AN: Hello everyone! I know it's been awhile since I've updated but I've been super busy with moving and school.

Thank you all so so much for 2k reads. Holy cow this is so unreal.

I love you loads.

~Alex

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Soft fingertips danced their way across my cheek, down to my neck and shoulder, and back up again as I laid beside Harry with my eyes closed.

I had woken up just a few moments ago to the feeling of someone tracing the shape of my lips with their fingertip and held back a smile as I realized it was Harry. I didn't lead on that I was awake, staying as still as possible and keeping my breathing even.

"You truly are a Sleeping Beauty," Harry speaks softly as he rubs the pad of his thumb across my cheek, tucking a small piece of hair that had fallen onto my cheek behind my ear. His breath was minty and I guessed he had already gotten up and brushed his teeth - while my mouth felt like sandpaper, "My beautiful Flower," Pillowy soft lips fall onto the tip of my nose then my cheek, down to my jawline then neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

One of his hands were rested on my hip while his thumb traced odd shapes and patterns onto my skin, the other hand stuck underneath my head as I rested it on his arm. My hands were pressed up against his chest and I could feel the slow, rhythmic beating of his heart and the warm flush of his skin as our legs were intertwined so tightly together you couldn't tell where his started and mine ended. It was as if our bodies were magnets and we couldn't seem to stay away from each other when it came to being in close proximity.

"I'm falling so hard for you, Aurora," he breathes across the skin of my neck, causing my heart to beat faster and a small smile to twinge at my lips.

Guilt seeps it's way into my mind as I remember what I wrote yesterday, almost recoiling underneath his touch as my eyes begin to sting behind my closed eyelids. Harry was falling for me while I had already fallen for him and was falling more and more every day. Yet the notebook that sat on the floor across the hall held our destiny in its hands without even being aware of the power its pages held.

I wanted to stay like this forever. I never wanted Harry's fingertips to leave my skin as he continued to trace my features, cooing over how beautiful I was. It made my heart swell with warmth and it left me gasping for air. I never wanted Harry's lips to leave my skin as he continued to pepper kisses all over my face and neck while I held back smiles so he wouldn't know I was awake.

But all good things must come to an end. Even if it meant that it was perfect and nothing in the world could compare to this exact moment in time.

I open my eyes to be greeted with his beautiful forest green ones, my breath hitching in my throat as loving warmth fills every inch of them. "Well good morning, Flower," he smiles brightly and leans forward to kiss my lips.

"Ah," I pull backwards, covering my mouth with my hand, "I need to go brush my teeth."

"But I want a kiss first," he pouts slightly and grabs my hand to pull it away from my mouth.

"No, baby. You brushed your teeth now let me," I laugh softly while trying to roll out of bed.

Harry's arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me back into his chest, "Call me baby again and you'll never leave this bed," Harry whispers lowly in my ear as he peppers kisses behind my ear, "and you don't need to brush your teeth. I don't mind kissing you with morning breath. It's not like we haven't done it before."

"Well that was different because you hadn't already brushed your teeth," I struggle underneath his grip as he held me tighter against his chest, "Let me go, baby," I whine.

"I told you if you called me baby again you wouldn't leave this bed. I guess you never listen," Harry says cheekily as he climbs on top of me. His lips attach themselves onto my neck while his body presses me into the mattress, preventing me from being able to get up.

"Come on, Harry. Please let me go brush my teeth?"

"Nope. Not...until...you...give me...a kiss," He says in between kisses he was placing on my neck.

I giggle softly as his curls tickle my face, squirming underneath him as I tried to escape, "Fine. I'll give you a kiss," As he lifts his head up, momentarily releasing his body from me, I shoot out from under him from between his legs, "Yes! I'm free!" I smile triumphantly as I watch him flip around onto his back in disbelief.

"You little shit," he gasps and quickly gets up from the bed.

I squeal softly and run into the bathroom, closing the door in his face as I grab the spare toothbrush he lets me use when I stay the night, "Can't win them all, baby," I say before popping the toothbrush in my mouth and opening the door.

Harry stands there with a pout on his face and his arms crossed, "You tricked me," I grin at him with the toothbrush hanging out of my mouth, tussling his unruly hair before letting my hands trail down his bare chest, "Don't be a tease," he grabs my hand as I begin to trail it lower down his abdomen.

I turn around to spit out my toothpaste, feeling Harry's hand cheekily grab my ass as I bend over, "Talk about being a tease," I raise my eyebrows at him while tugging at the bottom of his shirt that covered my body.

"I can't help that I caught a glimpse of your purple underwear," he smirks as he crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe.

"Mm okay," I hum as I go back to brushing my teeth, leaning against the counter with my hip and staring at Harry intently.

He watches me with a smile playing on his lips and I narrow my eyes at him as I see the mischievous thoughts dancing through his forest green eyes. My eyes travel over his exposed tan skin, marveling in the beauty of Harry Styles.

From the way his messy curls framed his face, to the way his long legs were easily crossed over the other as he leaned in the doorway. Every single inch of him was beautiful and nothing could ever convince me otherwise.

I just wish he could see how beautiful he was.

An idea pops into my mind, causing my eyes to light up and widen. I quickly spit out the rest of my toothpaste, wiping my mouth on the towel before turning to look at Harry, "Get dressed, baby," I peck his cheek before slipping past him, "Wear something nice," I rummage around in a drawer he had cleaned out for me to put a spare change of clothes in.

"Why?" Harry asks while watching me slip on my denim shorts.

"Just do it," I smile at him before ushering him into his closet, peeking out the window and grinning even wider once I see it's a clear sky.

As he looks through his closet, I slip off the shirt I was wearing and throw on another one of Harry's white t-shirt, "I'll change and be right back," he mumbles with a pile of clothes in his hands, disappearing into his bathroom.

I exit his bedroom and walk into his studio, looking around for his camera and finding it rather quickly. Our two cups of tea were still sitting on his desk untouched, a sad reminder of everything that had happened last night. The black leather notebook was rested on top of a pillow and I inwardly wince as my eyes travel over it.

Not wanting to look at it any longer, I grab our two cups of tea and carry them into the kitchen with Harry's camera hanging around my neck. Spotting my two brothers sitting at the kitchen bar, I send them a wide smile.

"Good morning," I say cheerily as I rinse out our cups and place them in the sink.

"More like good afternoon," Theo raises his eyebrows while motioning towards the clock that hung on the wall.

1:36 p.m.

"Oh," I smile sheepishly, "We were up late last night."

Oliver raises his eyebrows with a small smirk, "What for?"

"Not the reasons that you think," I roll my eyes, "Neither of us could sleep. That's all."

I didn't want to go into too much detail about Harry's bad dreams and my own personal problems. Telling my brothers would only lead to them pestering me to come home to Florida, which was something that didn't tickle my fancy.

"If you say so," Oliver hums back as both he and Theo stand up, grabbing their coats that had been resting on their chairs. Now that it was getting closer to October, it had started getting colder which was something I was grateful for.

"Where are you two going?"

"We were forced into having lunch with McKenna today," Theo huffs in annoyance, "She said you're never home, so she's forcing us to spend time with her."

I laugh softly before pulling him in for a hug, "Better you than me," I give Oliver a hug before they both leave, calling out a goodbye to Harry as they open the door. I wander aimlessly around Harry's apartment, picking up a few things here and there and cleaning up a bit.

Theo and Oliver seemed to leave the place in a mess, pairs of socks, and random dishes lying around everywhere. I was surprised Harry hadn't said anything to them about it, but knowing Harry he probably didn't want to come off as rude.

"Flower?" Harry calls out to me as I'm loading up the dishwasher.

"In here," I call back to him, blowing a strand of hair out of my face as I look up to see Harry standing in front of me. A smile instantly breaks out across my face as I take in his attire, swooning over how stunningly beautiful he looked.

A navy blue gingham dressing gown covered his black and white striped suit, making him look sophisticated yet comfortable at the same time. White loafers were worn over pink socks as an orange beaded necklace peeked behind his striped suit. His hair was neatly styled and pushed back just enough so stray curls wouldn't fall into his eyes. Rings covered his fingers as always and he was twisting one on his pinky nervously as he watched me look over him.

"Is this okay?" He mumbles and I find myself wanting to run my hands all over him, feeling that desire in the pit of my stomach growing the longer I stared at him.

"Wow," I finally breathe out, finding myself speechless, "How did I get so lucky?"

His cheeks flush red at my compliment, a toothy smile appearing on his lips, "I could say the same about you. You look better in my shirt than I do."

"Yeah, yeah. People are going to think you picked me up off of a corner compared to how I'm dressed," I smile as I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his torso.

"I think you look beautiful,"

I peck his lips, standing on the tip of my toes a bit as I press myself into him, "Mind if I borrow a coat or something? I think it's a bit cold outside today."

"I have the perfect thing for you," he smiles before taking my hand and leading me back into his bedroom. I stand behind him as he shuffles through his clothes in his closet, his hands landing on a multicolored crochet cardigan, "Here. I haven't worn this yet, but I think it'll look better on you than me."

"Impossible," I roll my eyes as I take the soft cardigan from him, reveling in the way I was now surrounded by Harry's scent now that I was wearing two articles of clothing that were his.

"I stand corrected," Harry smiles as the cardigan falls to the middle of my thigh, the sleeves enveloping my hands. I slip on my tattered white Vans, taking in Harry's attire once more before taking his hand in mine and leading him towards the front door, his camera still hanging from my neck, "So where are we headed?"

"My shop," I reply quickly as I drag him down the stairs, shivering slightly as the chilly air outside hits my bare legs.

We walk down the street hand in hand and I feel tiny compared to Harry. Every person who passed us couldn't help but stare at him in amazement, marveling in his beauty and completely overlooking me. The cold air tinged his cheeks and tip of his nose the perfect shade of pink while the light wind tousled his hair every which way, yet his curls always fell perfectly back into place.

A few girls here and there giggled as we walked by them, whispering to their friends and their cheeks blushing as they watched the beautiful stranger walk by them.

"How can you not find yourself beautiful when people react to you this way?" I ask him after a few moments of walking.

"Because they're opinion doesn't matter to me," Harry says simply, turning his head to look at me, "You're the only person I feel beautiful with."

There he goes with the breathtaking comments.

While he was getting the beautiful stares, I was getting the odd looks. People seemed to be wondering why Harry was so dressed up while I was dressed so lazily. I didn't mind though. Harry truly did radiate beauty.

I lift the camera up and snap a few pictures of his side profile without him noticing, planning out exactly what I had planned in my hand. I was going to do everything in my power to show Harry exactly how beautiful he is.

"I like it when we spend all day together on the weekends," Harry speaks up once we get closer to my flower shop, squeezing my hand a bit as he rubs lazy circles with his thumb on the back of my hand.

"Me too," I hum softly and rest my head on his shoulder, "McKenna's pretty pissed that I'm not home anymore. I just don't have the energy to put up with her anymore."

Harry takes the keys from the back pocket of my shorts once we arrive in front of my shop, "Why is she here again?"

"She said she's taking a break from college," I roll my eyes, taking my keys back from Harry and entering my shop.

Sweet aromas of flowers invade my senses and I flick on the lights. I remember meeting Maria yesterday and unconsciously remove my hand from Harry's, causing him to give me an odd glance, "So what are we doing here?"

"I'm going to make you see how beautiful you are," I explain while eyeing the different flowers, "That way you won't only feel beautiful when I look at you."

Harry smiles at me brightly while shaking his head, grabbing my hand again and pulling me into his chest, "You really are amazing, Flower."

"I know," I smile while looking up at him, standing on the tip of my toes to press a kiss to his nose, "Now you become the model and I'll sort of become the artist - just without actually painting," I pull away from him, sneaking out of his grip as he tries to pull me back into him.

"I don't know how to become the model," he says while furrowing his eyebrows together.

"Just be yourself. You don't have to pose or do anything certain. That's the whole point of this little project is to show how naturally beautiful you are."

He stares at me like he doesn't know what to do, completely flustered at the thought of someone paying close attention to him rather than it being the other way around. I raise his camera up and take a picture of him, earning an aggravated look from Harry, "But I wasn't doing anything. Why'd you take a picture?"

"To show you exactly how easy it is. Relax, baby," I smile at him before walking away and jumping up onto my counter, "Just walk around and look at the flowers. Talk to me. Do whatever."

Harry takes a deep breath before casually strolling around my shop, trailing his fingers along the multitude of petals that were littered amongst the shelves and tables, "You know...this is rather nerve-wracking," he mumbles as I snap pictures of him, "Being the one who is observed rather than being the observer."

"Oh, how I pity your models," I grin at him while taking a few more pictures from my place on the counter.

He chuckles softly, coming to stand in front of a wall covered in coral colored flowers. The people walking outside catches his attention and he turns his head to watch them, his mouth slightly parting as a wistful look fills his bright green eyes. His jawline becomes extra prominent and his whole demeanor becomes calm, cherry red lips and cinnamon brown curls electrifying everything about him. Just the right amount of sunlight hit his skin, giving it an angelic glow that caused his high cheekbones to glow as if crystals were embedded into his skin. Long eyelashes grazed the bottom arch of his eyebrows and briefly grazed his cheekbones as he blinked every few seconds, the whole world coming to a halt every half a second his eyes weren't open - almost as if the world didn't want to exist if Harry wasn't looking at it.

Wow. Just...wow.

"Oh my god," I breathe as I snap a picture, my mouth gaping as I bring the camera down, still staring at the beautiful creature whose attention was still on the people walking by outside, "Oh my fucking god."

"Aurora?" Harry says once he looks back at me.

I felt as if I couldn't speak or even think, my heartbeat becoming irregular and my breathing becoming erratic.

Who was this glorious masterpiece standing in front of me? Surely it had to be some sort of greek god who came into the mortal world just to love them and then leave.

"Aurora, darling. Are you okay?" Harry says with a bit of a worried look in his eyes, "Jesus, Flower, breathe. You're turning red," he rubs my back as he caresses my cheek in the palm of his hand.

Without giving it another thought, I grab the collar of his suit and pull him into me, crashing my lips onto his and wrapping my legs around his waist, "You're so beautiful." I mumble against his lips that tasted like fall - crisp and chilly with just a hint of golden rays of sunlight.

"I feel beautiful," he mumbles back and the biggest smile I've ever smiled appears on my lips, the golden rays of sunlight from his lips warming my heart and my soul.

"You do?"

"I do."

He does.

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Life was completely and utterly perfect.

Here I was, my head laying in Harry's lap as he ran his long fingers through my hair while I stared up at Harry who was staring down at me. The laughter and chatter of people filled the crisp Italian air of Rome as we sat on Gianicolo Hill.

"Smile," I bring up the camera and take a picture of Harry just as he flashes me a goofy grin, sticking out his tongue as I snap a few more pictures of him.

"Now you turn," he says, taking the camera from my hands and pointing it down at me.

I cover my face with my hands, peeking at Harry from between my fingers, "No I'm not wearing any makeup," I whine.

"You don't need makeup, baby. You're naturally beautiful," Harry rolls his eyes, "If you don't uncover your face I'm going to tickle you."

"You wouldn't dare," I narrow my eyes at him, still looking at him from in between my fingers, the camera taking a picture of me every few seconds.

"Oh, but I would," he grins evilly as his fingers move from my thigh to my stomach.

"Harry!" I squeal as he starts poking my side, my hands flying away from my face and down to his hand as I try to pry his fingers away from me. The sound of the camera going off - my nose scrunched up and my eyes crinkled together in the corners - lets me know that Harry had succeeded in getting a picture of me.

"What was that when you said I couldn't win them all?" He cocks an eyebrow at me as he continues to take pictures of me.

I roll my eyes and grin up at him, making a funny face before taking the camera out of his hands and laying it on the grass beside us, "That's only one for you and two for me. You have some catching up to do."

"Do I now?" He whispers lowly as he starts tracing my lips with the tip of his forefinger. I close my eyes, shivering every once in a while as his fingertips trace the shape of my nose and the arch of my eyebrows.

His fingers dance across my skin with such delicacy that it felt as if my skin was made of glass. Nothing in the world could compare to the soft touch of his fingers - not even the finest silk. His lips were softer if even possible.

"Je suis tellement amoureux de toi."

"What does that mean?" I peek open one eye to look at Harry, knowing he had just spoken in French by the way the elegant words rolled off of his tongue and filled the cool evening air.

"I can't tell you," he says the exact same words from when he had first spoken in French to me.

"Sei così noioso," I huff out in annoyance before closing my eye again, hearing Harry chuckle softly before he goes back to running his fingers through my hair, twirling a few strands here and there before resorting to braiding it, "Did your sister teach you how to braid?"

"Mmm-hmm," he hums as he continues to make tiny braids throughout my hair, "I once had hair that went down to below my shoulders."

I gasp slightly while smiling, opening my eyes to look at him again, "No way."

"Yeah," Harry chuckles, "I cut it when I moved here though... It was almost like I was starting all over again I guess."

I tried to picture a longhaired Harry in my mind, imagining the way his hair must've fallen into brown ringlets and framed his face in such a way that truly brought out his beauty even more, "Well now I'm upset that I didn't know you before you cut it. I could've braided it and put so many flowers in it."

"I would've liked that," he smiles, picking a tiny white flower from the ground and weaving it into my hair, doing that multiple times until I was sure the only thing my hair consisted of was tiny braids and tiny white flowers.

"Hey, Harry?" I hum quietly.

"Yes, Flower?"

"What did you think when you first saw me?"

His eyes glaze over with happiness and nostalgia, "When I first saw you...I think the world stopped spinning for a moment. I wondered 'how could someone so beautiful happen to stumble into my line of sight?'. It was almost as if the people around me disappeared and the only thing I could focus on was you," he smiles a bit while he traces my cheek, "It took everything in me not to immediately walk up to you and steal you away from the crowd just so we could be alone. I wanted to know everything about you and I wanted to get to know every little one of your quirks. You became the center of my attention and I barely even paid attention to anyone else for the rest of the night. All I wanted to do was talk to you and hear the melodic sound of your voice while your eyes beamed brightly back at me."

His words hit me like a tidal wave that went straight to my heart and tugged on my heartstrings, sending wave after wave of warmth and love throughout every nerve in my body.

I suddenly felt tears form in my eyes, knowing exactly how much Harry meant every word he spoke, sincerity and warmth filling his green irises, "Well I was going to tell you what I thought, but now I don't think I could even amount to what you just said."

Harry laughs softly as he wipes away a stray tear that had slipped from the corner of my eye, "You can tell me another time, Flower. The look in your eyes tells me everything I need to know."

"You mean the world to me, Harry," I whisper, "Never forget that. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

The light in my eyes dimmed a bit more that day even though they should've became brighter. Harry's words should've restored that dimming light and brought back the bright light that was once there.

But it didn't.

It only made it worse.