Four weeks have come and gone without seeing the beauty of Harry Styles. I caught myself thinking about him at least three or four times a day, realizing I couldn't get him out of my head. My mind would wander to him during my lunch break or before I went to sleep at night.

It was now August in Rome, which meant the days were still hot but starting to cool off. With the holidays just around the corner, the boom of the season was about to come. Other than Mother's Day and Valentine's Day, the winter months normally become our busiest.

"What are your plans for this evening?" Liam asks me as we're sitting at our desks.

There weren't any trucks coming this afternoon to unload so I was wanting to leave early, "I don't have any," I shrug my shoulders while sending him a quick glance, "What about you?"

"Louis invited both of us to come to a wine tasting. I think you should come."

I hum in response, not feeling like dressing nice and going out this afternoon, "Eh. I don't know. I'm kind of tired."

"Harry will be there," he adds, raising an eyebrow at me.

"What would make you think I'd care if Harry was there or not," I smile, already starting to feel myself get a bit excited at the thought of seeing Harry again.

Liam laughs and leans backs in his chair, "Oh please. I'm not dumb. I see you daydreaming about him almost every second of the day."

"I do not!" I laugh, knowing I was lying straight through my teeth.

"Sure," he rolls his eyes, "Just come. It'll be fun."

"Fine," I smile, "but only because you asked me. Not because you said Harry would be there."

Liam gives me a look, both of us knowing I was lying yet again, "I'll pick you up at five."

Turns out five came faster than I had expected. I left work at four and have spent the past hour pacing around my apartment, making sure I looked okay and what I would say to him if I saw him. I hear a knock on my door and grab my purse and phone before opening it, "Hey, Liam," I greet him once I open the door.

"Ready to go?" He smiles at me, looking me up and down, "You look lovely."

"Thank you. So do you. Trying to impress Louis I see," I wink at him, walking down the stairs and out into the street.

"No more than you're trying to impress Harry,"  he says, raising an eyebrow at me as we get into his car.

I bite my lip, knowing it was true. I had spent forever just trying to make sure that whatever I chose wasn't too basic or too fancy which ended up with me staring at my closet for what felt like hours. I ended up wearing a simple yellow sundress with wedges, "Okay. You caught me."

On the car ride over to the wine tasting, Liam talks about how he and Louis are getting more serious and how he thinks he's the one. By the look in his eyes and the smile on his face that went from ear to ear, I could tell he was serious about this relationship.

Unlike when we first met - the look of sadness and heartbreak evident in his eyes - he was once again happy and glowing even brighter than before. Louis seemed to have turned the dial of sunshine up even higher and it was something I admired him for, noticing how he seemed to be bringing out the best in Liam.

"We're here," Liam smiles and pulls into a slightly empty parking lot.

"Why aren't there a lot of people here?" I ask, getting out of the car and walking with Liam towards the building. The wine tasting was on the roof of the building and I could hear chatter and laughter flitting down to us from where we currently stood.

"It's more of a small get together. The person who made the wine invited his closest friends only. He did say his friends could invite other people, so Louis invited us," he explains. I nod my head as we get onto the elevator, fidgeting nervously as I try to figure out what I'm going to say to Harry, "Just say hi," Liam whispers in my ear as the elevator door opens, revealing a rooftop filled with people talking.

I take a deep breath before following Liam through the small crowd, finding Louis in the middle of it, "Rora! So lovely to see you again, darling," Louis smiles once he sees me, giving me a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"I saw you yesterday, Louis," I laugh while returning his hug, kissing him softly on the cheek.

"Well with your pretty face it's always lovely to see you. No matter how long it's been," he says, giving Liam a quick kiss, "Same goes for this one," he adds, earning a smile from Liam

"Well, I'm going to go walk around try some wine. See you boys in a little bit," I smile at then before walking over to a table and picking up a glass with a small amount of wine in it.

I move from table to table, trying all of them before I finally find the one that I couldn't stop drinking, "Be careful. You don't want to get too drunk," his familiar accent says from behind me, causing my heart to race, "Hello, Aurora. It's been four weeks right?"

"That it has," I say, clearing my throat before I turn around to look at him. His beauty still took my breath away as I took in his neatly styled hair and white suit, "A white suit to a wine tasting. Very smart, Harry Styles, the artist," I smile.

"I have to keep my reputation of always being best dressed," he smiles back at me, "Although you've already beaten me at that once though, Aurora Honeycutt, the florist."

I raise my eyebrows at him and cross my arms over my chest, "Oh really? When?"

"At my art exhibition. You were easily best dressed. I felt intimidated," he chuckles, "I expected more from you today."

I laugh, looking down at my dress, smoothing it out with my hands, "So you don't think I'm dressed nice enough?" I say, pretending to sound hurt.

"I never said that. It's a lovely dress. I just feel you could step up your game," he says with a smile that could steal any girls heart, "Would you like to go on a walk with me?"

"Mm. I don't know," I hum, glancing between him and the wine glass in my hand, "Convince me as to why I should leave this lovely party to go on a walk with you."

He laughs softly and shakes his head, looking at me with amusement dancing in his eyes, "You should leave this lovely party and go on a walk with me because I want you to," I smile at him, watching the way the tip of his nose moves when he talks.

"Okay then. Only because you want me to. Not because I like spending time with you or anything."

It was definitely because I like spending time with him but that was a secret I wasn't planning on telling him anytime soon.

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"So do you speak fluent Italian?" I ask him as we're walking down the street that looked as if it were made out of gold. The sun was just starting to set, making it seem almost magical.

"Not really. I'm more fluent in French than Italian," he says, the sun shining down on his hair, giving it a reddish hue instead of his normal brown color.

Harry looked almost angelic with his pure white suit, contrasting with his tan skin and cherry red lips. Just looking at him sent chills throughout my body, forcing me to look away before I got completely lost in him.

"Really? Say something in French for me," I smile, wanting to hear the way his British accent would sound.

He hums as he tries to think of something to say, "Tu es la femme la plus belle que j'ai jamais vue," he says with a small smile on his lips.

"What does that mean?"

"I can't tell you," he says while keeping that same ridiculously attractive smile on his face.

I roll my eyes and slightly shove him with my hand, "Then how am I supposed to know if you even said it right?" I state, "For all I know, you could've completely butchered that."

"I guess you'll just have to trust me," he chuckles, "Now you say something in Italian."

"Perché dovrei?" I smile sarcastically at him.

"Why should you?" He laughs, his eyes twinkling with happiness, "I like the way your voice sounds when you speak Italian."

My cheeks instantly turn red from his comment, "I like the way your voice sounds when you speak French," I reply with a shy smile, liking the way he seemed to stare at me as if I was the only thing he cared about at the moment.

"Then I guess we both need to speak Italian and French," he smiles at me, stopping in the street to look at me.

I stop beside him, giving him a confused look, "What are you doing?"

He doesn't say anything as he continues to stare at me with the same look from when he first saw me at the art exhibition, "Will you take me somewhere?"

"Sure. Where do you want to go?" I ask him.

"Take me to your favorite place in Rome."

My favorite place in Rome?

So many places come to my mind when I'm asked that question, but I know deep down there's only one place that makes me feel at peace with the world, "Okay. Let's go to my favorite place."

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Hey guys! Double update today because I've literally already written seven chapters and can't wait to publish them. I'm sorry if my French and Italian are bad, I tried using a certain website so hopefully, it's good enough!! Thank you all for reading and enjoy!!