SPACES [Editing]

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THIS IS PROBABLY THE LONGEST CHAPTER I'VE WRITTEN AND I HAVEN'T DONE MY FINAL EDITING SO BEAR WITH ME OK.

Also-- I know I said I'll be posting 2-3 chapters but you're gonna have to wait for them (probably uploading later or tomorrow) bc I'm editing.

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Louis Tomlinson

We're freezing. It's much colder in the Piazza than we expected, but Harry surprisingly brought us coats to wear during times like these.

"I don't get it," I told him while he lifted the other side of the coat behind me so I could get my arm in. "How you even managed to even grab these when I was rushing you earlier."

"I figured it was the right thing to do, you know? Since you're only wearing that thin sweater. And besides, I know that if I don't, you'll be cold and you're going to be sprawled out all over me. We don't want to make your admirers jealous, do we?" He laughed as I held my hands out in front of him. He slipped one glove in, and then another.

Truth is, I don't even care about these girls at all. Sure, they're fit, but I got everything that I need right beside me.

"Let them be," I wrapped my arm around his waist and leaned in to kiss his dimpled cheek. "I'm not interested."

We watched people as they walked around. There were all types of people: children, teens, adults, much older folk. There are also professionals, street painters, musicians, and more tourists. There were stalls around the area that sells different types of things: fruits, flowers, bread to feed the birds with, and souvenirs.

"Stay here, love. I'll be back." I quickly kissed Harry's cheek before running to the flower stall at the other side of the square. There were several types of flowers around it, but the roses got my attention because roses remind me of Harry. Always. And no matter how cliche it might sound, he'd always be my rose.

"A bouquet, please." I asked the old man who was smiling brightly at me. He picked up the prettiest ones with his gloved hands, and then cut the thorns out from them. He was doing it so quickly like he was so used to it.

"Excuse me sir, but can I ask you something?" I spoke out which made him look up at me and nod with a smile. "How long have you been selling flowers for a living?"

I tried speaking slowly because I didn't know if he was that good at speaking English but then he spoke and I found out that he was, and I was grateful for that.

"My mother was a florist so I've been doing this for a while now," he answered, moving towards the pile of wrappers and gesturing me to choose one. I picked the white one and he pointed at the ribbons. I examined them for a while before deciding on getting the thick black one.

"I've been in the flower business for twenty years now, carrying on what my mother has left me when she passed away. I never got to marry, but it brings me a lot of joy to see how many relationships I have helped build and rebuild with these." He wrapped the flowers so they looked elegant, making swift movements and making sure that the bouquet was perfect before handing it to me with a warm look on his face.

"I'm glad you're happy. And I'm glad there are people like you." I said, paying him and giving a little extra tip for it and he thanks me silently with another smile.