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A knock on the door startles me awake, along with the warm aroma of coffee, "Are you two awake in there?" Gemma calls out from the other side of the door.

Harry was asleep underneath me, his mouth slightly parted and his cheeks tinged a slight shade of pink. He had not been woken up by the knock on the door and I was thankful. If he had been awake, I wouldn't have been able to see how beautiful he looked this morning.

Slipping out from his loose grip, I tiptoed to the door and open it to reveal Gemma standing there with a mug of coffee in one hand and tea in the other. "Hi, Aurora! Breakfast is ready but I figured I'd bring you two something to get you up and going first. Is Harry awake?"

"Thank you, Gem. Harry's still asleep but I'll wake him up and we'll be right there," I smile brightly at her before stifling a yawn. She hands me the two warm mugs and I instantly take a sip of the coffee. "Thanks again," I smile at her once more before she disappears down the stairs.

I set the two mugs down on the dresser before climbing back into bed, straddling Harry's lap and leaning forward slightly to get a better look at his face. Soft eyelashes rested themselves on sharp cheekbones while messy brown hair was splayed delicately around his face, a few curls sticking to his forehead and cheeks. The soft sunlight streaming in through the windows hadn't reached his closed eyelids but kissed his skin in the most perfect way, giving him an angelic and glowy look.

I couldn't stop myself from reaching out and delicately tracing his lips, smiling to myself as they twitched ever so slightly underneath my fingertips and his eyes fluttered behind his eyelids. "Good morning, baby. Time to wake up," I whisper to him as he shifts his body and his hands come up to place themselves on my hips.

"Mm," Harry hums softly while opening one eye to look at me, a happy grin breaking out across his lips, "Do I have to?"

"You sure do. We've got loads to do today before the wedding tomorrow. So get up you lazy twit," I smile at him before pecking his lips.

As I start to roll off of him, he rolls on top of me, trapping me underneath his body while he lays his head on my chest. "Can't we can just stay in bed for a bit longer? I've missed waking up with you beside me."

"Did you have your nightmare again?" I ask him softly while I play with his curls, already cringing before he gives the answer.

"Yeah...I did. It got even worse if possible," he explains, one of his hands removing itself from my back and coming up to play with the hem of his old t-shirt that I was wearing, "but that's only because of the situation and you weren't there. I didn't have it last night."

"I'm so sorry, baby. I feel awful and I should've known better than to-"

Harry cuts me off by picking his head up and kissing my lips gently, silencing me with one quick action.

"You don't need to be sorry, Flower. I understand that we both needed some time apart to completely understand everything that was going on. But now that we do, we're back and better than ever. So don't be sorry, darling." I smile at his words, watching as he slightly licks his lips, "Why do you taste like coffee?"

"Oh," My eyes light up as I spot the two mugs sitting across the room, "Gemma stopped by just a couple of minutes ago and left you some tea and coffee for me. She said breakfast is ready as well."

"I bet mum made pancakes!" Harry says excitedly before getting off of me, only to turn right around and pick me up bridal style. I laugh as he kicks open the door, my arm wrapped around his neck.

"Wait! Our drinks," I giggle, watching him huff before he turns around and leads us over to the two mugs that were sat side by side. After I've grabbed them and have them grasped tightly in my hands, Harry leaves his old bedroom and starts heading downstairs, "Oh, please don't fall, H."

"Relax, Flower. We're not going to fall. I'm a lot stronger than you think. So don't worry your pretty little head about it," He says confidently as he starts cautiously walking down the stairs where the aroma of food was making my mouth water.

"There they are," Anne smiles once she sees us enter the room, Harry still holding me in his arms. Gemma and Michael were sitting at the dining table with plates of food already sitting in front of them, "Fancy some breakfast?"

"We'd love some," I smile genuinely at her, waiting for Harry to put me down. He sets me down gently and nudges me over to the table.

"I'll get your food," Harry smiles before kissing my temple.

"You'd think it was you two getting married," Gemma laughs softly. I only shake my head and blush as I take the seat across from her, setting Harry's tea down on the table beside me.

"What's the plan for today?" I ask them, watching the way Michael takes a deep breath as Gemma opens her mouth to start talking.

"Well first of all we need to drop off the rest of the décor at the venue, but mum and Michael are going to do that..." she rambles on for a few more seconds, "And then we have the rehearsal dinner this afternoon. So it's going to be pretty busy but not too busy."

Gemma finishes talking just as Harry sets my plate piled with food down in front of me with a satisfied smirk. "Harry. This is way too much food," I gawk at him, watching as he sets his plate down that was equally as filled as mine.

"Just eat what you can but try a little bit of everything," He shrugs his shoulders carelessly while taking a sip of his tea.

"Did I mention that after the dinner rehearsal, Rory is going with me and you're going with Mike, Harry?" Gemma says with a sarcastic smile, causing Harry to choke slightly on his tea.

I'd never heard of this arrangement either.

"Uh, no. You did not," Harry raises his eyebrows, placing his hand on my thigh under the table, "Why?"

"Well it's bad luck to spend the night before the wedding with the groom," she states and I nod my head in agreement, "and besides...it'll be fun. Rory and I will have loads to talk about."

Harry only stares at her for a few seconds before glancing over at me, to which I respond with a shrug.

"Fine," He grumbles and I laugh softly, knowing he probably didn't like the thought of us spending another night away from each other.

I didn't like the thought either, but I knew he'd probably be there first thing in the morning.

"So, Harry. Have you spoken to Maria lately?" Michael chirps and Harry's thumb freezes on my thigh from where he had been mindlessly tracing random patterns.

"Oh, yeah. I meant to ask about her too. I was going to invite her since we were practically best friends but I knew that'd be too awkward," Gemma nods her head without looking up from her plate, oblivious to mine and Harry's change in demeanor.

So I was guessing he hadn't told them about what had happened. Not that I really expected him too...I just didn't think that Maria would be introduced as a topic of conversation. I knew the topic wouldn't be dismissed until an answer was received, so I was desperate to escape this conversation.

"If you'll excuse me. I still need to unpack my suitcase and do my nails before the rehearsal dinner," I clear my throat while standing up from the table.

Harry looks at me with despair in his eyes as he reaches for my hand. "Wait, don't leave. Finish breakfast with us," He pleads.

"No, no. She's right. I set out some nail polish in the bathroom for you to choose from and there's a few drawers cleaned out in Harry's dresser for you to use while you're here," Gemma waves her hand dismissively and I secretly thank her for agreeing with my excuse, although she didn't know it was an excuse.

"I'll be up there in a minute okay, baby?" Harry once again looks at me with sadness in his eyes. I only nod my head and turn on my heel to walk back up the stairs to his bedroom.

Once I reach his room, I quickly fall onto the bed and stare up at the ceiling. To say that talking about Maria made me uncomfortable was an understatement. Just like talking about Niall while Harry was around was also uncomfortable for me as well.

After lying in bed for a few more minutes, I actually get up and unpack my suitcase. At first, we were only staying here for three days, but now we're staying for four that way Harry can have a full day to show me around his hometown. It was a sweet gesture that I truly appreciated, but felt a little guilty about making Liam open the shop by himself once again.

I admire my dress for the wedding, playing with the soft burgundy material between my fingertips. Thankfully it was long-sleeved and just the right amount of thickness to keep me warm in the chilly autumn weather. While I unpack I hum softly to myself, dancing slightly around the room as I sing the song in my head.

"Having fun, darling?" Harry's voice startled me and I let out a startled yelp, dropping the neat stack of clothes I had folded onto the floor.

"Jesus, Harry. You scared me," I take a deep breath while bending down to pick up the clothes that had fallen from my grasp.

As I straighten myself back up and look up from the ground, I'm startled once again to see Harry standing right in front of me, our faces only mere inches apart. "Are you upset?" He asks me while placing his hands on my hips.

"Not upset. I just didn't feel comfortable being in that conversation," I tell him truthfully and watch as he nods his head slightly.

"I understand. I should've mentioned to them not to bring up Mar-"

I quickly drop the clothes again to place my finger to his lips, not wanting to hear that name more than I have to.

"We're not talking about that this weekend, remember? Just me, you and your family."

"Just me, you and our family," He corrects me with a smile and I nod my head, mimicking his smile. "So, about that nail painting," Harry quirks an eyebrow at me while reaching into his pocket to pull out two bottles of nail polish. One was burgundy and the other was grey. The burgundy matched my dress while the grey matched Harry's suit. "I was thinking we could paint each other's nails and kind of match with each other."

I smile at his little suggestion, picking the burgundy one from his finger, "You first." I pull us down to the floor and position myself between his legs as he leans against the bottom of the bed, "Give me your hand."

"In marriage?" Harry jokes and I roll my eyes before untwisting the top to the nail polish.

"It's a bit too early for that, Capolavoro," My hand holds his delicately as I begin painting his thumb, careful to only stay on the nail and not the skin. "I didn't realize we'd be spending tonight away from each other."

His other hand rests on my thigh, my legs slightly wrapped around his waist with just enough room in between us. "I didn't either. I don't like the idea very much but there's no arguing with Gemma. Especially the day before her wedding out of all days."

I hum softly as I finish his thumb and move to his ring finger. This was definitely going to take more than one coat of nail polish. "At least it gives us more time to gossip about you," I send him a wink as I glance up briefly.

"Ha-ha," He smiles softly at me, soothingly running his hand up and down my thigh, "When am I going to meet your family?"

"Well...since Theo and Ivy are engaged now...I was thinking we could go soon that way you can meet everyone," I offer without looking up to meet his eyes, more focused on painting his nails, "I was thinking the end of next month? Or if that's too soon I can try to-"

"It's perfect," Harry cuts me off, placing two fingers underneath my chin and lifting my head up to meet his eyes, "As long as you're ready for it. I don't want you feeling like you have to just because you've met my family."

Of course, he always knew exactly what to say. Our conversation from last night drifts back into my mind and I recall him saying he loved the way I look at him...and my freckles of course.

But boy did his freckles outshine mine in so many ways. Everything from his sharp jawline to the way the tip of his nose moved as he talked completely outshone the beauty of anything to ever exist. Even the beauty of flowers couldn't compare.

"Give me your other hand," I instruct him after I've finished with his first hand, laying it carefully down on my thigh. He does as I say, watching me intently as I furrow my eyebrows and bite the inside of my lip while concentrating.

"You're so gentle," He mumbles and I can't help but smile, noticing how gently I had been holding his hand in mine while turning it ever so slightly to get the perfect angle.

"Well of course. You're so fragile," I tease while pressing a kiss to the pad of his forefinger.

His mouth falls open slightly, a playful smile dancing across his lips, "I am not fragile."

"Whatever you say, buddy."

"Buddy? Excuse me, but I think you and I are a bit past the 'buddy' stage," Harry rolls his eyes. "I mean, you have seen my dick and I've fingered you. So..."

I gasp before laughing, tears forming in my eyes as I fall backwards onto my back while clutching at my stomach, careful as not to spill the nail polish, "Oh my god, Harry. You didn't have to go into that much detail."

His face comes into view as he hovers over me, his hands on either side of my face, "It's true though, is it not?" He smiles down at me, watching me with admiration flashing in his green irises.

"Oh, just shut up and let me finish doing your nails," I laugh again before pushing him away from me.

He makes small jokes as I finish his nails, going back a second time to add another coat. I blow on them gently, trying to make them dry faster before he starts painting mine.

"You look pretty with your nails painted. You should do it more often," I smile as I admire his freshly painted nails.

The deep color was a beautiful contrast to his tanned skin, his fingers lacking their normal rings but still looking just as delicate and familiar. "As much as I love watching you admire my hands, I believe it's my turn to paint your nails," Harry says before leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to my forehead.

Harry seemed to be a pro at painting nails, applying the grey color with little to no effort and making it look flawless. I couldn't help but watch the way he bit his lip in concentration while he held my hands so softly I was sure he thought I'd shatter with one wrong move. It was almost like watching him paint one of his masterpieces, seeing him take his time and be so careful about it.

It took Harry half the time it took me to do his nails, which didn't surprise me at all. I was sure maybe an hour and a half had passed since we've been up here, just taking our time and enjoying each other's company.

"You're all done," Harry sighs in satisfaction, placing my hands in his lap.

I watch him as he starts fiddling with the ring on my finger, noticing the small smile that was ghosting itself across his lips. "Harry?" I hum quietly, catching his attention. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead, darling."

"Your mom told me your grandfather gave you this ring before he passed away...she said he told you to give it to someone special," I trail off as I advert my eyes down to my lap. "I guess I was just wondering if you gave it to Maria...before you gave it to me."

Harry remains quiet for a few moments, the tips of his fingers dancing their way across the back of my hand.

"I didn't. You're the first and only person I've given this ring to."

My head snaps up to meet his piercing gaze, melting almost instantly as I take in his loving expression and feel his ghost of a touch.

I loved him. I was in love with Harry Styles and I wanted him. I wanted all of him at that exact moment. Because now I knew exactly just how much I meant to him in ways expressed other than words.

It was because of this ring that I finally felt like I could completely give myself to him.

"I want you," I breathe out softly.

"I'm right here, Flower."

I shake my head slightly, staring at him with passion filling my eyes, "No, Harry. I want you, want you."

And that was all it took before he was on top of me, his lips pressed hungrily against mine while my back pressed harshly into the floor. His hands were entangled in my hair as he pressed himself against me, one of his legs slipping perfectly in between my legs.

"Oh, fuck! The nail polish," I break away from him, remembering my nails were still in the process of drying and the lid to the grey nail polish hadn't been tightened all the way.

"Fuck it," Harry growls darkly before grabbing my jaw in his hand and connecting our lips once again, kissing me with just as much hunger and passion as before.

I breathe in deeply, inhaling his signature jasmine scent and letting my hands slip under his shirt, my nails dragging themselves across the smooth skin of his back. One of his hands travels down the side of my body before he grabs my thigh and pulls it upwards, causing me to wrap my leg around his waist.

My jaw was still held firmly in his hand while his tongue slipped into my mouth, eagerly exploring every inch before he pulls away and starts attacking my neck. I angle my head back to give him a better angle, hoping he wouldn't leave any marks to where they would be visible.

Before I knew it, his hand left its grip on my thigh and he reached behind his back to yank off his shirt, throwing it across the room before he continued the attack on my neck.

"You want me, yeah?" Harry whispers darkly in my ear, nipping the skin just underneath my ear while his hand left its grip on my jaw, moving down to my neck. His long fingers wrapped themselves around my neck while he squeezed it gently, that burning desire in the pit of my stomach growing.

"Harry," I moan out shakily while gripping onto his exposed biceps, squirming slightly underneath him. He slowly grinds his hips into me, causing yet another moan to fall from my lips.

"Hush now, darling. We don't want everyone to hear downstairs," he chuckles, keeping one hand wrapped around my neck while the other slips underneath the waistband of my shorts, teasingly grazing over the fabric of my underwear. "So fucking wet for me, baby. You really do want me, don't you?"

His words were like pure ecstasy coursing through my veins, fueling my desire for him and causing more whines to slip past my lips. My eyes were screwed shut as he continued his assault on my neck and his fingers continued to tease me over the fabric of my underwear, leaving me a wiggling and moaning mess.

"Harry...please," I whimper as he presses his fingers against my sensitive bud, rubbing it teasingly over the thin fabric.

Harry chuckles darkly while he starts kissing the length of my jaw, "Patience, darling. I'm going to make sure you remember exactly how good I can make you feel."

With that, he's removing his hand from the waistband of my shorts and pulling away from my neck, gazing into my eyes as he looks at me with a satisfied smirk playing on his plump and swollen lips. "I think my hand looks good wrapped around your throat like this," Harry bites his lip before leaning down to place a kiss on the skin just above his hand, "I'm going to make you feel so good."

"Then make me feel good," I bite my lip, my voice barely above a whisper as he stares into my eyes.

His once green eyes were now filled with darkness. The type of darkness that had lust laced into every fiber of his being.

And dear fucking god was I turned on.

"Wrap your legs around me, Flower," he hums and I do as he says, feeling him wrap his arms around my back before he sits back on his haunches, pulling my body impeccably closer to his.

He gracefully moves into a standing position while I cling tightly to him, hoping he wouldn't drop me. My back collides with the wall while his hands grip my thighs, both of our chests heaving as we stare at each other with a desperate kind of fire burning behind our eyes.

"Fucking hell I've been waiting so long to do this," Harry breathes heavily and I lean forward, placing my lips on his neck, teasingly tracing my tongue over the skin and leaving sloppy kisses, "Aurora...dear god."

I smile triumphantly but soon enough feel my back leave the solid frame of the wall, only to feel the soft mattress of the bed touch my exposed skin from where my shirt had risen up.

Harry looks down at me with a possessive look in his eyes, his tongue running over his bottom lip, "Aurora...are you sure you want to do this?"

"Harry, I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life," I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me, "I'm yours. I'm all yours."

"Fuck," Harry moans before eagerly kissing me again, pushing my legs apart with one hand as he fits his body in between them.

My fingers travel over his exposed skin, trailing down his inked torso and fiddling with the edge of his shorts, earning yet another ecstatic moan to leave Harry's mouth that was then swallowed by my own. Nothing but burning desire and pure ecstasy was rolling throughout my body like waves rolling ashore, sending wave after wave of pleasure.

Brunette curls wrap themselves around my fingers and eager hands drink in every small curve of my body.

"Hey, Harry. Are you going to pain-"

Harry quickly throws himself off of me, falling off of the bed and onto the floor while pulling a blanket down with him to cover his crotch. Red flushes it's way to my face as I see Gemma standing in the doorway with her mouth hanging open.

"Gem, get out!" Harry says with a shaky voice as he struggles to get up from the floor.

Laughter then starts falling from her lips as she doubles over, holding her stomach. "Oh, god! I'm so sorry," she laughs, covering her eyes with her hand. "I'll come back when you two aren't so busy but you aren't doing this now. The rehearsal dinner is in two hours and I need help."

She leaves with laughter still freely leaving her lips, closing the door behind her. I look down at Harry who was looking at me with wide eyes and heat spread all over his face.

I couldn't help but laugh, falling onto my back and covering my mouth with my hand. For some reason...this whole situation was funny to me.

"Stop laughing, Aurora," Harry grumbles while falling onto the bed beside me. I roll over and bury my face in his chest, biting my lip and I tried to contain the laughter that was falling from my lips. "It's not funny!" He whines.

I laugh even harder, looking up at Harry who was looking at me with amusement dancing in his eyes, "You have to admit it was a little bit funny. I'm sure this isn't the first time your sister has walked in on you doing something like this."

"Oh, shut up," he rolls his eyes playfully, giving in a bit and laughing with me.

And then that's when everything fell perfectly into place. Just for the moment, everything was perfect again. But only for the moment just like it had been all of the other times before.

But it was starting to get to the point where I didn't mind. I didn't mind at all.