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Harry's P.O.V.
"Say more things!" I said excitedly like a child as Y/N rolled her eyes at my request.
"Te amo," Y/N said with a smile as I watched her speak. Something about knowing the fact that she spoke four languages really turned me on and I don't really know why. The way the words would fall from her tongue had me sitting on the edge of my seat and had my heart pounding loudly in my chest.
"Tu sei perfetto," she said with a smirk as she leaned her head against my chest. I honestly didn't have the slightest clue what she was saying half of the time-she could be cursing me out and I would sit and enjoy every second of it.
I knew a small amount of Italian and Spanish from when we'd visit other countries on tour but I didn't know a fraction of what Y/N knew. Her father worked internationally and he was fluent in at least 7 different languages. Y/N told me about how she'd sit on his lap when she was younger while he taught her how to count to ten in each language.
"Say something dirty in French," I said with a smirk. When Y/N spoke French I lusted for her the most. I guess that's why it's called the language of romance or sex or something like that.
"Quelque chose sale," Y/N said while looking into my eyes. She said it softly and dragged on the words and it was damn sexy. I had no clue what she said and she didn't tell me what she said but it made me want to kiss her all over. So I did.
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