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Grace

There's something about the hustle and bustle of New York that makes me feel safe. It should be the opposite honestly, but being surrounded by so many people who have no idea who I am makes me feel so invisible and safe. The tall buildings, the big crowds. This is the part of New York I like. Even though tourists could kiss my fucking ass.

Elias and Katie met up with us, looking pretty dressed up to be honest. Maybe there is a chance we're getting into Mastro's after all. I do not want to know what that bill's gonna look like though. We are definitely going to have to split it up between us, I can't let Elias pay for that himself.

Walking around the city while we waste time just reminds me of walking through all those cities the past three weeks. Maybe I still have my tourist hat on, but I just feel like I need to be taking pictures or something. But what am I gonna do with a picture of the Godiva on the corner of 50th and 7th?

Holly and I walk behind Eli and Katie, wrapped up in a conversation about me getting a tattoo. She keeps reminding me how much of a baby I am when it comes to pain and how I would probably pass out getting a tattoo. She's right too, I would totally pass out, no matter how small it is, but that doesn't mean I don't want one. Maybe in the future, or when I'm drunk.

We turn onto 52nd St, walking toward 6th Ave to go to Mastro's. Holly calls my attention, showing me on her phone some pictures she took of Harry and I on the trip. I smile, loving when she shows me all the secret pictures she took. I found a lot on the camera too this afternoon while I was going through it.

As I'm pointing to a cute picture of Harry spinning me while we were walking in Rome, my body hits what feels like a wall. God, I must be the clumsiest person in the world. Holly lets go of my arm, standing off to the side as I start to apologize to the person I bumped into, not even wanting to look up and embarrass myself more.

"Sorry 'bout that!" A familiar voice says, and my heart just about stops.

He's wearing a nice, black suit. The shirt underneath is just a simple, low neck wifebeater top, his swallow tattoos and cross necklace on display. My pendant is hanging on the chain next to the cross. My eyes reach his face, taking in the sight of him in the beautiful golden light of the setting sun.

His stubble is growing in again, leaving a shadow across his jaw and upper lip. He has the biggest smile on his face, showing his dimples and those two little bunny teeth. His hair is perfectly styled, some curls falling over into his face. And his beautiful green eyes are staring right into mine.

I'm hallucinating. That has to be the answer. There is no way Harry is standing in front of me right now.

"Hello? Earth to Gracie!" He teases, waving his hand in front of my face. As I snap out of my trance I could hear Holly, Elias, and Katie all laughing off to the side.

I bumped into Harry. Holy shit.

At a loss for words, I just throw my arms around him in a tight hug, already feeling tears forming in my eyes. Thank god my mascara is waterproof. His arms wrap around my waist and he lifts me up off the floor, kissing my cheek. After the third kiss to my cheek, I finally turn my head, catching his lips with mine.

It's really him.

He pulls away first, leaning his forehead against mine as he holds me, not caring about who may pass by or take pictures. It's just the two of us, forever.

"I love you so much, dove." he whispers into the small space between us. "I love you so much, pearl." I breathe out, still not believing he's actually here.

He grins wildly, pecking his lips against mine again. "La mia bellissima principessa è tornata tra le mie braccia. Non ti lascerò mai andare amore mio." he mumbles between his smile.