before he can open his mouth, trying to make it sound better than what it really was.

"Did Niall find her more attractive than you?" His words are soft as they come out, not a hint of anger laced in them.

"No," I say quietly. At least I didn't think so.

"Then why did you think I would?" He asks, my mind trying to figure out if he was mad or not.

"You had said that beautiful things attracted you and McKenna is undeniably beautiful. I just thought that she'd draw you in with her beauty. I'm sorry if it upsets you. I wasn't trying to make you sound like-"

"I'm not mad or upset, Aurora. I just wish you'd realize how beautiful you truly are," Harry cuts me off, his words warmer than honey, "Yes. I am drawn to beautiful things, all artists are, but we see the beauty that's within. Like I said before, beauty is more than what's on the outside," he finishes talking right as we arrive in front of a tall building, not a single light shining from the windows.

"Where are we?" I ask Harry as he reaches for the door.

He leads me into the dark building without saying a word, the lights in the hallway barely illuminating the darkness that surrounded us. I watch as he presses the button for an elevator door to open, the metal doors opening smoothly. "It's on the roof," Harry says as he pulls me onto the elevator, pressing the button for the roof.

"What's on the roof?" I ask, wanting to know whether or not I was about to get pushed off of a building.

"You'll see," he murmurs, squeezing my hand as the numbers quickly rise, the elevator making a humming noise as we move upwards. I could feel Harry's pulse as his wrist touched my arm, wondering why his heart was beating so fast.

A familiar smell fills the elevator and I realize that it smelt like flowers, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion as to why an elevator would smell like flowers.

I get my answer as the bell dings and the elevator doors open to reveal a single table on the roof along with dozens of yellow roses littering the ground. Candles are scattered along the ground, giving the petals of the roses a glowy golden look. Liam and Louis are standing on either side of the table wearing waiter outfits, smiles gracing their faces. Behind them is the city of Rome, its sparkling lights and beautiful architecture enchanting the night air.

"Harry," I breathe as we step off of the elevator, careful as not to step on the yellow roses.

"Surprise," he smiles, kissing my cheek before he pulls my chair out from under the table. I sit down, completely speechless as he sits down across from me.

"Hello, gorgeous," Liam smiles at me as he pours champagne into my glass, Louis doing the same to Harry's, "How's this for a date?"

"I'm telling you, Harry. This is a fire hazard. Flowers and candles, when in close proximity, is not a good idea," Louis tells Harry while he pours his champagne.

I laugh softly, watching the way Harry rolls his eyes before whispering to him to bring our food. Louis huffs in annoyance before walking away with Liam, returning only a few seconds later with a plate of food in their hands. "Spaghetti?" I laugh, looking over at Harry in amusement.

"A replacement for the spaghetti I burned," Harry winks at me.

The chatter of Liam and Louis mixes in with our conversation as we eat, Harry explaining that the reason he didn't eat lunch with me today was because he was planning this for me. The building was the same building we had been at when we saw each other again at the wine tasting, his friend letting him use it for tonight.

I loved the way his facial features looked so soft in the candlelight, the warm light dancing over his smooth skin. His head was tilted back as he laughed at something I had just said, his eyes twinkling with happiness. The champagne added a soft pink tint to his cheeks and nose as the alcohol made its way through his system, a warm summer breeze ruffling his hair.

My foot searches for his under the table, resting it lightly against his shoe. He looks at me, smiling even wider than he had been before, reaching his hand out to grab mine across the table. "Do you like your surprise?" He asks.

"I love it," I sigh, squeezing his hand softly, shivering lightly as his cold rings touch my skin, "You really didn't have to do all of this."

"Yes I did," he replies, "You're out of yellow roses by the way," he adds before bringing my hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss to the back of my hand.

My heart flutters as he kisses each of my knuckles, his soft lips causing goosebumps to appear on my skin and butterflies to flit around in my stomach. "Dessert for the lovely couple," Liam says softly, placing a plate covered with chocolate-covered strawberries in front of us.

"My favorite," I smile, noticing the way Harry was watching me.

"We're just going to put on some music and we'll leave," Liam says, leaning down to press a quick kiss to my lips.

"Thank you, Li," I smile up at him, "Thank you too, Lou," I add, grabbing his arm and pulling him down to hug me.

He presses a kiss to my cheek, "No problem, darling. You two have fun." Louis smiles at me.

Frank Sinatra starts playing from a record player as they get into the elevator, waving goodbye as the doors close. "My favorite music too?" I smile, picking up a strawberry.

"Mhm," Harry hums as he takes a bite of the strawberry. His lips become red from the fruit, a small piece of chocolate on the corner of his mouth.

I gently reach out, wiping the chocolate away with my thumb, "You had some chocolate on your mouth," I explain as I wipe my thumb on a napkin.

"That was so cliche," Harry chuckles, nudging my foot under the table.

"Cliche is fun," I shrug my shoulders, nudging his foot back.

Harry gets up from the table and offers his hand out to me, "May I have this dance?" He asks, I've Got You Under My Skin playing softly from the record player speakers.

I take his hand, standing up as I smooth out my dress, "You may," he leads me over to a small place on the roof that didn't have any candles or flowers, pulling me close to him as we sway back and forth to the music.

I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat rather than the music. I was sure we looked like an old-timey couple as we danced together, his arm wrapped around my waist while the other was holding my hand. My hand was holding onto his shoulder, the fabric of his shirt soft against my fingertips.

"Thank you," I whisper, studying the layout of the city in front of me.

"You don't need to thank me," Harry whispers back, placing a kiss to the top of my head, "Can I ask you something?" I nod my head and close my eyes, enjoying the way his chest vibrated as he talked, "My sister's wedding is next weekend and I was wondering if maybe you'd like to be my date."

I pick my head off of his chest, staring into his mint green eyes, "You want me to go to England with you and meet your family?" I ask, panic sneaking its way into my brain.

Harry smiles at me and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, "Yes. I do. It'll only be for three days," he kisses my nose, "I understand if you don't want to go."

Flying to another county with Harry was a big deal. What was an even bigger deal was meeting his family. I haven't even told my family about Harry yet and he wants me to meet his.

"Can I think about it?"

He nods his head, a small flash of sadness appearing in his eyes only to disappear within a second, "Of course."

I didn't want to upset Harry, but if I was being honest, I was extremely nervous at the thought of meeting his family. It took me four months to agree to meet Niall's family in Ireland. Meeting the family always freaks me out because I know they'll be watching my every move and paying close attention to every word I say.

"Did I upset you?" I ask him, frantically searching for any type of emotion in his eyes.

"No, not at all. I understand that you need to think about it," he reassures me while he places his hand on the side of my face, his thumb gently rubbing my skin, his other hand still wrapped around my waist.

I remove my hand from his shoulder, wrapping it around the back of his neck, "Okay," I whisper, pulling his head down closer to me as I placed my lips on his.

He tasted like chocolate and strawberries this time, the sweetness of his lips preventing me from being able to pull away. It always felt like our first kiss when Harry kissed me, the same feelings coursing throughout my body. I still couldn't get enough of his soft lips and his gentle touch as he cupped the side of my face in his hand. He hums softly, his chest vibrating against mine.

"It's getting late," I mumble against his lips.

"So?" Harry mumbles back, his lips never leaving mine completely.

I pull away from him with a smile, enjoying the way he softly whines from our loss of contact, his eyes fluttering open, "So, I have work tomorrow."

"My place is just around the corner. Stay with me tonight," he suggests.

"What about McKenna?" I ask, not caring in the first place. Harry lets out a sarcastic laugh, pressing one more quick kiss to my lips.

"Fuck McKenna."