AN: I literally love all of you. Every single one of you. I love you I love you I love you.

~Alex

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I never questioned Harry about lying to me about the text message. How could I when I wasn't telling him the whole truth about why I left in such a hurry last night? It was obvious we both had our secrets. Now it was just waiting to see if those secrets would come out or if we'd let them pull us apart.

"Lunch?" Harry asks me as he parks across the street from a small cafe.

"Sure," I smile at him, the smile not quite reaching my eyes, "but I'm paying."

After having made a few more stops to art stores and just random places here and there, it was finally lunchtime and my headache had somewhat eased off to a bearable throbbing. My mind was going into overdrive trying to think about everything that has happened within the past 24 hours.

First of all, Harry and I had had our first argument. Then Niall had called me and I lied to Harry about why I had to leave. Niall had told me he was still in love with me and I had finally admitted that I was still in love with him. I quite literally got drunk off of my ass and was now worrying myself sick about being in love with Niall and Harry at the same time. And now, Harry's ex was in town and he was planning on meeting up with her.

What a life to be living at the moment.

Harry grabs my thigh as I unbuckle my seatbelt, my head snapping around to meet his green eyes that were filled with concern, "Is something wrong, Flower?"

"No. Why?" I lie through my teeth, inwardly cringing at how many lies I had told Harry today. It made me sick.

"Your eyes," he says softly, "They look sad."

Of course he could read my emotions easily as if they were an open book. Why couldn't I do the same with him? He was so locked down about everything when it came to what he was feeling, the emotion never being evident in his eyes. I just wish that for once he'd let me inside to take a look around whatever was going on inside of that masterpiece of a mind.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me," I nod my head, leaning forward to press a kiss to his warm cheek.

"It's kind of hard not to worry about you when you're the only thing I think about," he replies, concern still filling his eyes - the only emotion I could see.

I smile at him again, this time feeling it reach my eyes, "I'm okay, Harry."

"You'd tell me if something was wrong, right?"

Not being able to meet his eyes, I turn away and open my door, "Mhm," I hum just loudly enough for him to hear me over the sound of cars driving by.

"That's not an answer, Aurora!" Harry calls out to me from the other side of his car as I begin walking across the street, checking for oncoming cars.

"Sure it is, Capolavoro!" I call back to him over my shoulder, giggling slightly as I watch him dash across the street to catch up to me from where I was standing on the sidewalk.

He's breathless by the time he's standing beside me, playfully glaring at me as amusement dances its way through his eyes, "It's really not an answer," he grabs my hand, opening the door to the cafe for me.

"If you say so."

Lunch was rather enjoyable as we sat across from each other and talked. For once I wasn't worrying about Niall or the text message he had received from Maria. My undivided attention was on Harry as he told me about his family, trying to calm my nerves about meeting them.

"I promise you they're amazing and they'll love you," Harry says, reaching out across the table to grab my hand, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb, "I'm still excited that you even agreed to go."

"I just get so nervous when it comes to meeting the family," I shrug my shoulders, reaching over with my free hand to grab a fry off of his plate.

"Hey now. You have your own fries," he lightly smacks my hand as I reach back over to grab more.

I giggle loudly as I take more of his fries, listening to his small comments of protest, "Yours taste better."

"I guess I'll just take this then," he grabs my half-eaten sandwich and shoves a bite into his mouth, my mouth falling open as I let out a gasp, "Mm, your sandwich is better than mine. I think I'll just keep it," he wiggles his eyebrows at me as he takes another bite.

"Give it back!" I smile as I reach out quickly to grab it from him, failing miserably as he yanks his hand away.

"Then give me my fries back," he grins at me with his shit-eating grin, dangling my sandwich in front of me.

I pout slightly as I stare at him with big eyes, "but yours taste so much better than mine. And they're already touching my plate."

He laughs softly as he lays my sandwich back down on my plate, shaking his head at me, "I can't resist those eyes," he sighs as I smile triumphantly.

"Nobody can, Styles," I grin at him while taking another bite of a fry, "You've got something on your face by the way."

"What? Here?" He takes my hand that he was holding and wipes it against his mouth, "Or here?" My hand catches the food that had been on his face as I squeal softly, trying to pull my hand away.

"Harry!" I laugh as he rubs my hand all over his mouth. I pick up a napkin and throw it at him, completely missing him and hitting the girl sitting behind him in the shoulder, "Oh, shit!" I mutter underneath my breath as Harry widens his eyes while he laughs.

The girl turns around as Harry holds in his laughter, making it harder for me to look sincere, "Did you just throw this napkin at me?" She asks, obviously American by the hint of her Northern accent.

"Yes and I'm so sorry. I was trying to hit him," I point at Harry, kicking him slightly underneath the table to get him to stop laughing. The giggles that were escaping his lips weren't helping my case as she watched me laugh, obviously not entertained.

"Maybe you should work on your aim," she says, "and maybe try not to laugh when you apologize to someone."

Harry turns around in his seat, planting his heartbreaker smile onto his lips, "I'm so sorry about that, love," he tells her while her cheeks flush a deep crimson red as she looks at him, becoming flustered by his accent and attractive features, "My girlfriend here was just throwing the napkin at me after I told her how many times I planned on fucking her in my car right over there after we get done eating," he points to his car through the window in the cafe that was parked just across the street.

My eyes widen at his words as the girl's face becomes an even darker red, instantly turning around in her seat and clearing her throat awkwardly, "Oh my god, Harry!" I whisper to him as I cover my mouth to muffle my hysterical laughter.

"How was that?" He smiles at me, arrogantly proud of himself as he stared at me in satisfaction. He takes his own napkin and wipes my hand off while I bury my face in my free hand, trying to calm myself down and stop my uncontrollable laughter.

"You're going to be the death of me, Harry Styles, the artist," I shake my head at him, wiping away the tears that had formed in the corner of my eyes.

"And you're going to be the death of me, Aurora Honeycutt, the florist," he squeezes my hand.

Clearing my throat slightly, I shift in my seat, "So, um. Girlfriend?" I question him, recalling we never actually said as to whether or not we were officially dating or not.

"Oh. Uh, yeah," Harry shifts his eyes between me and his plate nervously, "Sorry. I know we never actually officially said what we were and all but-"

"I actually don't mind the title," I cut him off, holding back the grin that was threatening to form on my lips.

"Yeah?" His eyes light up as he leans forward in his seat.

"Yeah," I smile, tapping his foot with mine under the table.

The purest smile forms on his lips as he brings my hand up to his mouth and presses a gentle kiss to the back of my hand, "So do this make me your boyfriend then?"

"I suppose it does," I laugh softly, feeling my heart swell with happiness.

His phone dings once again as it lights up from where it was sitting on the table, his eyes quickly darting over to it before he pulls his hand away from mine. "Nobody again?" I ask, a twinge of annoyance laced in my tone, our happy moment ruined.

"Yeah. Nobody," he breathes as his thumbs work quickly across the screen as he types back a reply.

"I'm going to go pay," I roll my eyes, getting up from the table and walking over to stand in line.

I guess what was bothering me the most was how easily he could lie. He made it look so easy the first time in the car as if it didn't pain him a bit to lie to me. I, on the other hand, felt like I was going to throw up everywhere anytime the thought of lying to him popped into my brain.

Or maybe he did feel guilty when he lied to me. He was just really good at hiding it.

Glancing over my shoulder to look at him, my heart drops as I see he's smiling while he's typing. The food in my stomach felt like it was making its way back up once I turned back around. Maybe it wasn't Maria and it was his mom or sister, but part of me was saying that it was her. Part of me knew it was her.

And she was causing him to smile.

It was funny how you could go from an extreme low to an extreme high, then back down again. Right now that's how I was feeling. It was almost as if I wasn't supposed to be feeling any type of happiness at all. Maybe I didn't deserve it at the moment. Maybe I was supposed to give all of my happiness away to others. If that was the case - I didn't mind one bit. Let other people have my happiness, as long as that meant that they would no longer have to feel sadness.

I tried giving Harry the benefit of the doubt, thinking that maybe the only reason why he wanted to meet up with her was because he wanted to tell her that he had met someone new. He wanted to tell her that he was genuinely happy again. He had found a new muse and was finally over her. That he found someone new to love.

Now I wasn't so sure.

By the dimply smile on his face and the light in his eyes, they were obviously talking about other things rather than just meeting. But who was I to assume that? I really shouldn't be assuming things without knowing anything. Assumptions always led to no good.

"È il tuo fidanzato, vero?" A little old lady taps me on the shoulder after I turn from paying for lunch, motioning over to Harry who's nose was still buried in his phone.

"Si, si lo è," I smile at her, holding onto her hand after she had grabbed mine.

She nods her head with a sweet smile, squeezing my hand a bit, "Voi due siete una bella coppia."

"Grazie mille," I see Harry stand up, shoving his phone back into his pocket as he walks over to us, "Non parla molto bene l'italiano," I tell her before he comes up to me, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"I was just telling your girlfriend here that you two make a very beautiful couple," she tells him, squeezing his bicep while she's still holding onto my hand.

He glances at me with a bright smile on his face, squeezing my hip as he pulls me closer to him, "Well, thank you. Although, she's the one who brings all of the beauty to our relationship," My cheeks flush pink at his compliment as I start smiling like a fool.

"I'll leave you two be," she says once more before letting go of my hand and Harry's bicep, "I just had to say something. I was watching you two talk and interact from where I was sitting and could tell that you two are deeply in love."

She walks away before we could say anything else, leaving us with our mouths open slightly. I turn my head to look at Harry to find that he was already looking at me, his green eyes filled with warmth, "She was sweet," I clear my throat, cramming my wallet back into my purse along with the receipt.

"Kiss me in the middle of this cafe," Harry stares at me, "Right now."

"But we're in the way of people and there's a lo-" I don't get to finish my sentence as Harry takes my face into his hands and kisses me softly.

The people around us fade into nothingness as our lips fit together in the most perfect way possible, the feeling of his heart beating against my chest as I pushed myself closer to him making me go weak in the knees. It was a sweet kiss that had me falling all into his sugar and mint lips, making me forget all about Maria and the text message.

It was just me and Harry. Harry and I. The both of us up against the world as we chose to shut it out by holding tightly onto each other and refusing to let go. The flower and the masterpiece coming together to create the most beautiful piece of art anyone had ever seen. Just the two of us. The Flower and the Capolavoro. A beautiful and perfect combination.

A loud cheer erupts around us as we pull away from each other's magnetic force, both of us looking around the cafe as everyone was whistling and clapping. "Oh god," I bury my face in Harry's chest as my cheeks flush with embarrassment, his chest vibrating as Harry lets out a throaty laugh.

"Bellissima! Bellissimo! Bella coppia!" Were the words that were leaving people's mouths as all eyes were on us, loud whistles and eager clapping filling the tiny cafe.

"They think we're beautiful," I whisper in Harry's ear as I smile shyly at the people surrounding us with smiles on their faces.

"It's because we are. You are," he takes my face into his hands once more and kisses me again, the cheers and clapping becoming louder this time.

I smile against his lips, thinking that this was the type of thing that only happened in movies. Harry made my life a movie and it was a movie I never wanted to see the end of.

"My Flower," Harry smiles down at me once our lips were no longer touching. He takes my hand and stands beside me, bowing gracefully as people continue to cheer. I laugh and shake my head at him, slightly bowing with Harry before he leads me through the crowd surrounding us.

We were still laughing as we walked across the street to his car, our cheeks tinged with a hint of pink, "Watch this," he nudges me as he opens the backseat door, looking across the street.

The girl who I had accidentally hit with the napkin was clearly visible as she and her friend stared at us through the windows. I watch as Harry holds up four of his fingers and quickly pushes me into the backseat of his car, climbing in after me and closing the door.

"You're evil, you know that right?" I smile as he couldn't help but laugh, clearly proud of himself.

"You should've seen her face. I swear I've never seen someone turn so red," He holds his stomach as he laughs.

I watch him in his happy state, completely mesmerized by everything about him. The way his hair fell down around his forehead and eyes, framing his features in such a soft and beautiful way. The way his green eyes sparkled and twinkled with happiness. The way his plump pink lips were curled upwards into a smile as he laughed, dimples appearing on his cheeks. The way his long eyelashes rested on the tip of his sharp cheekbones and the way his nose crinkled up ever so slightly.

I realized that falling in love with Harry was simple; effortless.

So effortless that just when I thought I couldn't fall any deeper in love with him, I was proving myself wrong by feeling myself swooning over every small action of his.

"So tell me, Flower," Harry sighs once he gets over his laughing fit, pulling me onto his lap, "How many times have you fucked someone in the back of a car?"

My cheeks turn pink at his words as my thighs straddle his legs, his hands sliding slowly up and down my sides, "I haven't actually."

"You're kidding," he gapes at me, his hands coming to a halt at my hips, "Don't tell me Niall was one of those conservative people who only does it on a bed."

"So you don't want me to tell you he was like that? Because he was," I raise my eyebrows at Harry, who only shakes his head in disbelief.

Don't get me wrong, our sex life was amazing. It just wasn't thrilling I guess you could say.

Harry hums softly, mischievous thoughts dancing through his eyes, "So you've never been touched in the back of a car before?" He says lowly as he slips one of his hands underneath the waistband of my jeans.

"No," I breathe out shakily, curling my fingers into his hair as my breath hitches in my throat.

"Would you like for me to change that, Aurora?" The coolness of his rings pressed against my hot skin has me melting into his arms like putty.

"Yes," I nod my head, my chest feeling heavy as I stop breathing altogether.

Harry starts trailing kisses down my neck as he easily unbuttons my jeans with one hand, "Breathe, Aurora," he mumbles against my skin as his fingers slip underneath the material of my underwear, my grip on his hair becoming tighter as I screw my eyes shut.

His lips were hot against the skin of my neck as I tilted my head back until it hit the headrest of the seat behind me, letting out a small moan as his fingers brush softly across my pelvic bones and closer to my bundle of nerves. "Harry," I whine as he teases me by not touching me where I wanted him most, only touching the sensitive skin above it.

A loud ringing fills the hot tension of his car and I feel the vibrating coming from Harry's pocket, "Fuck," he whispers, yanking his phone out of his pocket and hanging up on whoever was calling him. Not even a few seconds pass by before his phone is ringing again.

"Just answer it," I tell him, grabbing his hand that was still underneath my underwear and pulling it away from me.

"But I don't want to," he says while holding me down on his lap as I try to move off of him, "We're in the middle of something."

No sooner than his phone stopped ringing the second time, it began ringing immediately after, "It's okay. Answer it," I nod my head at him and push my way off of his lap, buttoning up my jeans underneath his intense stare.

Harry lets out a frustrated sigh as he angrily grabs his phone. "Hello?" He says rather harshly, eyes immediately widening shortly after,n"I'll be right there."

"What's wrong?" I ask him as he hurriedly climbs into the driver's seat, helping me climb into the passenger seat as well.

"I'm thirty minutes late for a meeting with one of the most important investors for my artwork," Harry says quickly as he leans over me and buckles my seatbelt, kissing my cheek as he does so, "I'm so sorry, Flower."

I shake my head, shifting in my seat as I try to adjust to my frustrated bundle of nerves, "It's okay. Payback for the four times I've left you hanging."

"Ah," he smirks as he reaches over and puts his hand dangerously high on my thigh, "but I plan on finishing after this meeting."