Aurelia [h.s.]

eleven

"New Zealand. What are we going to do today in New Zealand?" Harry speaks cheerfully as he helps Aurelia dress.

Aurelia beams and twists her fingers in her lap as she waits for him to help her with her shirt. "Skydiving!"

Harry pauses, her tank top in his hands, "Skydiving?"

He really isn't a big fan of heights so skydiving is, well, extremely out of his comfort zone. Needless to say, he's already terrified and all they're doing is talking about it. He's imagining his body smacking into the ground and he cringes at the thought.

Aurelia catches the sudden change and the hesitation in his voice. "Right, I forgot that you're afraid of heights. You don't have to come with me if you don't want to, I understand. I'll be with an instructor-or whatever they're called-either way, so I'll be okay."

"How do you know I'm afraid of heights? I never told you that."

Aurelia smiles softly. He pays a lot of attention to her, but it's clear that he doesn't think she pays that much attention to him. She knows a lot more than he thinks that she does.

"You didn't have to. I noticed it when we were in the London eye and then at the top of the Eiffel Tower. It's certain changes in demeanor and mannerisms, really. Plus, you kind of gripped my hand like I was the one that was going to fall."

Harry nods slightly and a small smile rises to his lips, "Right. I forgot about stuff like that. You can put your arms up, sorry about that."

Aurelia lifts her arms so he can finally help her with the shirt, only to comment once it's on the proper way, "Are you going to do it with me?"

Harry nearly chokes, his eyes wide and his thoughts graphic. "Um...Aurelia..."

Her glasses aren't on yet and she noticeably rolls her eyes, "Don't be such a pervert, oh my God. I meant skydiving, you moron."

Harry's cheeks flush instantly. He's so embarrassed that he took what she said the wrong way. But in his defense, she wasn't really specific when she said 'do it.'

"I uh...sorry. I don't know why that happened. Sorry."

Aurelia laughs because it's funny how embarrassed that he is, "Don't worry about it, it happens. But are you going to go skydiving with me or not?"

He really dislikes the idea of being so high in the air and then jumping, but he finds himself saying, "Yes, I told you that I would help you run down your bucket list and that is what I'm going to do. Even if I'm absolutely terrified the entire time."

Aurelia's happiness is worth more than the world to him and he isn't going to dim it just because he's afraid. That, and he isn't willing to let her think that he's a coward.

Her previous excitement returns, "Please stop tying my shoes and let me kiss you."

Harry's cheeks flush again as he does as she asked, "Okay, you can kiss me now."

Aurelia beams as she leans forward and presses her lips to his softly. She absolutely adores the way that his lips mold with hers and how he doesn't press her to make the kiss different unless he knows that she wants it. And she loves how he seems to breathe her in every time that they kiss, how his hands feel on her waist, and how warm he is every time that he pulls her closer.

She loves the kisses that they share and often times she's the one telling him to come closer so that she can kiss him. And Harry loves how she does that because he doesn't feel like he's crazy for wanting to kiss her pretty much every second of every day.

Aurelia has become his oxygen and he's become her life support, each one depends on the other without really trying to.

Aurelia smiles softly as she pulls away, her cheeks a nice rosy color. "Okay, you can resume your shoe tying now."