AN: THE FINAL CHAPTER!!!!

I'll post an author's note so I don't make this long, but I just wanted to say I love you all so, so much. Thank you for everything <3 Gosh I could cry. 

And I'm so, so sorry it's been a month since I've last posted, oh my god. I think I've been subconsciously holding myself back from writing because I don't want it to end <3

~Alex

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The Flower and the Capolavoro.

We're two people who just so happen to be so in love with each other that no words can explain exactly how in love we are. No grand gesture or describing words can even begin to describe the love we hold in our hearts for the other. Even after a year apart, our love is still taking over like it never left or took a break. I feel as if Harry never left me behind in Italy and we've been living together in Paris all this time. It's beautiful really how quickly we fell back into our normal rhythm of holding each other close and never letting go.

Which is what we're doing at the moment as we lie in his bed together, my head resting on his bare chest while our legs intertwine like roots of a tree buried underneath the ground. I feel almost as if I never even left the strong embrace of his arms or went without his signature scent of jasmine tainting the air and filling my lungs.

"I've missed you so much, Capolavoro," I sigh and snuggle even closer to him, if possible. "I've missed you more than you could ever imagine."

His chest vibrates as he hums and tightens his grip around my waist, "I've missed you too, Flower."

"Can I admit something?" My voice speaks softly in the dark room, the only light coming from the Eiffel Tower shining in through the large window as raindrops continue to softly drum against the window.

Harry shifts slightly underneath me and moves my hair away from my neck, letting his fingertips glide across my skin, "What's on your mind, Flower?"

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, "I honestly thought we'd never see each other again," I admit. "I know how bad that sounds, but it's true. I mean... we live in two different countries now and the chances of accidentally running into each other are so incredibly slim. I just had this lurking feeling deep inside of me that we'd never see each other again. You'd move on and eventually so would I... then that would be the end of us. And that feeling scared the ever-living shit out of me," I pause and take a deep breath to get a grip on my emotions. "I love you, and the thought of never seeing you again is something that I'm most afraid of in the entire world."

He remains silent for a few moments, the only thing ringing in my ears being his slow heartbeat and the sound of his breathing. His fingertips continue to slightly graze the skin of my neck as he absentmindedly twirls my hair in between his fingers. It's rather calming really and helps ease the slight panic weaving its way into my brain as he continues to remain silent.

"Can I admit something too?" He finally speaks and I instantly nod my head. "I was-- am-- always going to find a way back to you."

I pick my head up to look at him with tears forming in my eyes, resting my chin on his chest as he stares down at me with the tiniest of smiles painting his lips, "What if you find someone else who makes you happier? What if you end up loving them more than you love me?"

He shakes his head and brushes my hair away from my face, "That'll never happen. I can promise you that."

I continue to stare at him, half of me believing him and half of me not. How does he know he won't stumble into someone who becomes his new muse like I once had? I'm sure he told himself he'd never love again after Maria, but then he fell in love with me. So it's not at all impossible that he might run into someone new who makes him feel a thousand times better than I make him feel. I know I shouldn't think those things, but it's hard not to.

"You don't believe me, do you?" Harry chuckles softly and I slightly shake my head. His smile grows and he sits up, causing me to now straddle his lap as he rests his back against the headboard. "You're scared I'm going to find someone new and fall out of love with you?"

"More or less," I admit shyly. I don't want him to think that his love for me isn't as strong as he claims it is. "And it's not that I don't believe you love me. It's just hard not to think that maybe it could happen... you know?"

He hums and nods his head, "I do know. I'm scared you'll do the exact same thing. But that's beside the point."

The thought of falling in love with someone else other than him is something I'd never even begin to think about, but he does have a point. I could just as easily do the same thing I'm worried he's going to do.

"Do you know how you make me feel when you're simply in my presence?" Harry asks with a soft smile. "Like I'm on top of the world. Better than that even. And when you touch me... it takes my breath away and causes my heart to practically race out of my chest. Feel," he whispers and takes my hand, gently placing it over his heart. I feel the hammering of his heart underneath his smooth skin and look up into his eyes with a smile. "You do things to me, Aurora. Things I can't even begin to explain or describe. Things I've never felt before. You're the only one who can make me feel this way, and you're the only one who ever will."

He stares so deeply into my eyes, his gaze intense and filled with nothing but truth, that it takes my breath away and leaves me speechless. It's almost as if I can feel his love for me radiating off of him in rolling waves and crashing down on me. "You're the one, Aurora. If I could perfectly explain how much I love you, or how deep in love with you I am, I would. But I can't. Not even through a painting. My love for you... goes beyond words and materialistic things. That's how I know I'll never find someone else who I might love more than I love you because that's fucking impossible. If I ever find someone who makes me feel like that, then it'd be a miracle. Because you're my other half... my missing piece. And I know how cliché and completely unrealistic all of this sounds, but I swear it's true," Harry spills his heart out while slowly pulling me closer to him until our chests are touching, our noses ever so slightly grazing the others.

I run my fingers through his long curls until I rest them on the back of his neck. "Cliché is fun," I grin with tears shining in my eyes.

A smile reappears on his lips as he softly nudges his nose with mine, "So you've said."

"I have said that, haven't I?" I laugh and pull away from him slightly.

He immediately pulls me closer to him again with a raised eyebrow, "Where do you think you're going? Trying to get away from me so soon?"

"Never," I answer with a shake of my head.

Shivers run down my spine and goosebumps dot my skin at the feeling of him slipping his hands underneath my borrowed t-shirt, slowly sliding them up my sides and causing the shirt to ride up and expose my stomach. I watch as his pupils dilate once they land on the exposed skin of my stomach and thighs, his chest rising and falling at a quicker pace than it was before. Goosebumps appear on his skin once I run both of my hands down his chest and brush my lips softly across his. A smile twinges at my lips at the sound of the quiet whimper that falls from his lips once I don't give him the satisfaction of kissing him, instead drawing away and planting one on his cheek.

"Still a tease," Harry mutters and I can't help but giggle softly. My giggle soon turns into a surprised gasp as he pushes me backward and I land on my back, looking up to see him hovering inches away from my face, "I should've seen that one coming."

"You definitely should have," I laugh and throw my arms around his neck. "I think you've been away from me for too long, Styles."

"Or maybe, it's because you make every rational thought leave my mind whenever I'm around you," he says with a slight grin before leaning down to finally capture my lips with his, this time all of my teasing flying out the window as I fall into a world of ecstasy and jasmine.

My legs wrap themselves tightly around his waist, pulling his body closer to mine as if I couldn't be close enough to him. I push at his shoulders and get him to roll over with me still on top of him, pulling away from him with smiles on both of our faces as he stares up at me and I stare down at him. "So you're saying I make you dumb?"

"No," Harry laughs and rolls us over again until I'm pinned underneath him. "I'm saying you make me do dumb things and forget how to think."

I roll us over and rest on top of him again, "Same thing."

"Is not," he rolls his eyes. This time as he turns his body to move on top of me, I become weightless for a fleeting second as he falls off of the bed with me still in his arms, both of us landing on the floor with a loud thud. "Ow. Fucking hell," Harry groans and rubs the back of his head while I fall apart into a fit of laughter, having landed on top of him.

"Are you okay?" I ask in between fits of laughter and run my fingers behind his head.

"I love how you're laughing at the fact I'm hurt," he narrows his eyes at me.

I shake my head while trying to contain any more giggles that threaten to fall from my lips, "I'm sorry. I can't help it. It was funny."

A small laugh of his own falls from his lips before he entangles his fingers in my hair and pulls my face closer to his, closing that distance between us while the twinkling lights from the Eiffel Tower cascade over our bodies molded together. The soft sound of the rain hitting the window mingles with our heavy pants and muffled moans, Harry's hands once again slipping underneath my shirt and slowly traveling up my sides. I violently shiver against him once he takes the tips of his middle fingers and slowly glides them down my back, a small laugh tumbling from his lips and landing on mine as I feel goosebumps immediately appear all over my body.

I pull away and send him a playful glare, watching as lust and amusement pools inside of his emerald irises while he stares at me with a smile planted on his glistening lips. I sit back, now fully resting on his lap, and take the bottom of my shirt between my fingertips. Harry's eyes widen as I grin at him playfully and slip my bottom lip in between my teeth, slowly lifting the shirt up my torso until I completely get it over my head and toss it across the room.

"Fucking hell, Aurora," Harry breathes out as his eyes travel across my exposed skin. He eyes me with a look of longing and lust before sitting up, our chests brushing as he once again connects our lips, his hands gliding up my back before resting on the back of my neck.

He slowly leans me backwards, my legs wrapping around his torso and back meeting the ground. A hiss escapes my lips once my back meets the cold floor, causing my spine to arch and my nipples to graze Harry's chest. "Fuck, that's cold," I mutter against his lips and feel his chest vibrate with laughter.

"You didn't hear me complaining," he retorts and I roll my eyes before reaching down between us to graze my fingers over the growing bulge hidden beneath his sweatpants. A mix between a strangled moan and choked gasp falls from his lips and I look at him with an innocent smile.

"Something wrong?" I smile, watching as his eyes darken from my teasing antics.

"No. Everything's fine," he replies coolly and drops his hand down between us just as I had done, slipping his fingers into the material of the underwear I'm wearing and grazing the pad of his finger across my clit. I gasp and grip onto his biceps, staring at him with wide and desperate eyes. "Something wrong?" Harry chuckles as a flash of amusement flashes through his darkened irises.

I dip my hand between us again, reaching into his sweatpants this time and taking his hard length in my hand. His body jolts on top of mine as I run my thumb over his tip already leaking precum, his hot breath fanning across the skin of my neck as he drops his head into the crook of my neck. A shiver of excitement runs down my spine as a moan spills from his lips and falls onto my skin, the simple sound increasing the desperate need for him between my thighs. My lips pepper kisses along his shoulder and dip of his neck as I continue to stroke my hand up and down his hardening length, enjoying the moans I'm drawing out of him and the shivers that run down his spine every time my wrist flicks to run my thumb over his tip.

"Fuck, Aurora," he moans before grabbing my wrist and removing it from his sweatpants. "You're going to have to stop doing that."

I hum and softly peck his lips, "Why?"

"Because everything is a bit much for me right now, and if you continue to do that, I'm not going to last much longer," he admits before quickly kissing me again.

I pull away from his lips to bring my thumb up to my mouth that's still wet from his precum, looking into his eyes as I wrap my lips around my thumb and taste him on my tongue, hollowing my cheeks and sucking on it for a few seconds before pulling my thumb from my mouth with a pop. Darkness clouds Harry's eyes the entire time he's watching me, hunger for me pouring from him in waves. It takes me by surprise when he takes my hand and sticks my thumb in his mouth too, keeping his eyes locked with mine as he flicks his tongue over the skin of my thumb and hollows his cheeks. I bite back a moan at the sight and feel the pressure between my thighs grow.

As he hums, it sends an electric current through my body and I pull my thumb from his mouth to latch my lips onto his while my hands tug at the waistband of his sweatpants. He distances himself from me and slightly shakes his head with a small smile tugging at his lips. I watch as his head dips down to start littering kisses across my collarbones, my hands entangling themselves in his long curls that wrap around my fingers and brush my skin as they fall over his shoulders.

My back arches once again and a gasp tumbles off of my lips once his mouth meets my right nipple. His tongue dances expertly over the peaked flesh, drawing quiet moans from me and satisfied hums from Harry. He keeps his eyes locked with mine the entire time, the emotions of passion and lust filling every inch of his blown pupils and slivers of emerald. His hands run down my sides and stop at my thighs, his body fitting perfectly between my legs as he slowly descents to where I need him the most. Harry leaves soft kisses down my rib cage and stomach, trailing his lips along my hips and pelvic bone before he fully settles himself between my thighs.

"Somehow you've gotten even more beautiful since the last time I've seen you," Harry says softly while trailing his nose along the apex of my thigh. "I think we can remove these, correct?" He raises his eyebrows while his fingers play with the material of my underwear.

"Yes, please," I breathe out and watch as he bites back a cocky grin. My breath hitches in my throat once he takes the waistband of my underwear in between his teeth, keeping his eyes locked with mine as he slowly drags it down my legs while his hands follow his descent, running down my thighs and brushing across my knees.

Once he reaches my ankles, he completely takes my underwear off and opens his mouth slightly, causing them to fall to the floor as more hunger pools inside of his eyes. "Better," he grins before pressing a gentle to my ankle, slowly inching his way back towards me and trailing his nose up my leg as he goes.

My chest rises and falls harshly once he skims his nose up the inside of my thigh, clearly teasing me and drawing out my need for him. I feel it swelling and growing inside of me with each touch of his that ignites my skin into a fiery flame, but I'm too helpless and caught up in the moment to do or say anything. Harry obviously enjoys the reaction he's drawing out of me, cockiness flashing behind his eyes every time a quiet moan slips past my lips or my body jerks when he gets too close to the place I want and need him most.

"Fuck, Harry. Please," I whine once he licks a stripe from my knee to the apex of my thigh.

"Please, what, Flower?" He asks while biting back a grin.

"Please, I need you," I beg him with desperation flashing in my eyes. "I need you, Capolavoro."

He briefly closes his eyes while a small shiver travels down his spine, my breath once again escaping my lungs once he opens his eyes that are now burning with desire and a strong yearning for me. "Fuck, Aurora," he pants and leans slightly away from me, taking in deep breaths and dropping his head down.

"Are you okay?" I whisper and sit up slightly to run my hands across his shoulders.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just need to take a breather," Harry shakes his head while gently squeezing my thighs. "As I said, everything is a bit too much for me right now and I'm way closer to finishing than I'd like to be."

I smile and laugh softly before placing two fingers underneath his chin, tilting his head back to look at me, "It's been a while, yeah?"

"Fuck, it's been so long," he nods his head while swallowing harshly.

"Stand up," I tell him and pull myself up to rest on my knees. Harry stares at me with wide eyes and I look at him expectantly, raising my eyebrows, "Stand up, Harry."

I watch as he shakily pulls himself up into a standing position and stares down at me as I stare up at him through my eyelashes. Placing my hands on his thighs, I gently push him backwards until his back meets the window, a shiver passing through his body once the cold glass hits his skin. My eyes stay locked with his as I grip the waistband of his sweatpants and pull them down his long legs, a shiver of excitement racing down my spine once my eyes land on his throbbing cherry-red tip. I lick my lips once I take him in my hand, feeling him jerk and hearing a hiss escape his lips, his hand finding its way to my hair as he collects a handful of my chestnut locks.

Looking through my eyelashes to meet his eyes, I run my tongue up the underside of him before sucking his tip into my mouth and tasting the salty taste of his precum. A loud moan falls from his lips and his eyes roll to the back of his head, pushing my head further down him until he hits the back of my throat. I gag and feel my eyes water as he keeps my head pushed down on him, feeling my nose graze his pelvis while my nails dig into his thighs.

"Just like that, Flower," Harry moans darkly and tightens his grip on my hair. "Shit, don't stop."

Moving my head up and down while maintaining eye contact, I watch him start to fall apart as he throws his head back against the glass, his chest rising and falling harshly as he continues to hit the back of my throat. His hips thrust softly into my mouth as I hollow my cheeks, humming softly and earning an ecstatic moan to tumble from his lips. Pleasure pools between my thighs at the sound of his moans and sighs, the fact that I'm pleasuring him turning me on even more.

My nails leave marks on his thighs and tears continue to form in my eyes as he continuously hits the back of my throat, making me gag and even more moans from Harry to fill the air. "Aurora," he groans and I feel him twitch inside of my mouth, knowing he's stumbling closer to his finish line, already having been provoked from my hand just a few moments ago.

He rests his hands against the window, the glass becoming fogged up from the heat of his skin and leaving the shape of his handprints on the glass. The view of the Eiffel Tower behind him and the twinkling lights on his skin pulls the moment together, rain slowly leaving trails down his window that look like tiny stars littered along the window. It looks like Harry's floating among the stars almost, shining brighter than all of them while a pretty blush paints his cheeks.

I pull away from him and wrap my hand around him again, flicking my tongue over his throbbing tip and humming in satisfaction at the loud moan that tears its way out of the back of his throat. His hands clench into fists and his head is tilted back towards the ceiling while I keep my eyes trained solely on him, enjoying the way he's falling apart because of me. "Yes, fuck, baby. I'm close, Flower," Harry pants and looks down at me. With one last thrust into my mouth, he falls apart and spills into my mouth, still slowly sucking him as I ease him through his high.

His knees give out on him and he collapses in front of me, taking my face between his hands and instantly latching his lips on mine. He melts into me and dives his tongue into my mouth, the salty taste of him still on the tip of my tongue. I can feel his heart beating rapidly against his chest, his skin hot and sticky with a thin layer of sweat.

The feeling of his hands roaming across my body sends small shivers down my spine and I gasp once his forefinger dips down between us to find my clit. My nails dig into his biceps as I stare at him with wide eyes, his body pushing against mine as he pushes me to the floor. He doesn't waste any time as he nestles himself between my thighs once again, kissing the apex of my thighs and trailing kisses up to my heated core. My back leaves the floor and a strangled moan spills from my lips at the feeling of his tongue meeting my clit, my hands finding their way to his hair as he wraps one of his arms around my hips to hold me down.

His muscles flex underneath his inked skin and his hair falls into his face, my hands instantly brushing it away and taking the hair tie off my wrist to tie his hair up into a bun. He glances up at me and grins softly, briefly coming up to peck my lips, "Thanks, Flower," he murmurs in my ear before inserting two of his fingers inside of me and causing my chest to brush against his as my back leaves the floor again.

I wrap my arms around his neck as he goes to move back down between my thighs and place my lips on his, needing to be close to him as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me. Bolts of lightning hit every nerve ending inside me at the feeling of him on top of me and his fingers inside me, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through me as our lips dance together to the soft sound of the rain thrumming against the glass of the window. His already hardening length ghosts itself across my thigh as his hips subconsciously buck towards me.

"Right there, Harry," I gasp once he curls his fingers and hits my g-spot, a smirk tugging at his lips before he starts peppering kisses along my throat.

"Can I go down on you now, Flower?" He asks me with a smile and a shiver races down my spine at his words. "I'd like to finish what I started."

I frantically nod my head and watch him as he quickly dips down to nestle his head between my thighs, never stopping the movements of his fingers as his tongue begins to pleasure my throbbing clit. It takes everything in me not to scream from the ecstasy running through my veins, Harry's arm once again wrapping around my hips to hold me against the floor. My toes curl and my eyes roll to the back of my head, hands curling into fists and strangled moans spilling into the air.

He softly hums, sending me into a frenzy and shoving me closer to the edge. "Please don't stop. Don't stop, Harry," I beg him, only moments away from throwing myself into the deepest depths of pleasure.

"Wasn't planning on it, Flower," he murmurs quickly, never ceasing the movement of his fingers or his tongue. "I could stay down here all day."

My eyes roll to the back of my head, his words and the pleasure he's making me feel adding on to my impending orgasm. Feeling my walls involuntarily clench around his fingers, a gasp falls from my lips as his fingers pick up their pace, "Harry," I mewl softly, becoming breathless as my orgasm teeters dangerously over the edge of the cliff.

"Show me how beautiful you are when you come, Flower," Harry says darkly and locks his eyes with mine. "Make me remember and never forget the sweet sounds of your moans and the feeling of your body underneath mine," he adds as more darkness clouds his already darkened irises.

With one last stroke of his fingers and lap of his tongue, his words adding to the pleasure, I fall apart and reach to cling onto his shoulders, needing something to keep myself from getting lost in the stars and floating away. My vision turns white and a breathless moan fills the air as my orgasm tears through me faster and harder than I expected it to. Harry's face appears before me, a smile on his lips while his tongue darts out to lick my arousal off of his lips. I pull his body against mine and bury my face in the crook of his neck, still trying to catch my breath but needing to feel his skin against mine.

"Fuck, my heart is pounding," I whisper and feel Harry's chest vibrate as he chuckles.

"I know. I can feel it," he hums before softly kissing my forehead. "Are you okay?"

"More than okay," I nod my head and pull away from the crook of his neck to look into his eyes. "I love you so much, Harry."

His eyes soften and I feel his heart stutter inside of his chest, "I love you more, Aurora."

Our lips meet in a soft kiss, one that sends butterflies straight to my stomach and my heart to skip a few beats. His hands slowly travel towards my thighs, causing me to wrap them around his waist as he slowly leans back before swiftly moving into a standing position. I keep my arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as he walks us backwards, goosebumps dotting my skin once my back meets the freezing cold glass of his window.

"Cold, right?" Harry grins at the sound of a hiss leaving my lips.

I smile and slightly roll my eyes, "You did that as payback."

"Maybe," he laughs softly, keeping me pressed against the window as he brings one of his hands up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear. "My beautiful Flower. How did I ever go this long without you?"

"I don't know. I missed my beautiful masterpiece," I whisper and take his hair out of the bun, watching as his curls cascade around his shoulders and frame his face perfectly. My heart swells with undying love as I stare into his shimmering irises swimming with love and passion. "So beautiful."

I kiss him again while running my thumbs along his sharp jawline, his hands gripping my hips tightly as if I'll slip out of his hold and disappear through the window with the stars. One of his hands leaves my hip and I pull away to see him lining himself up with my entrance, glancing at me briefly to make sure I'm ready. I nod my head and dig my nails into his shoulders at the feeling of him entering me. Strangled moans spill from our lips and our bodies press harder against each other, letting me adjust to him before he slowly begins to move my hips up and down.

My hips rock smoothly against his, feeling his tip graze my g-spot with each deep stroke and movement of his hips thrusting into mine. Harry buries his face in my neck, his quiet moans landing on my skin and his fingertips digging into my flesh. "I almost forgot how fucking good you feel," he breathes into my ear before pressing soft kisses where my neck and jawline meet.

I whimper in response and cling tightly to him, pressing my body closer to his and forming every dip and curve perfectly with his, the two of us connecting like perfect puzzle pieces. Our body heat causes the glass to fog around my figure, the chilled window cooling me down slightly as our hips move in tandem with the other's while my back moves up and down the cool glass. One of his hands leaves the grip it has around my hip and lands on the window beside my head, immediately causing the glass to fog and another handprint to form on the glass.

"What if someone sees us?" I manage to speak in between breathtaking thrusts and pleasure-filled moans.

"Highly doubt that, Flower," Harry whispers breathlessly. "Even if someone does, I couldn't care less."

I open my mouth to reply but feel my breath forced from my lungs as Harry roughly snaps his hips into mine, digging my nails into his back and leaving red rivers along his shoulders. "Fuck, Harry," I breathe onto his skin while feeling his pace beginning to quicken.

My walls clench around him and cause a guttural growl to climb out of the back of Harry's throat. "Fucking hell, Aurora. You drive me fucking insane," Harry says hotly in my ear.

His words increase the coil tightening in my stomach and I look down to where our hips collide, watching him enter me with each thrust that seems to quicken with each passing second. "Fuck me, Harry. Please," I beg him while tightening my grip around his waist with my legs, pulling his hips closer to mine.

He pulls his head away from my neck and stares intently into my eyes, his hips already thrusting into me harder and faster than they were before. "Christ, I can't stress enough how fucking amazing you feel on top of me," Harry pants while resting his forehead against mine, still staring deep into my eyes as my body jolts with every thrust of his hips. "You don't even realize what you do to me."

"Neither do you," I grin and quickly peck his nose before placing my lips on his, my second orgasm for the night approaching quickly and ready to wash over me in wave after wave. I can tell Harry is nearing his release as well, his thrusts becoming sloppy and losing their rhythm. His moans grow louder and less controlled, both of his hands digging harshly into my thighs and leaving bruises. "Come for me, Capolavoro. Let go," I whisper against his lips.

A mix between a moan and a whimper escapes from the back of his throat as he pulls me closer to him, one of his hands leaving my thigh to find my clit and sending an electric current throughout my entire body. "I'm not coming until you do, Flower," he whispers back.

His words alone shove me over the edge as we both let go at the same time, hands desperately grabbing for something to cling to in an attempt to keep us grounded. It barely works, Harry's body pressed against mine being the only thing I feel other than euphoria and electricity as my orgasm continues to tear through me relentlessly.

All of the oxygen leaves my lungs and white takes over my vision while the strongest, and longest, orgasm I've ever experienced refuses to let go of its hold on me. I know my nails are probably digging too harshly into Harry's skin and my body is probably a squirming mess, but I can't seem to care about anything else other than the immeasurable pleasure filling every crevice of my mind and body.

Once the clutches of my orgasm finally let go of me, I find myself laying on the bed on my back as Harry lays on top of me, slowly stroking my hair as his other hand traces soothing patterns on my thigh. "Hi, Flower. Done now?" He grins cockily down at me.

"Fuck, how long did that last?" I say breathlessly and run my hands up his lower back.

"Only around ten seconds. Sure seemed like you were having fun," Harry laughs softly before pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "Let's get you cleaned up, yeah? I'll be right back."

I stare at the ceiling as I wait for Harry, my mind swimming with dizziness from the lack of oxygen and my post-orgasmic state. Harry soon reappears with a washcloth in his hand and boxers resting lowly on his hips, his hair pulled back into a bun as he rests himself on the edge of the bed beside me. He's gentle as he cleans between my legs, bending down to press a soft kiss to my pelvic bone before tossing the washcloth in the dirty clothes bin and getting me a fresh shirt from his closet.

"Here you go, Flower," he hums and I sit up to allow him to slide the shirt over my head. "Feel better?"

"Much better," I grin and pull him into me, softly pressing my lips against his while slowly falling back onto the bed.

He gently lays on top of me and plays with the ends of my hair, observing my face intently while I trace his nose and lips. The tiniest of smiles rests on his lips as something flashes behind his eyes, "You know. You never told me what you thought when you first saw me."

"I didn't, did I?" I smile and free his hair from his bun again, causing him to roll his eyes after having just put it up. "I obviously found you beautiful. In fact, I remember thinking I'd never seen a more beautiful man in my entire life. I guess it was pretty obvious you took my breath away because I couldn't even form a sentence." Harry laughs softly, both of us recalling how I seemed to have lost my brain. "Honestly, you made me nervous and I was wondering why you were even talking to me. But then, you sat down beside me while I was staring at the painting of Paris in the rain. You said it was your favorite, and I never told you, but it was my favorite too. Little did I know I'd get to experience it with you one day," I hum while raking my fingers through his hair as he continues to watch me intently. "Nothing else seemed to matter except you as soon as I saw you. I was drawn to you and everything inside of me craved to be in your presence forever."

"Then we didn't see each other for a month," he chuckles and I feel my smile grow. "I'm not going to lie, I told Louis to ask Liam how you were every single day and I constantly asked about you." The sound of Liam's name causing my smile to dim slightly, Harry immediately catching on and causing his eyebrows to furrow together. "What's wrong?"

I take a deep breath and run the pad of his thumb across his cheekbone, "Liam told me what he said to you."

"Oh," he whispers softly, a hint of pain flashing through his eyes that he quickly blinks away. "He did?"

"He did," I nod my head. "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me he said all of those awful things to you, Harry?"

He briefly closes his eyes before opening them and swallowing harshly, "I didn't want to ruin your friendship. He's your best friend, and I couldn't ruin that for you."

I shake my head and rest both of my hands on either side of his face, "Harry, baby, I love and admire you for not wanting to ruin our friendship, but he ruined our friendship the second he said those things to you. No one deserves to be talked to like that or have those things said to them. Especially you out of all people."

"But he was right-"

"Don't even go there," I cut him off with a stern look. "He wasn't right and none of those things he said about you were true. So do not tell yourself he was right."

"But I-"

"No more talking about it," My tone is clipped and short while my heart tugs painfully inside of my chest.

His eyes dance across my face while his bottom lip slips anxiously between his teeth, "I'm sorry."

My features soften and I shake my head while a sad smile tugs at my lips, "Don't apologize for that. There's nothing to apologize for."

"No," he shakes his head and sits up, confusion weaving itself into my brain as I prop myself onto my elbows. "I'm sorry for leaving you and breaking your heart, Aurora. I'm sorry for everything I ever to did to hurt you or make you cry. I'm sorry for it all."

I completely sit up and move closer to him, taking both of his hands in mine as he stares at me with sadness filling his eyes. "I'm sorry too."

"For what?" He asks and gently squeezes my hands. "You did nothing wrong."

"Yes I did," I breathe out. "I'm the one who told your family about Maria. I hurt you. I'm sorry."

Harry smiles softly and brings our hands up to softly kiss the back of mine. "I forgive you, my Flower," he whispers.

I kiss the back of his hand and rest it against my cheek, "I forgive you, my Capolavoro."

His strong arms that I call home engulfs me in a hug, my head resting in the crook of his neck while his nose buries itself into my hair. The rhythmic beating of his heart resounds throughout my entire being and fills my soul with warm honey, feeling his love for me radiate through his skin and seep into mine, nestling itself into my heart and deciding to remain there forever.

And although I'm leaving him again in the morning for God knows how long, I find myself imagining that I've stopped time for a few moments. No minutes or seconds pass by as I sit here in his arms and listen to his heartbeat, soaking in the warmth of his skin and the rise and fall of his chest. I fall into everything Harry and imagine I'll never have to climb out of the welcoming hole, everything I want and need resting at the bottom.

Without removing his arms from around me, he lays us both down on our sides, my body instantly curling into him as we entangle our legs together and keep our hands remained on each other's skin. I keep my eyes locked on his and he keeps his eyes locked on mine, too afraid to blink as we soak up every second we have with each other.

"Have I told you that I love you more than anything else in this world?" Harry whispers with a smile.

"Once or twice," I grin and run my hands through his hair again. "And have I ever told you I love you more than anything else in this world too?"

"I think so, yeah," he chuckles, leaning forward to softly peck my lips.

His fingertips trace delicate patterns on my hips and thighs while I rake my fingers through his hair. If I stare hard enough, I can see the reflection from the lights of the Eiffel Tower twinkling in his eyes, almost passing off as stars floating among a sea of emerald. I trace every freckle from memory with my eyes, the caramel dots sprinkled perfectly across his rosy cheeks and nose. Everything about him is so breathtakingly beautiful and perfect, his beauty constantly causing me to do a double-take with each small glance I send his way.

If only I could lay in his arms and learn every freckle from memory all over again. But we don't have the time, and I can't stay here with him forever.

I watch as his eyes grow heavy with each stroke of my hand through his hair, knowing he's on the cusp of sleep but fighting it off. "You can go to sleep, my Capolavoro," I whisper and giggle softly as he lazily opens and closes his eyes.

"Can't. 'M too scared it's all a dream," he yawns and my smile widens at the cute action.

"I promise you this wasn't a dream," I assure him while brushing my fingertips across his lips.

He looks at me lazily yet his eyes are still filled to the brim with love, "Promise me we're going to be alright?"

"I promise you we'll be alright."

He smiles happily before closing his eyes and leaning towards me, kissing me and holding me even closer than he was before as the grasp of sleep begins to take over. "I love you, Aurora Honeycutt. My Flower. My muse. My love. My life..."

I laugh shakily and feel tears brim in my eyes at his sleepy mumbling, "I love you, Harry Styles. My Capolavoro. My love. My life. My Bel Ragazzo."

"Stay with me forever," his voice is barely audible and slurred, clearly obvious he doesn't know what he's saying. "Don't leave. Stay with me here. Flower. Please. I love you."

My heart breaks and tears silently stream down my cheeks, "I wish, Capolavoro."

He doesn't say anything else as he succumbs to the grasp of sleep, his grip on me loosening and his breathing slowing. I hold in the sobs that want to leave my lips, knowing I have to leave now or I won't be able to in the morning when he's awake.

"Goodbye, Harry," I whisper and softly kiss every inch of his face while slowly slipping away from his touch.

He doesn't move an inch once I'm finally free, the tears now streaming down my face endlessly as I get dressed back into my emerald dress and heels, throwing looks over my shoulder to make sure he's still asleep. I neatly fold his shirt and place it on his counter, finding a sticky note and a pen, writing a short letter for him to read when he wakes up and realizes I'm gone.

Capolavoro,

You weren't dreaming. I was here. I love you. Thank you for everything. I'll be seeing you.

-Flower

I move to stand beside the bed and lean down to gently press a kiss to his forehead, stroking his cheek and trying to find the strength inside of me to pull away. He stirs slightly and leans into my touch with a satisfied sigh. "I love my Flower," he mumbles in his sleep and I clamp my hand over my mouth to muffle my sob.

Somehow, my feet move away from him and my hand slowly leaves his cheek, my eyes never leaving his sleeping figure until I come to rest in the doorway of his bedroom. I cast my eyes around his room, soaking everything in and closing my eyes as I revel in the new memories I've made with him tonight. Dancing in the rain. Braiding his hair. Getting to experience what Paris in the rain feels like. Falling back in love with him when I had never fallen out of love with him in the first place.

Opening my eyes, I look at him one last time before whispering,

"Thank you for growing your hair out for me."

And then I was gone.