(pls I saw this picture and I was like stfu that's so Harry and Aurora. Thx for coming to my Tedtalk about how I constantly incorporate my characters into everything I see)

AN: I literally procrastinated writing this chapter for so long lmao. Idk why but my brain has been super empty here lately.

Also I put the translations in the comments :)

I love you <3

~Alex

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"McKenna's gone," I mumble to Harry once I enter my kitchen, handing him the note she left on my bedroom door.

I watch as his eyes scan the paper, shrugging his shoulders before setting it down, "Wasn't she kind of a bitch anyway?"

"Well...yeah," I sigh and cross my arms over my chest as I lean against the counter, "but she's still my cousin and she was actually nice to me when you and I had that fight."

Harry winces slightly before nodding his head, placing his hands on my hips to lift me onto the counter, "I still say good riddance," he hums as he presses kisses along my jawline.

I laugh softly and thread my fingers through his hair before closing my eyes. Shivers run down my spine and goosebumps appear in record time at the feeling of his feathery soft lips pressing against my skin.

Even after having a fight or an argument with him, he still sparks that beautiful feeling inside of me that ignites a fire within my soul, spreading like wildfire and laying waste to everything in its path. But it was beautiful nonetheless and I enjoyed feeling those flames lick at every inch of my being.

Being in love with Harry feels like I'm flying. It completely takes my breath away and it always shows me something new every step of the way. Everything about it is unbelievably exquisite and magnificent. He can bring me to my knees with just one delicate touch of his fingertips or a simple glance sent my way.

"I can't believe I fell in love with you after just two months of knowing you," I whisper, "God, that was so fast."

He only hums in response, drawing me closer to him and sending a thousand butterflies throughout my entire being. My hands run through his hair before resting on the back of his neck as I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him impeccably closer to me.

I just want him here. I want him here with me every second of the day. I need him here by my side like my life depends on it. Because it feels like my life depends on it... almost as if he's a drug that's so heavenly my entire existence would shatter if I went a single day without it.

His eyes meet mine once he pulls away and I smile softly at him, "Hi, Capolavoro. We're home."

"Hi, Flower," he grins before leaning towards me, gently nudging my nose with his, "You're my home."

I giggle softly before placing my lips on his, enjoying the way my fingertips tingle with electricity and warmth while my body seems to be buzzing with happiness.

Although exhaustion is clouding every corner of my mind, I can't bring myself to leave my place on the counter and go to bed. The thought of being parted from Harry for even a second doesn't necessarily seem ideal at the moment.

"We should go to bed. I have work in the morning," I speak against my better judgment, "You can stay with me if you want."

"Actually, I was hoping you were up to going somewhere with me," Harry smiles at me.

I peek around his shoulder to check the time of the clock hanging on the wall, widening my eyes slightly once I see the time, "At five in the fucking morning?"

A laugh escapes his lips before he pulls me off of the counter, lacing our fingers together as he grabs my jacket and leads us out of the door. He practically drags me down the stairs, an excited giggle escaping his lips every few seconds while he keeps our hands intertwined.

My feet struggle to keep up with him as I keep one hand locked with his and the other grips onto the railing. I mentally curse myself for choosing an apartment on the sixth floor but can't help but laugh softly with him, soaking in the way his ecstatic giggles fill the quiet staircase and the warmth of his palm radiates into mine.

"Baby," I whine once we step outside into the pouring rain, "It's raining and it's way too early. I have work tomorrow."

"I know, I know," he chuckles before wrapping my jacket around my shoulders and pulling the hood over my head, "but I want to go somewhere with you."

I pout slightly as I stare up into his eyes, his eyelashes dotted with raindrops and his curls sticking to his forehead. A single streetlamp behind him illuminates his outline, causing the raindrops nestled in his hair to shine brighter than the sun.

My eyes follow the path of a raindrop as it paints its way down his nose until it lands on the cupid's bow of his lip, his tongue darting out to wet his already glistening lips. A smile graces my lips as I reach out with my hand to trace the path of the raindrop, resting my fingertips on his lips.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry asks me and I flick my eyes up to meet his, "You have that certain look in your eyes that you always get whenever you stare at me for a long time."

The smile on my lips grows, "I'm just thinking about how beautiful you are."

His cheeks instantly flush red at my words and he shakes his head, "Come here," he sighs before pulling me into him, wrapping his arms tightly around me as he snuggles his head into the crook of my neck.

The raindrops from his skin fall onto mine, the tip of his nose grazing over my skin and causing me to shiver at the coldness of it. My heart swells at the feeling of being in his embrace, the warmth of his skin seeping through my rain-soaked shirt as the rhythmic beating of his heart pounds against my chest. Standing in the rain doesn't seem so bad when it involves being in Harry's arms.

"I love you," he whispers into my skin, the breath from his words embedding themselves into my flesh as if they were ink marking my skin like a tattoo.

"I love you more," I smile as a wave of happiness washes over me.

"Let's go before the sun comes up and people start leaving for work," he speaks after a few beats of comfortable silence. I pull away from him and lean forward to press a delicate kiss to his cheek, letting my lips linger on his rain-soaked skin for a few moments.

His hands come up to brush away the hood of my jacket, the rain now soaking my hair and trailing down my face in random patterns. Although it was fucking freezing and I'd rather be inside curled up in my bed - standing outside in the pouring rain with Harry made me feel free and full of life.

"Where are we going?" I hum softly once we continue walking down the street.

Harry gently squeezes my hand, "You'll see." I roll my eyes playfully, swinging our hands back and forth between us as I avoid stepping in puddles.

Looking at us from another person's perspective, I'm sure we look like two completely insane strangers. I mean... who takes a walk at five in the morning while it's piss pouring rain?

But if you look close enough, you can see how the girl playfully leaps over puddles and the man just laughs with nothing but love and contentment filling his eyes.

Or how the man can't help but to steal a kiss every few steps they take because he can't get enough of the way her lips feel like heaven against his.

You can see how beautiful love can be when there's no one around and there are no boundaries.

They can just be.

No one has to know that he's her Capolavoro and she's his Flower.

"Capolavoro?" I catch his attention, causing him to look down at me with questioning eyes.

"Yes, Flower?" Harry hums without taking his eyes off of mine.

"Do you think we'll ever go to Paris together?"

A smile graces his lips and he steals another kiss for the thousandth time tonight, "Definitely."

"Another question," I avert my eyes from his and look down at the ground as we continue to walk, "Have you ever thought about moving back to Paris?"

"You mean like... recently?" He asks and I nod my head as I keep my head down, too scared of the answer I might receive, "Flower... where is this coming from?"

I let out a short breath, watching as it forms a tiny cloud of what looks like smoke before disappearing, "I don't know. I just thought that maybe you'd want to move back one day."

Why do I always have the tendency of worrying about things that aren't even relevant at the moment?

"Well, I don't. Not if you're not coming with me," he breathes out and I finally look at him, seeing that his eyes were looking straight ahead. I chew nervously on the inside of my cheek once I clock the tension in his shoulders, letting out a small sigh before focusing straight ahead once more.

"Are you nervous about meeting my parents next month?" I ask softly after a few moments of silence.

I had already called my mom and informed her that Harry and I will be flying to Florida at the end of October to visit. She was more than ecstatic to learn that she'd be meeting the new man in my life and already started rambling off things she needed to get done before we come. Although I was slightly hesitant about bringing Harry to Florida at first, I quickly realized there was no reason to be.

"Nervous is an understatement," he laughs softly, "I mean, your dad is an art professor. That alone is nerve-wracking."

I smile and nudge him with my shoulder, "Don't be. They're going to love you and practically treat you like royalty."

Harry shakes his head and smiles brightly, squeezing my hand gently as he blinks away the raindrops that have fallen onto his eyelashes. We were both completely soaking wet at this point but I don't think either of us actually minded. It was almost refreshing in an odd way.

But Harry looks completely ethereal as the raindrops paint tiny masterpieces along his skin. Somehow he manages to look absolutely breathtaking no matter the situation.

"We're here," Harry stops abruptly and turns to look at me with a smile.

I look at my surroundings and giggle softly once I realize where we're at, mentally kicking myself for not noticing earlier, "Gianicolo Hill? Why are we here?"

"Because," Harry grins, bending down to quickly peck my lips, "This is where I fell in love with you."

Color rushes to my face and I bite my lip to contain my grin, "Harry. That was like... barely over a month from when we first met."

"I know... but this is where I knew I want to spend forever with you."

"Was it because you realized how sexy I sound when I speak Italian?" I joke, stepping closer to him once a shiver makes its way down my spine.

He smiles and wraps his arms around me, reaching up to brush away my hair that was now sticking to my face, "No, it wasn't entirely that," I smile as he leans down to press a kiss to my nose, "It was when we were lying down in the grass and looking up at the sky. I felt this overwhelming wave of peace wash over me while I was lying by your side and realized exactly how safe you make me feel by just being there with me. We didn't have to talk or be touching each other. We were just there. Plus, I wasn't really looking at the sky... I was mainly looking at you and falling even deeper in love."

The smile etched onto my face feels as if it's stretching from ear to ear. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and pull him into me, jumping into his arms as I bury my face into his neck. His melodic laughter surrounds us as he holds me against him, wrapping his arms so tightly around me it feels as if I can't breathe.

But I can. I can breathe because of how tightly Harry has me in his embrace as I inhale his usual jasmine scent tinged with hints of rain. I can breathe as I press soft kisses along his neck, taking his face in between my hands and kissing him senseless. I can breathe as he kisses me back with an overwhelming sense of love and desire.

"You're a good kisser," I mumble against his lips.

"Mm, so are you," he mumbles back and I move my lips from his mouth to the rest of his face, kissing his cheeks and nose, "No. Kiss me," he whines.

"I am," I giggle as I continue to place kisses all over his face littered with tiny raindrops.

"Aurora," Harry whines as he tries moving his head as to where he thinks my next kiss will be planted, trying to capture my lips with his, "Kiss me."

"I am," I laugh loudly, tilting my head back once he huffs in frustration, "You're so needy. I'll kiss you when I want to," I tease him as I press another kiss to the corner of his mouth. He groans once I start placing kisses on his forehead, using my hands to brush away his soaking wet curls sticking to his skin.

"I will drop you," he huffs and I only tighten the grip my legs currently have around him, hearing a sigh escape his lips once he realizes if he lets go of me I'll just cling onto him.

My lips travel over every inch of his face, soft giggles escaping every time Harry huffs in annoyance at the fact I was kissing him everywhere but his lips. His heart is beating rapidly against my chest while I run my fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face as the rain continues to pour from the sky.

"You seriously fell in love with me before I fell in love with you," I laugh softly, stopping my endless shower of kisses to look at him, "What a softie."

"Shut up and kiss me," he rolls his eyes before desperately placing his lips on mine, an inhuman whine leaving the back of his throat once our lips meet, "I love you, I love you, I love you," he repeats over and over again, causing my heart to swell with an overwhelming sense of love.

I smile into the kiss and feel tears start to brim in my eyes as he continues to kiss me so fiercely to the point where I feel as if I'm about to pass out. He has never kissed me like this before and I'm not sure if I'm supposed to take that as a good or bad sign.

"Épouse-moi."

He breathes the words against my lips and I instantly realize it's French, pulling away from him to look at him with a smile, "What does that mean?"

No words leave his swollen lips as he stares at me, more raindrops falling into his eyes and onto his flushed cheeks. Something indescribable is dancing behind his eyes while they flicker over my face, soaking in every detail.

I tilt my head slightly to the side as I wait for him to answer, "I know the second word means me. But I have no fucking clue what the first one means," I giggle softly.

"It just means kiss me," he says softly.

"Baby, I've been kissing you," I shake my head at him, "Your lips are turning purple from how hard you've been kissing me."

"I know," he laughs but the laugh doesn't quite reach his eyes.

I trace the tip of his nose with my fingertip, "Can you teach me how to say that in French? Kiss me."

"Épouse-moi," Harry repeats while his face lacks any type of emotion.

"Épouse-moi," I smile and lean forward to press my lips against his. His lips quiver slightly as he kisses me briefly before pulling away. "Did I say that right?"

"Mhm," he hums and smiles shakily at me.

My smile grows and I trace the shape of his lips, "How do you say will you kiss me in French?"

"Veux-tu m'épouser?"

"Veux-tu m'épouser?" I repeat as best as I can, wrinkling my nose up at how unnatural it sounds coming out of my mouth compared to Harry's.

"Yes," he smiles gently at me before lightly pecking my lips, setting me down on the ground before distancing himself from me and walking away.

Confusion wraps its way around my brain as I watch him look out over the vast expanse of Rome. He runs his hands over his face and takes a deep breath while keeping his back turned to me, his entire demeanor now changing.

Something inside of him had snapped all of a sudden and is now causing him to shut down. It only took a split second, and it was like the entire world came crashing back down on him.

I cross my arms over my chest as the coldness sets in, taking delicate steps over to him until I'm standing behind him, "Did I say or do something wrong?" I whisper.

He sighs and shakes his head, looking down at the ground before turning around to look at me, "No... you didn't do anything."

I nod my head slowly, "Then why this sudden change of demeanor?"

"I think you should call Niall and meet up with him."

That came out of nowhere.

I take a step back from him and widen my eyes, "What the fuck. Why?"

He takes a deep breath and turns back around, "I just think you should," he shrugs his shoulders and I scoff, stepping around him to stand in front of his line of sight.

"That's bullshit. Tell me why you want me to call him," I stare up at him, trying to catch his eyes as he lets them look everywhere but my face. "Harry. Tell me why you said that."

"I guess I just think it's fair that you should be able to meet up with him since I met up with Maria," he says. His words come off as almost a whisper and it sparks panic inside of me, making my mind go into overdrive, "I just think you should."

"I don't want to meet up with him, Harry. I don't feel the need to see him," I explain and try to meet his eyes, "Look at me, Harry."

"I just think you should," he repeats without meeting my eyes.

I groan in frustration and grab his chin in between my thumb and forefinger, forcing his head down to look at me, "Harry, listen to me. I don't want to see him. I don't care that you met up with Maria and so now you think I should meet up with Niall. Why the fuck are you even thinking about him right now? We were having a good time and then you snapped all of a sudden."

He remains quiet as he stares at me and I raise my eyebrows at him expectantly, "Will you just... please call him and meet him."

"No, Harry! What the fuck? Why are you saying this stupid shit."

"It's not stupid, Aurora. I think it's only fair that you-"

"-get to meet up with Niall since you met up with Maria. Yeah, I got that. But I don't fucking want to," I snap and let go of his chin, resorting to pacing back and forth in front of him.

Thunder rolls in the distance and I catch a flash of lightning out of the corner of my eye, feeling a small sense of rage build up inside of me at the change of his attitude and demeanor. We were having a happy moment and then all of a sudden it ended because something inside of Harry had shifted.

"Why?"

"Why what?" I roll my eyes as I continue to pace back and forth, hearing the thunder grow louder.

"Why don't you want to meet him?" Harry's voice carries over to me in a whisper.

I pinch the bridge of my nose between my fingers and let out a long breath, "Because I just don't... want to. I just don't," I turn my head to look at him, "Why do you want me to meet up with him."

"I told you why-"

"That's not the real reason, Harry. That's just some bullshit excuse you came up with to hide the real reason behind you wanting me to call him," I shake my head and flinch slightly when a streak of lightning illuminates the sky, painting a white streak across Harry's face.

This felt like his way of pushing me away from him. He wants me to meet up with Niall so I'll know as to whether or not I'm still in love with him. He wants us to be equal when it comes to being in contact with our ex and it was something I don't want to be equal on.

He lets out a shaky breath and runs his hands over his face once again, "Please, Flower. Will you please just call him and meet him? Just once."

I come to a halt in front of him and take in the features of his face, noticing how a few hints of despair had weaved its way into his words, "I really don't feel like arguing with you right now, Harry. We've already been through enough over these past twenty-four hours and I don't want to egg it on. So, please. Just tell me why you want me to call him."

His eyes roam over my face and the thunder rolls once again in the distance.

Please tell me the truth. Don't push me away like this.

Lightning flashes and the rain continues its relentless downpour.

"I told you why."

My shoulders slump over and I let out a sigh of defeat, walking past him with my head hanging low, "Okay. I'm ready to go home now."

I hear the shuffling of his feet behind me, letting me know he was following me, "Aurora, please don't be upset."

"I'm not," I lie and cross my arms tighter over my chest, pulling the hood of my jacket up even though I know it isn't going to do shit at keeping me dry.

More thunder rolls through the sky and lighting follows quickly after.

Harry's hand finds mine and he intertwines our fingers.

"I'm sorry I ruined our moment," he whispers.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you when I grabbed your chin."

He laughs softly and tugs on my hand to prevent me from walking any further, spinning me around to face him and placing two fingers underneath my chin, "You didn't, baby. You barely even dug into my skin."

I nod my head while pinching my lips into a fine line, refusing to meet his eyes, "I'll call Niall and plan to meet him. But not because I want to. I'm only going to do it because you want me to."

A sigh of relief escapes his lips and he closes his eyes, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," I reply curtly.

"I love you, Flower."

"I love you, too, Capolavoro."

I close my eyes as he leans down to press his lips on mine, clutching at his shirt and pulling him closer to me.

Pulling him closer to me since he insists on pushing me away.