AN: Guys I'm literally so thankful for everything. You have no idea what this means to me when you read my book. I love you all bunches and bunches. Like just wow...y'all leave me speechless.

Next one will be filled with lots of...interesting events.

~Alex

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It was a whirlwind of hugs and new faces that greeted me the second I stepped foot into the Styles house. There seemed to be a never-ending line of people as they all greeted me with smiles and kind words.

Somewhere along the way, Harry's hand had slipped from mine and I had lost sight of him. Now the only thing I could see was bright smiles and unfamiliar faces.

It was easy to see where Harry got all his looks and personality from. There were small traces of him in every relative of his that I met, from his eyes to his smile. Each and every one of them all talked about how much Harry talked about me and a silly little grin had etched itself onto my lips.

I was sure I had met just about everyone. His dad, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. The whole family was here and I was the newcomer. Even when all of the attention was supposed to be on Gemma and her special day, everyone couldn't help but get excited about the new woman in Harry's life.

Once everyone had greeted me and moved on from the new toy, I found myself in the garden, marveling in its glorious beauty.

"Oh, wow," I breathe out, letting my wandering feet travel amongst the beautiful flowers and delicate grass.

"Harry told me you were drawn to flowers," The sweetest voice says behind me, causing me to jump slightly and spin around on my heel, "Nice to meet you, Aurora."

I instantly knew that it was Harry's mom simply by her kind smile and caring eyes, knowing exactly where Harry got every single little thing about him from, "And you must be Mrs. Styles," I smile brightly at her, completely nervous at the thought of being in the presence of such an important woman in Harry's life.

"Oh, just call me Anne, darling," she smiles before making her way towards me, "I would ask you to tell me about yourself, but I'm afraid Harry's already beaten you to that."

I laugh softly, shaking my head slightly at Harry's eagerness and excitement, "Of course he did."

"He's crazy about you, you know," Anne mumbles as we walk through her garden, admiring all of the beautiful flowers she had planted. Blush spreads across my cheeks at her words while a lovesick grin dances across my lips, "When he was younger, I used to bring him out here and help me plant the flowers. I'd teach him what every flower was and it's meaning. He loved every second of it...or so I think he did."

"You taught him their meaning?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows a bit, recalling the white camellia flower.

Anne nods her head, giving me an odd look once she sees my facial expression, "Did he mention it or something?"

"Or something..." I trail off with a smile, watching her as she shakes her head playfully and lets out a charming laugh, "You have an amazing son, Anne. I don't think I've ever been more in love with someone before."

What I said was true and I meant it with my entire heart. There has never been in anyone in my entire life that I've loved more than Harry, well...other than my grandmother of course. There was just something about him that had me hanging on to every little word he said or every small movement he made. He was like a magnet that drew me in closer with each passing second until I couldn't stand it anymore and I was right there clinging to his side.

"He called me a week after you two meet at his art exhibition and told me he had found the one. A week," she beams brightly at me and I can't help but let my smile grow.

He'd only known me for one day, yet he knew I was the one.

And I knew he was the one. It just took me a bit longer to figure it out.

"Was he just as charming when he was younger as he is now?" I ask with a small laugh, twisting the ring around my finger.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Anne nods her head, smiling fondly at me, "Did Harry give you that ring?"

I look down and notice that I was still fiddling with the ring on my ring finger, blush creeping its way back into my cheeks, "Oh, yeah. He did."

The smile on her face grows as she looks at me with a knowing look in her eyes, "His grandfather gave him that ring right before he passed away. He told him to give it to someone special...I guess he's found that someone."

My mouth falls open slightly at her words, becoming completely speechless and this bit of information.

Hadn't he possibly given it to Maria? He had said that he planned on proposing to her.

"Harry tells me you used to be engaged?" She asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Oh, um...yeah I did," I nod my head while letting my fingers trace the petals of a blue hydrangea, "He probably told you who it was right?"

"No, actually. He told me you didn't like to talk about it and said he would let you be the one who told me."

I bite my cheek as I smile, feeling myself fall for Harry even more. "I'll have to thank him later for that...but his name is Niall Horan. The famous singer and such."

Anne doesn't react the way most people do. Instead, she reacted the same way Harry did, widening her eyes ever so slightly but not completely freaking out, "Huh. That's...interesting..." she trails off and I giggle slightly, "I don't know exactly what to say to that!" She laughs and I laugh with her, both of us laughing at something that wasn't even remotely funny at all.

"It's okay. Most people don't either," I laugh softly after we've calmed down a bit, "You handled it a lot better than most people do."

"Well, I can't help but ask what he was like if you don't mind me asking. I love his music," Anne hums and we continue walking through the garden.

"No, not at all," I shake my head quickly, "He was...silly. I'm sure he still is because that's simply who he is. He also had this smile that could brighten up anyone's day...and his laugh...well it would just make you want to laugh along with him." I smile to myself while picturing him standing in front of me. "And his voice. I know you've heard it before...but it's even better when he's sitting right in front of you and strumming his guitar. It's more raw...and beautiful."

I look over at Anne to see her smiling at me with a sad smile, "You still love him," she says it as a statement rather than a question, a certain look dancing in her eyes.

"I do," I smile sadly and I feel her place her hand on my shoulder, "but I love Harry more. So...so much more."

"It's okay, darling. Your heart will decide everything out on its own. It just takes time."

Yet time never seemed to be on my side.

"Aurora? Are you out here, darling?" Harry's melodic voice calls out across the garden.

"Over here," Anne says before I get the chance to speak.

Harry steps into my line of sight and I feel myself swooning all over again. His eyes were tired from a lack of sleep, probably caused by jet lag and the past two days, yet he still looked unimaginably beautiful. Surrounded by the fading sunlight and soft hues of green and pink, I'd never seen him so happy in his entire life. Finally, back with his family and bringing along the most important person in his life right now, happiness seemed to emanate from him like waves rolling up onto the warm sand.

"I knew this would be the first place you would go to," Harry smiles lovingly at me before wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into him, pressing a kiss to my forehead, "If you two are done gossiping about me, I'd like to show Aurora around the garden for a bit."

"Of course," Anne smiles happily at the two of us, kissing Harry's cheek before going back inside.

Harry takes my hand and starts leading me further into the garden, the backside of the house disappearing from our line of sight. He doesn't say anything as he keeps walking further and further into the beautiful depths of the garden bursting with life and color.

"Shouldn't we be inside with your family?" I ask him once we reach a small bench that had been placed in the outskirts of the garden, the spot providing the best view of the entire garden.

"Probably," Harry mumbles before turning my face to meet his, "but I've just gone two days without you and I'm planning on making up for that."

I smile as I rest my forehead against his, closing my eyes as his warm minty breath fans across my skin that had been tinged with cold from the afternoon air, "Wasn't two hours enough?"

"Darling, even eternity wouldn't be enough time with you."

Eternity. A word that meant forever and always - till the end of time. Eternity with Harry sounded like heaven on Earth.

"So about that whole white camellia flower..." I raise my eyebrows at him after removing my forehead from his, "Was that completely coincidental or on purpose?"

Harry smiles at me with a mischievous look in his eyes, tracing the length of my nose with the tip of his finger, "We'll just go with coincidental," I hum softly as his finger travels down to my lips, just barely grazing my top lip before he leans towards me ever so slowly, "I love you."

"I love you," I whispered just as he places his lips delicately on mine, treating me as if I were the rarest and fragile glass to ever exist.

Without the watchful eyes from the plane, Harry kissed me freely without any boundaries, letting his hands travel over my body before resting them on my hips to pull me onto his lap. He pulls me closer until I could feel his heart beating rapidly against my chest and the rise and falls as he breathed.

I really had missed him the two days we were apart. I had gotten so used to waking up in his arms and in his bed, waking up in a cloud of jasmine and happiness that followed me around for the rest of the day. Nothing could ever compare to his sleepy smile and gravelly voice when he would first wake up and smile at me, his curls a beautiful mess around his head as he pulled me closer and nuzzled himself into the crook of my neck.

"I missed you so much," Harry whispers softly against my lips.

"I missed you more," I sigh, running my fingers through his curls.

"Really?" He smirks, pulling away to look at me with raised eyebrows, "If I recall...you're the one who said we needed a few days away from each other to think. You left me."

I roll my eyes while also feeling a sharp pang in my heart, recalling that night and how broken he sounded as he reached for me but I walked away, "Can we not talk about that or bring it up ever again? It's not something I like to think about," I cringe, not being able to meet his eyes, "and besides...we agreed to forget everything for the weekend."

"I won't speak another word of it," he smiles softly at me and kisses the tip of my nose, "What do you think of the garden?"

"It's gorgeous. I can see where you got your inspiration from," My fingertips dance over his rose tattoo, "It almost reminds me of my grandmother's garden. Just a bit smaller," I poke his side, eliciting a small giggle to fall from his plump lips.

He rests the side of his head against my chest while wrapping his arms tighter around me, "I missed listening to your heartbeat...and the way your skin always feels so warm and soft," Harry murmurs quietly, "Flowers and honey. The prettiest flowers and the sweetest honey."

An uncontrollable grin dances it's way to my lips as I play with his curls, laying my cheek on the top of his head. I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that - Harry listening to my steady heartbeat and me playing with the curls at the nape of his neck - but as long as we were like this, everything was perfect.

My Capolavoro was back in his Flower's arms and this time we knew that the other was in love with them. There was no questioning it, for it had been expressed through words this time instead of small actions, hoping the other would pick up on the small details and just know. No. This time we knew, because the three little words that weren't so little at all had been spoken aloud and had warmed the others hearts in such a way, we weren't sure this type of love could even be real.

But it was real. It was so real it was almost unfathomable at how desperately in love we were with each other.

"You know what I love most about you?" I hum softly while twirling a strand of his hair between my fingers.

"What's that?" Harry smiles as he picks his head up to look at me.

My fingertips dance their way across his nose and cheeks, touching every single small freckle, "Other than your cute little freckles that make you look so soft...I love the way you always know exactly what to say to me...no matter what the circumstance. It's like your words can paint a masterpiece just like your hands can."

His lips curl into a smile and I let my fingers trace his top lip before I run my thumb over his bottom lip, leaning down to press my lips to his, "My turn? I think you'll like what mine is," Harry smirks before pressing a kiss to my neck.

"Do tell," I breathe out as he places open-mouthed kisses along my neck, his hands sneakily slipping underneath my sweater.

"I love the way you look at me."

I chuckle softly, inhaling sharply as the top of his fingers graze over my bra, "How do I look at you?"

"You look at me like I'm the most beautiful thing to have ever walked this Earth. Nothing but pure love and admiration fills your beautiful green eyes when you look at me and it completely takes my breath away. Even when you just barely glance at me, I get this overwhelming feeling that nothing in the world could compare to me," he explains, "Oh...and your freckles too," I lean away from him slightly, causing him to meet my eyes, "See? You're looking at me the same way right now."

"And there you go with always knowing exactly what to say...no matter the circumstance," I shake my head while feeling my eyes well up with tears.

Tears start to form in his eyes as well as he smiles at me, "You better not start crying. You know I'll cry too."

I laugh shakily before pulling him into me and hugging him tightly, "There's nothing wrong with crying. Especially if they're happy tears."

"Happy tears," Harry whispers, "Nothing but happy tears. That's the only tears I want to cry with you ever again."

Soft music starts streaming from Harry's childhood home and the soft lights in the garden come alive as the sun finally sets, "May I have this dance?" I smile once I pull away to look into Harry's eyes again.

"To 'La vie en rose'? Why of course," Harry smiles back at me.

I climb off of his lap and take his hand, leading us to a small circle where the lights shone on us. My hand slips into his while the other rests on his shoulder, his hand snaking around my waist and pulling my body closer to his. I lay my head on his chest and let my feet move with his as he sways us to the beat of the music, his chest vibrating as he hums along to the song.

"Life with you is a dream," I sigh, feeling him place a kiss to the top of my head, "Can't we just stay this way forever?"

"Forever?"

"Yes...forever. Forever with you. Right here in your mother's garden dancing to 'La vie en rose' with your hand in mine, all of these beautiful flowers surrounding us and the laughter of your family drifting lazily over to us as we stay in each other's arms," My head leaves his chest to look into his magnificent green irises, "Is that too much to ask for?"

Harry only smiles his beautiful smile that never fails to leave me weak in the knees, "Forever with you is never too much to ask for. Forever with you...right here in my mother's garden while we dance to 'La vie en rose' with your hand in mine, surrounded by all of these beautiful flowers and the laughter of our family drifting over to us as we stay in each other's arms. Nothing as perfect as that is too much to ask for when it involves being in love."

Our family.

Harry's eyes drift over to my hand that adorned his ring, smiling brightly as he brings my hand up to his lips and kisses it softly, "I hope you never take this off. My heart will surely shatter the day I see you take it off of your finger."

"I told you I would keep it on forever...and that's what I meant," I say with my whole heart, staring straight into his eyes and making sure he knew exactly how much I meant it.

"Fucking hell I love you so much," Harry says, his voice cracking as he wraps both of his arms around my waist and picks me up, spinning us both around.

"Look at you two," Anne's voice startles us and Harry stops spinning, "Food is almost ready and I'd like your help setting the table, Harry. But with how cute you two are I'm almost wishing I didn't disturb you."

"I'll be there in just a minute, mum," Harry smiles at her. She sends us a wink as she walks away and I notice the curtains move and faces disappearing from the windows, "I guess we had an audience."

"That's never stopped you before," I smile before placing my lips on his.

Harry only smiles briefly before deepening the kiss, a few shouts of encouragement filtering through the windows of the house and invading the chilly autumn air, "Nosy little bastards."

"Hey, now," I laugh before leading us towards the house, "That's my family in there."

I swear I've never seen a brighter smile in the entire universe.