Paris In The Rain [h.s]

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(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.