Roman Holiday | h.s

Eleven

Meeting the parents. It can be a scary experience for many. Especially for our Harry, not expecting Anna's parents to be present at the orchard. How will they explain their entanglement?

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"What does one wear to an orchard, m'lady?" Harry asked Anna, still tucked under the covers with Cooper resting contently on his chest, being gently petted by the pair.

"Anything you want really, anything you don't mind getting stained. The orchard is mostly lemons, but we do have berries too." She told Harry, snuggling closer to him and resting her head on his shoulder. Cooper didn't like it though, he got jealous because Harry stopped petting him and wrapped his arm around Anna, so he batted her head with his paw.

"Hey, Mr Coop." She spoke in a warning tone which made the cat lower its paw and purr contently, accepting the head rub from her.

"He's a bit of a jelly belly, isn't he." Harry commented with a chuckle, giving his tummy a little rub.

"He is, which is odd. He's not really a people cat." Anna replied with a bit of a surprised tone, he didn't even really like Amelia - they just tolerated each other.

"Might be cause I smell like you." Harry suggested, he had used her body wash and shampoo the night before and laid all night tangled up with her body and her sheets. All of which smelled like sweet violets. Intoxicating.

"Very good point there." She pondered, before hopping up and opening her wardrobe. She pulled a top out which crossed over her chest in a halter neck design, but scooped her breasts upward to give them a lift. Paired with that top were Anna's orchard jeans which were covered in patches of colour - stained by the berries. She quickly got changed and returned to the room to see Harry holding up a pale linen shirt and some flared blue jeans.

"Perfect outfit, my girasole." She commented, sitting down at her dressing table to do her hair and makeup.

"Thanks, darling."

Harry and Anna both got ready and then left to go to the orchard in Harry's car. Harry had hired this car just for when he was in Italy, a pastel blue convertible so he could cruise around the streets in Rome with the wind in his hair. Anna's family owned two orchards, one in Rome where Anna was based and one in Verona where they were based. Anna and Harry were headed to the Rome Orchard.

When they arrived, they buzzed into the gates and pulled up on the stoney drive. When they got out, Anna led the way, using her key to let her into the house on the land.

"Want a drink?" She asked Harry, who nodded, making them both a glass of water. She had packed a picnic for them to eat in her favourite clearing later on in the day, which she left on the counter.

"I'll grab a basket for us," Anna told Harry as she led him through to the back of the house where they were before they walked through the fields.

Adorning the fields were rows of trees and bushes, filled with fruits. Anna and Harry walked hand in hand down the first row where some of the lemons were hanging from the tree. They picked them together and when it got to the taller ones, Harry offered for Anna to climb on his back to reach.

They had the most relaxed, peaceful time at the orchard. Laughing, having fun, getting covered in berries. They had settled on the grass in Anna's favourite clearing at the orchard which was lined with sunflowers and daisies to have their picnic.