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~Alex

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"Where the fuck is the hairdresser?!" Gemma frantically screams while dashing around the house, Anne and I both trying to calm her down.

The hairdresser was five minutes late and Gemma was having a full-blown panic attack, running around in nothing but a robe and her phone clutched in her hand as she continued to check for updates about where the hairdresser was.

"Calm down, sweetheart. I'm sure she's just stuck in traffic," Anne says soothingly while sending me a frantic look.

Nothing we were doing or saying was calming Gemma down and I was starting to feel a bit helpless, wishing the hairdresser would just hurry up and get here already. After Harry had left at around 6 am this morning, it has been a whirlwind of chaotic events ever since.

I got up to fix coffee not long after he left, the note and flower he left me somehow leaving me unsettled and queasy. While I was sitting at the kitchen table enjoying my coffee, Gemma came downstairs practically crying and ranting about how nervous she was and how she felt like she was going to be sick. I simply told her to go back to bed until 9 and I would handle whatever went wrong for the next three hours.

Surprisingly enough, nothing had been going wrong until the hairdresser ordeal. It was now almost noon and girls were rushing frantically all about the house as they tried to get ready. Gemma's maid of honor wasn't much help when it came to calming Gemma down, so it was just Anne and me, pulling soothing words out of our asses as we tried to think of the best things to say that would calm her down. And so far - none of it was working.

"Gem, hey. You need to breathe," I grab her by her shoulders and force her to look at me, meeting her wild and frantic eyes while her chest heaved up and down in panic, "If she doesn't show up in five minutes then I will do your hair. My aunt is a hairdresser and she taught me a few things."

Tears well up in her eyes as her breathing slows, "Really, Aurora? Oh, thank you!" She flings her arms around me and squeezes me tightly.

"It's honestly no problem, Gem. Today shouldn't be stressful for you," I assure her while hugging her back just as tight, relieved she had finally calmed down and was now back to breathing normally.

"Thank you, Aurora," Anne whispers in my ear once Gemma walks away to converse with her bridesmaids, "I'm going to get ready myself. Don't you wait too long to get ready."

I only nod my head with a smile as I watch her disappear up the stairs, knowing I was probably going to be the last one who was ready. If the hairdresser didn't show, that meant I was going to have to do everybody's hair and wouldn't have much time for myself.

The wedding officially starts at four and with it being noon, I knew the time was going to pass by unbelievable fast.

"Oh, god! She just texted me and said she can't make it!" Gemma cries out from the dining room and I let out a stressed sigh, knowing that this was going to be the longest evening I've ever experienced in my twenty-four years of life.

"Okay, just let me grab everything, pull up a picture on your phone of how you want your hair done, and leave the rest to me." I breathe out quickly before rushing upstairs and grabbing a shit load of hair products and materials, mentally making a checklist in my head for everything I might possibly need.

Rushing back downstairs and finding all of the bridesmaids in a frenzy along with Gemma, I let out a frustrated groan and lay out everything on the table, and clear my throat loudly, "Okay everyone. This isn't going to go smoothly if you all don't calm down. Relax. I've got this under control. Bridesmaids first then Gemma last. Okay?"

They all nod their heads frantically, seeming to calm down a bit as Gemma's maid of honor, Delilah, sits down in the chair in front of me while showing me a picture of how she wants her hair done. It's a tedious task but only takes around thirty minutes to do, followed by her other three bridesmaids which takes just as long, leaving me an hour to do Gemma's hair and get myself ready.

"Thank you for doing this, Aurora. It means the world to me," Gemma sighs contentedly as I'm curling a strand of her hair.

I smile happily at how her hair looks so far, looking almost exactly like the picture but not finished quite yet, "Of course, Gemma. I know how important today is for you."

"Oh, are you going to have enough time to get ready? It's almost three and we have to be there in thirty minutes."

"I'll be fine. Just leave without me if I'm not ready. I promise I'll be there in time," I nod my head eagerly, curling her last strand of hair and adjusting everything to make sure it was perfect, her half-up hairstyle mimicking the picture almost perfectly. "You're all done, babe. Go put on that pretty dress of yours and I'll see when you're walking down the aisle."

She stands up from her seat and flings herself into my arms once again, "I don't know what Harry did to deserve you but he better not screw things up. You truly are an angel, Aurora. Thank you again," she mumbles into the crook of my neck, "Ah shit, my makeup."

"No crying until you're walking down that aisle, Gem. Go on now before you're too late. And you're welcome, darling. Anytime," I assure her while nudging her towards the stairs, seeing Delilah pop her head around the corner, motioning for Gemma to hurry up.

With one last grateful look over her shoulder, she dashes upstairs to put on her wedding dress. I collapse into a chair and put my head in my hands, feeling less stressed now that I was finished and could get ready, knowing I probably was going to be a bit late getting to the wedding.

"Aurora, are you okay, darling?" Anne asks me, adjusting her formfitting grey dress that looked absolutely beautiful on her.

"Oh, Anne, you look stunning!" I smile while getting up from the chair and walking over to her, "Des is going to wish he never would've let you get away."

She laughs while waving her hand in the air, her cheeks forming a slight blush, "You're too sweet. Now you go get ready as well. I'm sure Harry would like to see you sooner rather than later."

Taking her advice, I run back upstairs to do my hair and makeup before putting on my dress, looking at the clock and groaning once I know for sure that I'm going to be late. In the middle of curling my hair, I hear a knock on the door, Delilah peeking her head inside quickly. "We're leaving now. Do you know when you'll be there?"

"Oh, um. In around twenty minutes?"

With it now being 3:20, I was becoming panicked into thinking I was going to miss the beginning of the wedding altogether.

She nods her head with a tight-lipped smile, disappearing and leaving me all alone in Harry's childhood home.

"Oh, fuck me. I'm going to be so late," I grumble to myself, quickly whipping out my makeup and doing the bare minimum, only applying light eyeshadow and mascara along with a touch of concealer here and there.

My dress was a bit of a struggle to put on, the zipper not being quiet within my reach. "Fuck!" I scream out while hopelessly trying to grab the zipper.

"Flower?"

And just like that, my day got ten times better.

"Harry! Oh, thank god you're here, baby! I need help with my zipper!" I call out to him, hearing his shoes walking up the stairs and the door opening.

Sharp intakes of breath echo throughout the room as I turn around to look at him, the noise leaving both of our mouths as we take in each other's appearance.

He was dressed in his grey suit but damn did he even look better in it than I had expected. A black button-up shirt worn underneath his grey blazer that fitted his shoulders and arms in the most perfect way, accenting his muscles he tried to act like he didn't have. His grey trousers that had a black stripe running down the inside led to his glossy black boots. But what topped it all off was how neatly his hair was styled, his green eyes glowing with such liveliness I was sure they had never glowed brighter.

Once my eyes met his, he was taking long, eager steps towards me. Hunger and lust pooled into his eyes and it wasn't long before he had made his way across the room and was now standing in front of me.

Within an instant we were all over each other, my dress dropping to the floor as my hands ripped off his grey jacket rather carelessly. He picks me up and tosses me onto the bed, our lips never detaching while he hovers over me, my hands fumbling with the buckle of his belt while his hands roam over my curves.

Once I successfully had his belt unbuckled and his pants unzipped, he kicks them down his legs, a small thud signaling they had fallen to the floor along with his shoes.

"Fucking hell," Harry mumbles in between kisses, my legs slowly dragging themselves up his legs until I had them wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to me and moaning once I feel him press into the soft fabric of my underwear.

"Harry," I moan as he slowly starts grinding his hips into mine, the friction being enough to leave me crumbling underneath him.

A throaty moan falls from his swollen lips while I tug at his hair, his hand sneaking behind my back to unclasp my bra. I arch my back slightly to allow him more access, moaning loudly as he trails his lips down my neck and between the valley of my breasts, my bra now hanging limply from my shoulders now that the clasp was undone.

My eyes flutter closed as he starts pulling the straps of my bra down my arms, his lips attaching themselves onto the exposed skin of my breasts. Goosebumps rise on my skin, his lips sending shock waves of pleasure and euphoria throughout my body while my hands start to unbutton his shirt that was still clinging to his body.

Shrill ringing comes from the floor and that's when I snap out of it, my eyes flying open in realization as I push him off of me, "Oh, fuck, Harry! The wedding! What are we doing?" I scramble to get out from underneath him while putting my bra back on.

"Shit," Harry gasps, flinging himself from the bed to hurriedly put his clothes back on, "We're going to be so fucking late."

"Tell me about it!" I snap at him, stepping into my dress and throwing him his blazer in the process, "Zip me up and try and hide that," I motion towards the very obvious bulge poking through his trousers.

"Well, I can't fucking help that, now can I? You started it."

I whip around to face him after he's zipped up my dress, grabbing my heels from where they sat next to the bed, "How did I start it? You came at me first!"

"I did not!" He snaps back at me, buttoning up the few buttons I had undone of his shirt.

"You so did!" I argue back, stumbling forward as I balance on one foot to put on my heels, Harry's arms catching me before I completely face plant on the floor.

He makes sure I'm standing upright before letting go of me, running his hand through his once styled hair and fixing his blazer, "I'm not arguing about this right now. We need to leave."

"Whatever," I grumble, fixing my hair and makeup in the mirror while I wait for him to put his shoes back on, "Who called you anyway?"

"Mum," he hums.

I grab my phone and wallet, pulling him up from his sitting position while he scrolled through his phone, "You can call her back in the car. We're going to be so late."

We race down the stairs, me almost falling because of my heels, which then leads to Harry throwing me over his shoulder and racing out the door to. Mind him, I'm wearing a dress and was sure my ass was visible to the neighbors and whoever happened to drive by.

"Oh, god. We have ten minutes to be there," I mutter to myself while Harry races around the car.

"I'm going to be late to my own sister's wedding. How wonderful," Harry groans, putting the car in reverse and pulling out of the driveway.

"I guess you shouldn't have started it then."

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We made it to the venue two minutes after four but luckily for us, it hadn't started yet. Our seats were towards the front and everyone had already been seated, multiple eyes watching us as we whispered excuse me and sent sheepish grins to anyone who made eye contact with us.

"Why are you two so late?" Anne whispers to us once we sit down in our seats, Harry shifting uncomfortably and covering his crotch with his hand.

"Traffic," he grumbles while sending me an unamused look. I only smile sweetly at him, wiggling my eyebrows a bit, causing him to grin slightly.

The groomsmen and bridesmaids start making their way down the aisle, signaling it was now time for the ceremony to officially start.

I lean closer to him, putting my lips close to his ear, "We can't seem to catch a break can we, baby?"

"I'm starting to think we can't," he chuckles softly, putting his arm around me, "You look stunning, Flower. Absolutely beautiful."

"Mm, so do you, Capolavoro," I grin while placing a chaste kiss to his cheek just as the music starts playing for Gemma to walk down the aisle.

We all stand up, our eyes turning to face the beautiful bride who was walking down the aisle clinging to her father's arm. She looked absolutely radiant in her beautiful wedding dress that elegantly flowed around her as she took short strides towards her destination at the end of the aisle.

Sniffles are heard from behind me and Harry snakes his hand into mine, pulling me against his chest. I rub soothing circles with my thumb on the back of his hand, feeling his chest rise and fall shakily.

Gemma meets my eyes, tears shining in her eyes as I smile brightly at her and wipe away a tear, giving her a thumbs up. She mouths a quick thank you before quickly catching Harry and Anne's eyes, turning away to meet Michael who stood there waiting for her with tears and the brightest smile in the world painting his face.

"Oh, my baby is all grown up," Anne sighs softly once we sit back down, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.

Harry takes his free hand and takes Anne's hand in his, kissing the back of it softly before resting it in his lap next to where his other hand was holding on tightly to mine.

Noticing a stray tear leaving a wet stripe down his cheek, I reach over with my free hand and wipe it away softly with the pad of my thumb. He turns his head to look at me, nothing but love and amazement filling his eyes.

"I love you," he mouths with a smile.

"And I love you," I mouth back to him before nudging him to look back at Gemma.

The entire ceremony was heartfelt and filled with joyful tears from everyone sitting in the audience. Watching two people bind themselves even closer in front of their family was something that was always so special to witness. Experiencing this with Harry and his family was completely unreal, feeling bonded to Harry even closer now that I had gone through something with him that was unimaginably important to him.

Watching Gemma and Michael walk back down the aisle now as husband and wife sent an overwhelming surge of joy throughout me. I was sure my smile would be painted onto my face for the rest of the night.

"Who's ready to get drunk, yeah?" One of Harry's cousins calls out once Michael and Gemma have left to go take pictures with the groomsmen and bridesmaids. A wave of laughter rolls throughout the crowded room as everyone starts to mingle before heading over to the reception.

"What do you say we skip the reception and finish what we started back at home?" Harry whispers in my ear as we make our way towards the door.

"Although that is rather tempting," I laugh softly, shivering once we step outside, "I'd hate to miss seeing you dance with everyone and telling Gemma and Mike goodbye before they leave for their honeymoon."

Harry opens the car door for me, kissing my lips quickly before closing the door and racing around the car. "But they're not leaving until tomorrow night for their honeymoon," he pouts while leaning over the console to capture my lips in a passionate kiss.

"Hey, you two!" A knock on the window makes us jump. We pull away from each other and turn to see the amused look of Des, blush rushing to my cheeks. "Save that for after the reception."

"Dad!" Harry says sternly while I let out an embarrassed giggle. Des winks at us before walking away, Harry letting out a frustrated sigh before starting the car, "We never get a fucking break."

I hum in agreement, my smile permanently etched onto my face as Harry slips his hand underneath my dress and rests it on my thigh, squeezing it gently and rubbing random patterns with his thumb as he drives.

The reception was only about five minutes away but it felt like ages since Harry couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself once again. It didn't help that he looked unbelievably hot sitting next to me with one hand on the wheel, his jaw slightly clenched as he focused on the road.

I couldn't help but stare at him completely awestruck, feeling that familiar feeling in the bottom of my stomach causing me to clench my thighs together.

Harry notices my small action and smirks, letting his fingers inch higher up, "What's wrong, baby? Something bothering you?"

"Oh, fuck off, Styles," I roll my eyes while crossing my arms over my chest. He chuckles, pulling into the parking lot and parking the car.

"I really wanna fuckin' kiss you right now," he breathes out and I bite my lip with anticipation.

"So do it then."

He hums while leaning closer to me, a smirk playing on his lips, "You see...I would," he mumbles, ghosting his lips ever so slightly over mine, "But I know I won't be able to stop this time and I'll end up fucking you in the backseat of my car."

His words send shivers up my spine and I hear him chuckle as he observes my reaction. My eyes widen as he inches his hand even higher up my thigh, wondering if he was about to go through with this.

Not that I'd mind.

"But you would like that wouldn't you, yeah? I recall hearing you say you've never been fucked in the back of a car before," Harry mutters underneath his breath, his lips grazing over my jawline, "I hate to break it to you, baby, but I'm saving that for later. I'm going to make sure you know exactly how amazing I can make you feel. You're going to wish we hadn't waited so long."

And with that, he unbuckles my seatbelt before doing the same to his and getting out of his car. I sit frozen in my seat while my eyes follow him around the car. He opens the door and gives me an expectant look, waiting for me to snap out of my dreamy daze and get out.

With shaky legs I step out of his car, clinging tightly onto his arm as I straighten my dress out and take a deep breath, "I really hate you right now," I mutter to him underneath my breath.

"I love you, too," he chuckles, pressing a kiss to my temple.

The room the reception was being held in was filled with people holding glasses of champagne and other alcoholic drinks, laughter booming from every corner. A few young children ran around here and there while everyone stood around and talked.

Not long after we arrived, Gemma and Michael arrived which earned cheers to erupt around the room at the sight of the newlyweds. After everyone settled down and dinner was served, a few heartfelt speeches were made by family members and close friends. Harry even said a few words and I couldn't help but get choked up a bit as he expressed his love for Gemma and Michael, seeing tears shining in his eyes as well.

The party was in full swing not even ten minutes later. People were already dancing on the dancefloor and mingling once again.

I was currently smiling like an idiot as I watched Harry dance with a six-year-old little girl, her tiny feet standing on top of his shoes as he twirled them around. He had discarded his jacket and it was now hanging over the back of his chair, a few buttons of his shirt undone and his sleeves rolled slightly up his arms. A beautiful smile was planted on his lips as he held onto the little girl's hands.

My heart was filled with an unbelievable amount of love and warmth. Seeing Harry like this - so carefree and so happy - I knew I had gotten lucky to have ever met someone as pure as Harry.

He looks up at me from looking down at the little girl, his dimple making an appearance and his eyes shining with happiness. As the song changes from an upbeat song to a slower one, he bends down to the little girl and whispers something in her ear, causing her to giggle and run off somewhere else. Standing back up and making eye contact with me, he takes long strides over to me and offers me his hand.

"Care to dance with me?"

I smile up at him before placing my hand in his and standing up, "When have I ever said no?"

He leads us to the dancefloor already filled with couples swaying back and forth to the slow beat of the music. Placing my hand on his shoulder as usual, he rests his hand on my hip while I lay my head on his chest, closing my eyes as he rests his chin on the top of my head.

Gemma and Michael are a few steps away from us, their heads bent close together as they whisper quietly to themselves.

"Hey, Flower?" Harry hums and I pick my head up off of his chest to stare up at him.

"Yes, Capolavoro?"

"Have you ever thought about what our song might be?"

I hum in thought as I stare at his chest, racking my brain for any song that I thought perfectly depicted us, "Have you ever listened to Bobby Vinton?" I ask him after a few seconds, smiling as the perfect song comes to mind. He nods his head, smiling with me as if he, too, knew what song I had in mind, "I think our song would be 'I Love How You Love Me' then."

Harry leans down and places his lips on mine softly, removing his hand from mine and bringing the other one that was resting on my hip up to caress my face. I melt into him while wrapping my arms around him and pulling him closer to me, sighing against his lips which causes him to smile slightly.

The music playing through the speakers seems to fade away as I stand there with Harry, feeling the way his lips move softly against mine and his jasmine scent floods my senses. It was as if we were the only two people standing in the room at the moment and everything else was completely unimportant and nonexistent. The only thing that mattered was the way he threaded his fingers through my hair and the soft feeling of his palms pressing against my cheeks.

I was desperately in love with him. So much so that I was sure I'd never be able to love anything or anyone as much as I loved him. There were simply no words to even accurately describe my love for him. None.

"Mm, baby, we better stop now while we're at it," Harry breathes against my lips and I only whine in response, tilting my head back more to kiss his lips again.

"Just a little bit longer," I whisper, really not wanting this moment to end.

"I really fucking love you," he murmurs.

Happiness.

God, I was so unbelievably happy right now.

"I love you," I smile, pecking his lips once again right as the song ends and another upbeat song starts playing again, "I'm going to get a drink. Why don't you find your little friend again and dance with her?"

Harry nods his head, smiling brightly at me before kissing my forehead and walking away.

I walk over to the minibar they had set up and ask for another glass of champagne, turning around to face the dance floor and watch Harry pick the little girl up in his arms. He twirls them around, both of their heads tipped back as they laugh before he sets her back down on top of his shoes.

"I'm afraid you and every girl in here that's not related to him is staring at the moment," Connor, one of Harry's older cousins, says from beside me, causing me to jump slightly.

I follow his eyes and notice all of the other women fonding over the adorable scenario that was taking place on the dancefloor, chuckling a bit as I do so, "I believe you're right. Good thing he's with me."

"It is isn't it?" He agrees with a smile, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"I am actually. And you?"

"I am...it looks to me like Gem is having a bit too much fun."

He motions with his head towards the corner of the room where Gemma was currently conversing with all of her bridesmaids as they kept taking shot after shot. I laugh a bit too loudly and cover my mouth, causing Connor to laugh with me and Harry to snap his head over in our direction.

"Oh, no. Looks like we've caught someone's attention," he chuckles, taking a sip of the drink in his hand.

I only roll my eyes with a playful smile before waving at Harry who then narrows his eyes at me and sends a warning glance in Connor's direction, "He'll get over it soon enough."

Connor hums in agreement and clears his throat, "I haven't seen him this happy in a while. It's good seeing him laughing and smiling again. A genuine smile...not those smiles he used to fake all of the time."

I bite down on my bottom lip as I let his words sink in, watching as Harry twirls the little girl around. The Harry now was definitely a happier version of the Harry I first met at his art exhibition. His eyes were livelier and his smile was wider. It warmed my heart and also broke it to know that I was the cause of these things.

"They're about to do the dollar dance. I'll see you around, yeah?" Connor asks with a smile and I only nod my head.

Harry meets me back at our table, still giggling as the little girl waves at him now that she was in her mother's arms, "You better not be replacing me, Styles," I poke his side gently, eliciting more giggles to fall from lips.

"I could never do that, darling," he grins at me, squeezing my waist a bit as he reaches by me to grab his wallet and pull out twenty dollars for the dollar dance, "We'll split this, yeah? Ten for you and ten for me."

I pull out the twenty dollars I had hidden in my bra, seeing Harry's eyes widen in surprise, "I'm afraid I've already beaten you to that, baby."

"Can I see what else you have hidden away in there?"

The dancefloor is cleared and Gemma and Mike come to stand in the middle, two jars sitting in front of them as they wait for music to start playing and people to come up to dance with them.

"Later," I whisper in his ear while trailing my hand down his chest, walking away just as my fingertips reach his waistband.

Nobody had walked up to either Michael or Gemma yet as I make my way out to the dancefloor, everyone either having ran to their car for money or just waiting for someone else to start things.

"I saw that," Michael smiles at me once I walk up to him and place the ten dollars in the jar.

I laugh as I place my hand in his and rest the other on his shoulder, "Did you? Let's pretend you didn't then."

"I'm sorry, what are we talking about?" He chuckles and I hide my face in his shoulder as I laugh, noticing from the corner of my eye that Harry was now dancing with Gemma.

"So, how does it feel to be married?" I ask him as we sway back and forth slowly although the song was rather upbeat.

"Completely unreal. I don't think I've ever been happier," Michael admits and I nod my head with a smile, "I'm sorry about yesterday and bringing up Maria. I should've known better than to do that."

Again with the Maria thing.

"It's fine. Honestly."

He hums as if in thought, "I have my suspicions about those two though. Something about how they ended things just doesn't sit right with me...like maybe we're not getting the entire truth." I widen in my eyes at his words, practically choking on my own spit. "I feel like maybe she...did something."

"You're not wrong there," I roll my eyes but immediately feel my blood run cold as soon as the words leave my mouth.

"So I'm right!" He widens his eyes, almost stopping our movements but regaining his step, "Aurora, you've got to tell me what happened."

"You can not tell Gem, okay? I promised Harry I wouldn't say anything but technically since you already had your suspicions, I'm not exactly telling you," I whisper to him even though I was sure Harry surely couldn't hear us, "Maria cheated on Harry. That's why they split."

"I fucking knew it!" He says rather loudly, clamping his mouth shut once Gemma and Harry look in our direction, "Why didn't he just tell us the truth then?"

"He knew how close you all are to her. He didn't want to ruin the relationship you guys had going just because he wasn't with her anymore."

Michael rolls his eyes, "That's fucking stupid," I laugh softly, nodding my head, "So you're telling me we've been best buddies with the girl who ripped his heart out and cheat on him?"

"Mhm," I smile a tight-lipped smile at him.

"God, that pisses me the fuck off."

"Just please don't tell anyone. He'll kill me if he knows I told you," I beg him, sighing with relief once he nods his head.

It was now time to switch and as I placed a kiss to Michael's cheek - hugging him once before stepping away and reaching into my bra to grab the other ten - my back collides with a rock hard chest, causing me to stumble a bit.

"Watch it there, Flower," Harry chuckles, grabbing my hips and twirling me around to face him.

I look up into his eyes, smirking once I see his eyes were on my chest, "My eyes are up here, Capolavoro. Now let me go so I can dance with your sister."

He smiles brightly at me before letting go of my hips and walking away to put his money into Michael's jar. I shake my head as they take the basic couple dancing position. Placing the money in Gemma's jar, I come to stand in front of her, smiling fondly at her now that I see her close up.

"Well aren't you the prettiest bride I've ever seen," I grin at her as we wrap our arms around each other.

"And aren't you the prettiest woman I've ever seen," she replies, "Thank you again for calming me down and doing my hair. If it weren't for you, I'm sure I wouldn't have gotten through today."

"I had to make you guys like me somehow," I joke, causing her to laugh.

She shakes her head, pulling me completely into her and giving me a hug, "We liked you before we even met you. You made my baby brother happy again. That means the world to me on its own."

I hold back the tears that started to form in my eyes, squeezing her tightly, "Thank you, Gem," I sigh and look over her shoulder to see Michael twirl Harry around, the room erupting into a fit of laughter.

Another group gets up and starts making their way over to us and I knew that my time with Gemma was done. "I'll come see you before we leave tonight," I whisper in her ear and give her once last hug. We kiss each other's cheeks before separating - both of us smiling at the new bond that had been formed between us.

Harry grabs my hand in his and leads me back over to our table as more and more people start placing money in the jars. Yawning, I lay my head on Harry's shoulder and smile as he wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer. His embrace - even if it was as small as right now with his arm wrapped around my shoulders - could warm my heart no matter what mood I was in.

"Don't be going to sleep on me now, Flower. We still have things to do," he murmurs in my ear, sending shivers down my spine and my brain to instantly wake up, clearing any trace of sleep that had once been lingering.

"Who said anything about sleep? As far as I'm aware, I don't think we'll be getting any tonight," I tease while turning my head to press a kiss to his neck.

He shifts in his chair and clears his throat, "Stop it. I can't be getting a hard-on right now."

"Aw, why not?" I giggle, pressing more kisses to his neck. I rest my hand on his inner thigh, thankful our table was in the back of the room and everyone was focused on Michael and Gemma in the middle of the dancefloor.

"Stop, Aurora," Harry says shakily. I press one more kiss to his neck and squeeze his thigh before pulling away, smiling to myself once I see how dilated his pupils are.

"You're no fun," I pout.

He smiles at me, bringing his hand that was resting on the table down to rest on my thigh that was hidden under the table, "I'm no fun?" Harry hums, moving my dress up slightly before letting his hand slip underneath, "If I weren't any fun, I probably wouldn't do this," he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my underwear where it was resting on my hip.

"Harry," I breathe out while I clamp my thighs together.

"What? Weren't you just teasing me?"

"Yeah, but not like this," I hiss as he moves his hand towards my stomach, the tip of his fingers still hooked into my underwear.

He hums in my ear before placing a kiss to my cheek, "Too bad they're done."

I look up from where my fingers were clutching the table to see everyone had dispersed from the dancefloor. Harry quickly removes his hand and sits back in his chair in the most nonchalant way, an evil smirk dancing its way across his plump lips.

"I'll be back, Flower," Harry stands up from his chair after a few minutes have passed. My eyes stay glued to his back until he disappears into the crowd.

Not long after he disappears, the familiar beat of 'I Love How You Love Me' starts playing. I gasp with a smile forming on my lips, seeing Harry step back into my view with one arm outstretched, beckoning me to join him on the dancefloor. I get up from my seat, practically running towards him with a smile now permanently etched onto my face.

"Well, would you look at that? Our song is playing," Harry smiles brightly at me.

"You're amazing," I sigh, laying my head on his chest while he hums the lyrics softly to me.

Few couples littered the dancefloor, everyone too tired now to do anything. So it really just felt like Harry and I, underneath the glass chandelier that illuminated the room with its soft golden light. Harry rubbed soothing patterns on my hip with his thumb, still humming along to the song as his heartbeat slowly against my ear and resonated throughout my body.

"Isn't this just so cheesy of us? Having one of the sweetest songs in the world as our song," Harry chuckles.

"Yeah...but if this doesn't describe us, then I don't know what will," I reply, nuzzling my head closer to him.

Honestly, everything about this song summed us up perfectly. Two kids - well, really not kids - hopelessly in love with each other and everything about the other. The kisses we shared always leaving us begging for more and our touches sending the other into overdrive.

We were the Flower and the Capolavoro.

Two individuals meant to find each other in this chaotic world and bring a little bit of love and happiness into it once we looked into each other's eyes. The second we came within close distance of each other, the world got a little bit brighter and our hearts fell deeper in love. We loved everything about the other, our flaws, and bad times never getting in the way of how we truly felt.

We felt like Paris in the rain - a magical moment that filled the atmosphere with wonder and adventure.

Maybe that moment wouldn't last forever and the rain would eventually subside but we basked in those feelings while they lasted. We soaked up each and every moment we had together and made sure we would never let that memory slip between our fingers.

"Flower?"

"Capolavoro."

"I want this forever. Just you and I. Nothing coming between us. I want you in my arms as we dance to our cheesy song. I want you to always cause my fingers to itch with a new idea to paint on a canvas, sparking my imagination in the most glorious way possible. I want my heart to flutter every time you kiss or touch me. I want to gaze into your breathtaking emerald eyes, any view in Rome or Paris never even coming close to making me feel the same way. I want to be able to count every freckle on your cheeks and nose...I just want you."

Picking my head off of his chest to gaze into his eyes, my world stops spinning and the only thing holding me in place is gravity and his arms.

And it was truly in that moment that Harry Styles, the artist, became my universe.

"Then have me."