AN: Hi guys! Thank you all for sticking with me! I'm back after my not so short break that was very needed lmao. I didn't realize it had been so long since I've last updated.
I meant to post sooner than this but my attention was focused...elsewhere. I hope you're happy I updated and I hope you enjoy.
Tysm for 12k. Wow. And for 1k votes. Wow wow.
I love you <3
~Alex
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Waking up to the sun blinding me, I roll over to bury my face in Harry's chest only to find out he wasn't beside me. His side of the bed was now cold and empty, not a single trace of heat lingering on the sheets.
"Harry?" I mumble quietly while rubbing my eyes and sitting up in bed, the white sheet falling around my hips and I let out a small laugh as I realize I'm still laying at the bottom of the bed.
Our festivities from last were definitely taking a toll on me this morning as I felt the soreness between my legs, the lingering feeling of his lips grazing my skin still sending chills up my spine and goosebumps to form along my arms. The balcony doors were still open, the sweet aroma of flowers and morning air filling the atmosphere in a magical way.
"Good morning, Flower," Harry's voice carries over to me. I turn my head to see him sitting in front of an art easel, a paintbrush resting between his fingers as his black boxers clung to his hips while a smile forms on my lips at the beautiful sight.
"Why aren't you in bed with me?" I pout jokingly, wrapping the white sheet around me as I climb out of bed on shaky legs, hearing Harry laugh softly as I stumble towards him as if I had just learned how to walk yesterday.
"Having some trouble there?"
I send him a glare before placing myself in his lap, feeling him wrap his strong arms around me as I place my head in the crook of his neck, "Cut me some slack. I haven't been sexually active in two years," I pull my head away from his neck to look him in the eyes, "and I didn't expect you to actually fucking rail me last night either."
"Hey, you asked for it," he laughs, squeezing me gently and placing kisses to the top of my head.
"What are you doing?" I crane my head to look at the canvas but immediately feel Harry pull my head back to look at him.
"No peeking, baby," Harry chuckles. He starts pawing at the white sheet fitted snuggly around my body, trying to take it off me, "Think we can squeeze in a round three?"
I shake my head as I climb off his lap, pulling him with me as I lead us to the bathroom, "We need showers," I push him into the bathroom while smiling at him innocently, "and then we need to leave that way we have all day for you to show me around your hometown."
"So, round three in the shower then?" Harry winks at me while completely pulling the white sheet off of my body.
"Harry, I can barely walk right now. Does it look like I'm up for a round three?"
"I can carry you," he offers with a smile and I roll my eyes before turning away from him to turn on the water, "and I recall hearing you say last night that you weren't up for a round two but it still happened anyways."
Warm arms wrap themselves around my torso as soft lips attach themselves to my neck. I giggle softly, stumbling my way into the shower as Harry pushes us inside, the warm water cascading down my front side and soaking my hair, "That was different but I mean it this time, H. No round three."
"Yeah, yeah," he mumbles with his lips still attached to my neck, "No round three."
"Now back up so I can wash my hair," I nudge him slightly with my elbow while trying to pry his arms away from me. He complies with a small grumble, sneaking in a few more kisses before retreating his touch.
The entire shower consisted of wandering hands - mostly from Harry's part - and laughter as we struggled to move around each other in the rather small space. We took turns standing in front of the cascading water while reaching around each other for the shampoo and body wash.
"Ow, Harry," I grumble once he elbows me in the head after trying to reach for something above me.
"Oops...sorry, baby," he smiles sheepishly at me, kissing the spot on my head that I was rubbing with my hand.
And so after a few more minutes of stumbling around each other and more elbows to the head and sides, we had finally managed to get clean...with a few bruises along the way.
The entire house was quiet since no one was home except for Harry and I. With it being almost 10 in the morning, I was quite surprised I was awake. I had expected the both of us to have slept in until noon given the night we had last night.
"Is that my jumper?" Harry asked me as I slip a grey sweater over my head, the hem of it stopping at the middle of my thighs.
"Maybe," I smile at him while pulling my jeans up my legs.
He chuckles before walking over to me and taking me in his arms, hugging me tightly against him. I wrap my arms around him and bury my face into the crook of his neck, closing my eyes as I breathe in deeply and his familiar scent of jasmine floods my senses.
"Mm, you smell good," Harry hums softly, nuzzling his nose into my hair.
I giggle and press a kiss to the skin of his neck, running my hands over his bare skin, "So do you. Now get dressed before I change my mind about not having a round three," pushing him softly away from me.
"Now would that be such a bad thing?" He grins at me while slipping his hands underneath the grey material hanging on my body.
"Harry!" I laugh as he tries to unhook my bra, a cheeky grin planted on his magenta lips. I grab onto his arms and pull them away from me, smacking his bare chest softly, "Get dressed, silly. We have all day together."
He huffs while sticking his bottom lip out in a slight pout, "I know we do but it won't be a day spent together in bed all day. We'll both have clothes on," he makes a face.
"Oh my god, Harry. Just get dressed and we can spend all day together in bed without clothes on when we go back home," I roll my eyes playfully before turning on my heel to finish getting ready in the bathroom.
"You better keep your word!" Harry calls to me from the bedroom.
"Planning on it!" I call back to him with a contagious smile planted on my face.
Today is going to be a good day.
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"Where to first?" I ask excitedly while staring out of the car window with eager eyes, practically jumping up and down in my seat.
Harry laughs softly beside me, reaching over to take my hand in his, "I'm not going to tell you until we get there. It's all going to be a surprise."
"You and surprises," I smile at him, leaning across the console to press a kiss to his cheek.
He hums contentedly, glancing over at me briefly with happiness shining in his eyes that seemed to be brighter than the sun.
I loved seeing him so happy like this. So carefree. It warmed my heart to know that I was the cause of this happiness - my own form of happiness being his doing as well. We genuinely made each other happy.
"So tell me," I smile giddily at him while placing my chin in the palm of my hand as my elbow rests on the console, "What did young Harry like to do during his free time?"
"You mean other than draw and paint?" He chuckles and I nod my head, "I guess I just liked to go on little adventures and see what new things I could discover that no one else has found yet. Which is one of the places we're going to today."
"Really?"
"Mhm," he hums while nodding his head, "If that's alright with you."
"Of course it is," I scoff playfully, "Take me anywhere your little heart desires to take me."
Harry laughs before pulling into a parking spot in front of a small bakery, "I hope you're in the mood for coffee and a cinnamon roll," he smiles while leaning towards me to press a kiss to my lips before unbuckling his seatbelt.
He excitedly gets out of the car and runs around the front to open my door, offering me his hand and grinning at me brightly. My face imitated his happiness as he held my hand tightly in his, leading me to the front door of the tiny bakery that looked rather homey.
Warm aromas of fresh baked bread and pies instantly greets me once Harry opens the door, the checkered floors and shelves lined with all sorts of pastries and bread enticing you in with each step you take. Shelves lined with jams and goodies had your fingers itching to buy practically everything in the small store and leave without having any regrets.
"This used to be the bakery I would come to when I was younger to grab a cup of tea before sitting outside against the wall. I used to draw the people I saw walking by me," Harry says as he observes my roaming eyes and gentle smile.
"I love it," I smile at him, squeezing his hand gently as he leads us to the small glass windows that allows us to see the multitude of pastries.
I hear Harry order us two coffees and two cinnamon rolls before he drags me to the back of the small bakery where many different kinds of candies sat on the shelves. His eyes intently scan the shelves, mouthing the names of the candy before his eyes light up once he finds what he's been looking for.
"Perfect!" He smiles triumphantly before grabbing two small bags of two different types of candy.
"What are those?" I ask him as he once again pulls us to the front of the store, hiding the candy from my view as he pays for everything. An older lady hands me two coffees along with a bag that held our cinnamon rolls, "Thank you," I smile at her right as Harry tugs me by my waist.
Practically stumbling over my own two feet as Harry tugs me outside, I try not to spill the hot liquid that rested in the two cups I held in my hands, "Come on, hurry," Harry says as he pushes me along the narrow sidewalk.
"Would you slow the fuck down?" I snap at him, bringing myself to a halt, "In case you haven't noticed, I'm trying to not spill our coffee."
"Sorry, sorry," he chuckles softly before plucking the coffee from my hands. Pressing a chaste kiss to my cheek, he nudges me forward once again.
I let out a frustrated sigh while a smile tugs at my lips, following wherever Harry was leading me and trusting that he knew where he was going. During this small amount of chaos happening, I was sneaking in small peaks of the other tiny shops that lined both sides of the street. Everything just seemed so cozy and homelike.
It was so easy to picture a younger Harry wandering the streets with a small journal in his hand as his eyes searched for something new to draw. I could imagine the light coming to his eyes once he had found his new muse for the day, the pencil in his hand causing the image to come alive on the blank piece of paper. The thought alone instantly warmed my heart.
"Okay we're going to go down this little trail. Try not to trip," Harry explains to me once we round a corner, trees stretching out in front of us with a small overgrown trail making its way down the middle.
"Are you fucking seri-" I don't get a chance to finish my sentence as Harry takes off walking through the trail, leaving me behind as I stare after him with my mouth hanging open. "I guess you are."
Clutching the bag that held our cinnamon rolls in it to my chest, I eagerly start walking the path Harry had taken while making sure I never let him leave my line of sight.
There better not be any spiders or snakes.
Leaves and stray branches scratch my face and slightly exposed ankles while the subtle hint of tree sap and the last remnants of morning dew tickles my nose. Birds sing their songs as I hear squirrels scampering about in the trees that loomed over our heads, the slight commotion causing the last of the leaves to fall from the trees and land on the ground. Tangerine, marigold, and amber leaves covered the ground and brought the forest to life as the sunlight filtered through the branches of the trees. While there was still a majority of green, it was all slowly fading to those beautiful shades of orange and yellow.
"We're almost there," Harry calls to me from over his shoulder, shimmying his waist a bit as he lets out an excited giggle.
"You goofball," I giggle, noticing the way his chocolate brown curls mixed in perfectly with the green and auburn hues of fall.
After a few more moments of walking, Harry abruptly stops and turns to look at me, "Okay. Come to me and place your hands on my waist," I do as he says while keeping the bag tied securely around my wrist, "Now close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to do so."
I grin at him before closing my eyes, feeling my eyelashes graze the top of my cheekbones. My fingers grip tightly onto the material of his coat while he walks backwards. The ground beneath me becomes more leveled out and less bumpy as a slight breeze tickles my skin and blows the stray strands of hair away from my face.
"Keep them closed," he speaks softly. I bite my bottom lip with anticipation as he suddenly stops once again, "I'm going to step away from you for a second but don't open your eyes just yet. I'll tell you when. Okay?"
"Okay," I breathe out and feel the material of his coat slip out from beneath my fingertips, the breeze now completely washing over my entire body. He takes the bag away from me and I hear the leaves crunch underneath his shoes as he walks away from me.
Seconds later I feel him take my hands in his. Soft, chilly lips graze mine and I instantly shiver at the unexpected but welcomed contact. The tip of his nose dances across my cheek as soft curls tickle my forehead. I feel myself rise to the balls of my feet then to my tiptoes, pressing my lips gently against his while our hands remain intertwined together at our sides.
My heart races as the taste of his lips hits the tip of my tongue. He tasted exactly like fall. Crisp, chilly air and that spark in the air that drew you in as soon as the taste hit your tongue. He tasted like happiness and peppermint...that small hint of the auburn leaves mingling with sugar perfectly combining everything together.
"Open your eyes," he breathes against my lips.
My eyes flutter open and I'm met with viridescent eyes twinkling like the stars, small specks of golden honey and nutmeg sprinkled delicately amongst the sea of sage and emerald. Caramel freckles scatter themselves across his soft skin, making constellations only I wanted to be able to find and connect the dots.
"So beautiful," I sigh dreamily and watch as his cherry lips curl upwards into a smile.
"I didn't bring you here for you to only stare at me, Flower," he laughs before stepping slightly to the side, "Look at this."
A meadow with slowly dying flowers and greenery filled the small opening in front of me. Purple and white flowers still refused to whither out completely as they continued to bring color to the beautiful meadow. It was almost as if Harry had taken me into a different dimension as we entered a world of our own. And while it was rather unkempt and overgrown with weeds, it was still absolutely breathtaking.
"It's normally more colorful and less wild looking than this," Harry explains, "but I used to come here and just look up at the sky while the petals tickled my skin and the sweet aroma of flowers filled the air. To me...this was my little getaway when the world was becoming too much," he then turns to face me, "Where the flowers would become my own little paradise."
Within an instant I had tackled him to the ground, entangling our limbs and burying my face into the crook of his neck. His chest vibrated with laughter as he wound his arms tightly around me, pulling me even closer to him as we lied on the ground.
"You're amazing, Capolavoro," I whisper, my lips brushing the skin of his neck.
"And you thought I just called you Flower because you smell like flowers," he chuckles, "There are so many reasons why I call you Flower. Too many different meanings and too much significance for it to just be the way you smell."
I pull my head away from the crook of his neck and rest my cheek against the grassy floor, feeling the tips of the grass and remnants of morning dew embedding itself into my skin. Gazing at Harry as the grass and tiny flowers caressed his cheek, I felt a certain type of warmth spread itself through my body from head-to-toe. It was the type of warmth that I recognized to be love and happiness, and it was something that never failed to happen whenever I was around Harry.
Harry brings his hand up to trace the shape of my lips - the tips of his fingers just barely touching me as his green eyes followed his actions. "I love you," he whispers.
"I love you," I repeat back to him and watch as a smile grows on his face.
"Ready to have your mind blown again?" He asks me eagerly while sitting up, pulling me with him.
"Bring it on," I laugh softly, watching him as he gets up and grabs everything we had brought with us.
He hands me my cup of coffee along with the small box the cinnamon roll had been stored in. Situating himself between my legs, he looks at me with expectant eyes, "Well, go on. Take a bite."
He watches me intently as I cut off a piece with my fork and bring the sweet treat up to my lips. Once the first taste of cinnamon and icing hits my tongue, I instantly widen my eyes in surprise before letting out a small moan, "Holy shit. This is delicious," I gasp.
"I know, right? I haven't had one of these in ages but they're always so irresistibly good."
I giggle softly at his reaction as he takes a bite out of his own and rolls his eyes to the back of his head. Shifting closer to him as I wrap my calves around his waist, I balance the container on my knee as we both continue to enjoy our concoction of coffee and cinnamon rolls.
Our laughter and random conversations mingled in with the singing birds and soft breeze. Neither of us cared what time it was or how loud we were being while we enjoyed being in each other's company.
"You're in for a treat tonight as well," Harry speaks up once we finish our food, "I'm fixing beef wellington for dinner before we leave for the airport."
"Oh, really? You can barely fix spaghetti...how are you going to fix beef wellington?" I tease him, recalling that second night we had spent time together.
Harry laughs as he shakes his head, "Hey, now. I only burned everything because I was too busy staring at you. I can't help you distracted me."
Blush spreads across my face and I feel my heart stutter for a few beats. I hadn't known that he had burned our food because he was staring at me. I had always assumed it was because he's a bad cook.
"Are you afraid I might distract you again tonight?" I ask him as I lean teasingly towards him.
"Mm...maybe," he hums while leaning towards me as well.
I smile before pulling away from him just before our lips connect, "I guess I'll just have to keep my distance then."
"Oh, don't do that. I need someone to make-out with in between checking on things," he pouts slightly and I tilt my head back as I laugh, shoving his chest slightly with my hand.
"Deal. Lets just hope your mom doesn't offer to help."
Harry shakes his head as he chuckles softly, reaching behind him to grab the bag that held the mysterious candy, "You're either going to absolutely hate these or love these. There's no in between."
"Oh?" I tilt my head slightly to the side as he pulls out the two bags of candy.
"Okay, this is a fizz bomb," he holds out a round a tiny red ball, "Open your mouth."
Opening my mouth slightly, I watch him as he brings the candy up to my mouth and I close it once I feel the tiny ball hit my tongue. Instantly, I feel a shock wave of sourness mixed with cherry fill my mouth, my face contorting into one of surprise and betrayal.
"Harry! What the hell?!" I gasp as I stick the candy into the corner of my mouth, feeling my eyes tear up, "You asshole! You could have warned me it was sour!"
Harry falls backward onto his back as he clutches his stomach, laughter flowing freely from his lips. I smack his stomach while I still try to adjust to the intense sour taste filling my mouth and coating my tongue.
"God, can I spit it out? You little fucker, I hate you!" I whine as he continues to have a laughing fit, "It tastes like fucking citrus acid."
"Yes. You can spit it out," he manages to wheeze out in between his laughter.
I quickly spit out the disgustingly sour candy, searching for anything that could rid my tongue of the flavor that still had me squeezing my eyes shut and making sour faces, "I'm glad you're enjoying this, dickhead. I'm so going to get you back," I narrow my eyes at him before grabbing his coffee and taking a huge drink from it.
"I wish I would've recorded that. I swear it looked like someone had shot you or something," Harry smiles at me, his eyes shining with tears of happiness while mine shined with tears of betrayal.
"Bleh. Those are worse than warheads," I stick out my tongue while shaking my head.
Harry wipes at his eyes before holding his arms open, offering me a hug, "I'm sorry, baby," he smiles at me.
"No you're not, asshole. You did that on purpose," I roll my eyes while smacking his arms away from me.
"Fine, fine. I did it on purpose," he chuckles while holding his arms out again, "but can I still get a hug, please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No, Harry."
"Baby, please. Give me a hug," Harry pouts while giving me the puppy dog eyes.
I cross my arms in front of my chest, "No, Harry. I'm not giving you a hug."
Before I knew it, Harry was on top of me with his arms wrapped tightly around me, nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck while peppering kisses to my skin. I giggle softly as I cave in to his childish antics, wrapping my arms around him as well while bringing him closer to me.
My incapability of remaining even remotely mad at him always screwed me over in the long run. When it came down to it...there was nothing to remain mad at him about. I mean...how could you say no to a face like that?
"Let me braid your hair again," Harry smiles cheekily at me while resting his chin on my chest - the same position he had done last night.
I nod my head with a smile and he rolls off of me before sitting with his legs crossed underneath him. Laying my head down in his lap, I instantly close my eyes as I feel him rake his fingers through my hair gently.
Every few seconds he would stop to pick a purple flower from the ground around us, weaving it into my hair before continuing on until he decided he wanted to add another one. Humming an unfamiliar song underneath his breath, I felt myself slowly drifting off to sleep. With the background noises of Harry's melodic humming and the singing birds filling my head and ringing in my ears, everything fell into place as I felt myself drifting off into my own paradise like Harry had described.
A place I could go to when the world was becoming too much. Where the petals tickled my skin and the sweet aroma of flowers filled the air. A little getaway to my own private paradise.
Harry had become my paradise, rather it was intentional or not. He was the the place I could go to when the world was becoming too much. Where his soft curls tickled my skin and his jasmine scent filled the air. The touch of his lips to my own acting as a little getaway to my own private paradise.
I wasn't sure how long I slept for or how long we had stayed at this special little meadow of ours. All I know is when I woke up, Harry's legs were now splayed out in front of him as he laid on his back with my head still in his lap and his hands resting behind his head. The sun was now sinking lower in the sky but not low enough to hint that it was past four in the afternoon.
Sitting up to look at Harry's face, a smile forms on my lips once I see that he had fallen asleep as well. I shift my body to where I was now lying on top of him, resting my head on his chest. He wraps his arms around me, humming softly before falling back to sleep.
"Baby, we should be leaving soon," I speak softly, wishing I didn't have to wake him up and end our magical time here at the meadow.
"Why," he hums, a small yawn sneaking its way past his lips.
"It's getting late and we need to head back to your mom's house and fix dinner so we can be on time for our flight."
He lets out a heavy sigh, bringing his hands up to rub sleepily at his eyes. I sit up to where I'm straddling his waist and reach my hand forward to run my fingers through his hair, smiling at him once he opens his eyes to look at me, "Hello, gorgeous. Ready to make-out with me in the kitchen?" I grin cheekily at him.
His face instantly brightens as a grin forms on his lips, "Ready as I'll ever be."
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It took us almost over an hour to finally make it back to his mother's house.
We had to stop at the grocery store...which led to us making out in the drivers seat of his car and in a few empty aisles of the store.
"Harry...we have to go," I breathe against his lips as I sat in his lap, the steering wheel pressing sharply against my back.
"Five...more...minutes," he says heavily in between kisses, sliding his hands underneath my sweater.
And now we were sat outside of his mother's house. We were still in his car as the windows started fogging up from our body heat. I rolled my hips against him and heard his sharp intake of breath, a throaty moan falling from his mouth into mine.
Purple flowers and braids still remained in my hair and Harry's lips still tasted like autumn leaves with just a hint of sweetness from the cinnamon roll still lingering on his lips.
"Okay, baby. That's enough before they get suspicious and come outside," I sigh, opening the drivers door and climbing off of his lap.
He groans in frustration but follows suit, helping me grab the groceries from the trunk and stumbling our way towards the front door. Stealing one last lingering kiss before pushing the door open, we're greeted with warmth and laughter coming from the kitchen.
"One more kiss?" Harry spins on his heel to face me right before we enter the kitchen, sending me a cheeky smile.
I laugh softly before standing on my tiptoes to press my lips against his, the groceries in our hands preventing us from being able to get any closer. Pushing him away from me gently and nudging him towards the kitchen, I look down into the grocery bags before running straight into his back, almost stumbling backwards from the impact.
"Harry? Why'd you stop?" I ask him, seeing him frozen in the doorway and the groceries slip from his hands.
The laughter and conversation coming from the kitchen halts and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, wondering why Harry was acting so weird and everything got so silent all of a sudden.
"Harry, what are you doing?" I nudge him slightly, trying to get past him and make it into the kitchen. Once I finally do, I turn around to look at his face, seeing his eyes wide with shock as his mouth hangs slightly open, "Baby, what's wrong?" I ask before turning around to see what he was staring at.
The things in my hands immediately fall to the floor as my face imitates Harry's.
No fucking way.
"Harry?"
No fucking way in hell this is happening.
"Harry, what are you doing here?"
"What the actual fuck?" I breathe out underneath my breath.
"Maria."
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EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU FLEETWOOD MAC FOR HELPING ME WRITE THIS CHAPTER!!
~Alex