AN: Hey guys. Sorry I haven't published in awhile. I was working through some things. I'm good now I guess and I hope you like this chapter. Sorry it's short and it sucks but the next one will be better.

Love you

~Alex

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An exasperated groan leaves Liam's mouth at the sound of McKenna's name, "Not that bitch again."

I laugh at his words, knowing how little he cared for McKenna. The first time he ever met her, she instantly insulted his hair and he's despised her ever since, "Thankfully I didn't have to put up with her last night or this morning," I sigh in relief, knowing I'd have to deal with her when I got home.

"So I'm guessing you spent the night with Harry last night. That explains why you're wearing the same dress as last night," Liam cocks an eyebrow at me as a smirk plays on his lips, "You've got to tell me how big it is."

I smack his arm, shushing him as a customer walks by us, "We haven't had sex yet, you twit. We're taking it slow," I whisper, making sure no one was around us.

"You're kidding," he scoffs, stopping what he was doing to look at me.

"Nope," I smile at him, giggling as I see the astounded look on his face, my eyes filled with amusement.

He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before looking at me, "So you're telling me, you're dating a literal god and you haven't fucked him yet? Am I hearing you correctly?"

I nod my head, "As I said, we're taking it slow," I hum, "We only just started dating, Li."

"But you've known each other for a little over two months now."

"I know," I reply, starting to feel myself not wanting to continue this conversation, "He asked me to go to his sister's wedding with him."

Liam gasps rather loudly, causing the multiple customers in the store to look our way, "Sorry," I smile at them.

They go back to looking at the flowers as Liam gawks at me, "Holy shit, Aurora. He wants you to meet his family. Like, all of his family. At one time."

"Exactly. Which is why I said I'd think about it."

The truth is, I'd love to go with Harry. I knew how much he cared about his family and how much they meant to him, it was just the anxiety of knowing whether or not they'd approve of me. It also didn't help that my own family didn't know about him in the first place - although I'm sure McKenna already called my parents and told them all about Harry.

Now I was just waiting on a phone call from my mother, anticipating she would say that I should immediately fly home and bring him with me.

In all honesty, I knew they were going to love him. My dad would immediately claim him as one of his sons, specifically because he was an artist. He'd take him upstairs to the huge studio that overlooked the beach and show him all of his paintings and insist that they painted together, bonding over different paint brands and paintbrushes.

My mom on the other hand, would drag him to the kitchen with her and show him all of her different recipes that she used at her thriving restaurant. They'd spend hours in the kitchen while she cooked, showing him all of her different tricks and secrets.

And knowing Harry, he'd love every second of it.

"I think you should go," Liam states.

I let out a small laugh, nodding my head at his words, "I'm still thinking about it."

He rolls his eyes at me while he flicks my arm, "You're so difficult," he sighs.

"Which is why you love me," I smile cheekily at him. He grumbles a sure before walking over to help a customer pick out some flowers.

While I was checking a customer out my phone began to ring. I knew who it was without even having to look at the caller ID. "Have a good day, Mrs. Russo," I smile at her before hurriedly picking up my phone before it went to voicemail, "Hi, mom!"

"Why didn't you tell us you have a boyfriend?" She immediately speaks without saying hello.

I sigh and walk to the back of the store where we keep the extra flowers, "I was going to tell you. We only started dating last week."

"How long have you known him?" She asks and I can hear my dad whispering something to her.

"Hi, Dad," I roll my eyes, leaning against a counter.

I'm guessing she put me on speaker by the way the noises in the background become louder. "Hi, honey!" He says with a chipper tone.

"Answer the question, Aurora," My mother's voice says sternly.

"A little over two months now," I respond and wait for their reaction. My mother had a tendency of being overdramatic.

Our conversation included many questions about Harry and our relationship. My mom asked me how old he was while my dad asked mainly about his art - which didn't surprise me.

I explained everything. From how we decided to be just friends at first and then how our relationship grew into something more. The questions seemed never-ending and I felt myself growing tired of having to answer all of them.

Turns out, my dad had done some research on Harry and practically knew almost everything about him. It was rather freaky but understandable I guess.

"So does this mean you're over Niall?" Mom asks once all the talk about Harry is over with.

I groan internally, knowing she was going to find some way to bring him up.

My parents loved Niall to death and hated it when we broke up. It was almost as if they took the break up harder than I did. "I really don't want to talk about him, mom."

"Okay," she sighs, "I just know how hard it was for you."

"So when are you going to let us meet him?" Dad interrupts before mom can say anything else about Niall.

I hum softly, "Soon," I knew that if I didn't bring Harry to them, they'd bring themselves to Harry, and I didn't need my parents coming all the way to Italy just to meet someone.

My attention turns to the doorway as the door opens and Harry's head peaks inside, smiling once he sees me, "I've got to go. I love you guys!" I say quickly before hanging up, placing my phone on the counter behind me.

"Who was that?" Harry asks as he closes the door behind him.

"My parents," I reply, feeling my body start to shake with excitement as Harry stands in front of me, "They were just calling to see when they could meet you," My back presses deeper into the counter behind me as Harry walks towards me, the look in his eye making me go weak in the knees.

"What did you say?" He asks as he presses his chest against mine. I feel his hands wrap around my waist before I let out a small shriek as he lifts me onto the counter.

I become breathless as he stands between my legs, my eyes fluttering shut as he leans towards me. "Soon," I breathe, my mind going into overdrive as I remember I'm wearing a dress, the soft material riding higher up my thighs.

Harry hums as he starts pressing kisses along my jawline, his hands slipping underneath my dress to rest on my thighs. The rings on his fingers are cold as he presses his fingertips against my hot skin, "Have you made up your mind yet?"

"Almost," I mumble while he starts trailing kisses down my neck. The higher his hands go, the higher my dress moves upwards, sending a slight chill down my spine.

My hands slip easily under his black shirt while I tilt my head back, Harry pressing wet kisses to my neck and collarbones. His skin is smooth against my fingertips as I let my hands travel along his chest and torso, feeling his heart pounding against his ribs. I was sure mine was beating just as fast, his soft lips heightening every single one of my senses.

"What if Liam walks in here?" I whisper, opening my eyes to look at the door that could open any second now.

"Let him," Harry mumbles before connecting his lips to mine. I taste his usual mint and sugar on the tip of tongue, the taste now becoming a drug that my body couldn't go without. The air around us became hot with tension, making it harder for me to breathe.

We pulled each other closer as we relished the others touch, not seeming to be able to get enough of each other. A small moan escapes my lips as Harry softly bites my bottom lip, his hands now fully resting on my hips as my dress no longer covered the lower half of my body. The cold mixture of Harry's rings and the countertop against my hot skin had me shivering against his body, feeling as if I was in a fever dream.

My body seemed to melt into his anytime he touched me. Just a simple graze of his fingertips could send me over the edge without me even realizing it, leaving me hanging on to every word that left his mouth. The effect that he had on me was almost unbearable and I've never felt anything quite like it.

"I should get back to work," The words are weak as they leave my mouth and Harry immediately reconnects his lips to my neck now that they were no longer on my lips.

"Pink underwear?" He smirks, meeting my eyes before darting down to my waist. Blush breaks out across my face as he observes my lace underwear, running his thumbs over the soft fabric, "You really went all out when it came to wearing my favorite color."

This time I'm the one who starts leaving kisses down his neck, breathing in his jasmine cologne, "Mhm," I hum softly while I start tugging at the hem of his shirt, wanting to take it off of him just so I could see the delicate ink that was etched onto his skin.

My phone starts ringing, interrupting the tension that had been building between us. "Don't answer it," Harry mumbles as I crane my neck to see who it was, giggling as he starts to place more kisses down my neck.

"I have to. It's my brother," I say, pushing Harry away softly as I reach for my phone. He grabs my hand before I can grab it, going back to kissing my neck. "Harry," I whine as he relentlessly kisses me, his curls falling into my face and tickling my skin.

"Call him back later."

Before I can protest, the ringing stops and Harry lets out a sigh of relief, "What if it was important?"

"Then he'll text you," he replies, his kisses becoming more urgent as he starts nipping at my skin. I let myself dive back into him, pulling him closer to me, "I'm thinking you should take the rest of the day off and come home with me."

"I can't do that," I laugh softly.

"Why not?" He whines, looking at me as he pouts.

Instead of answering him, I place my lips on his and kiss him urgently. It was hot and rough, his grip on my hips tightening as he lets his desire for me overtake him. This time, he's the one who lets out a moan, the vibrations feeling like an electric shock making its way through my body.

"Surprise!" The door swings open, causing Harry and I to quickly separate.

"Oh, fuck," I mutter as I meet the horrified expressions of my two younger brothers.

"What the fuck?" Oliver gasps as I quickly hop off of the counter, pulling my dress down and pushing Harry away at the same time, "Who the hell is this guy?"

This definitely was not how I wanted my brothers to meet Harry.