Paris In The Rain [h.s]

12

AN: I love you all so so much and just know that you make me happy when you read my book.

~Alex

●●●●●

Ocean water lapped at our feet but we didn't pay any attention, our focus on the one standing right in front of us. Our lips were red and swollen as two pairs of green irises stared at each other, so many emotions running through our eyes. It was the one time I could tell what Harry was thinking, his eyes telling me everything I needed to know as he let his guard down, completely opening up to me in that moment. Rosy cheeks and noses hovered close together, soft breaths mixing with each others before slipping away into the night air.

Long eyelashes rested on his cheekbones as Harry closed his eyes once more, slowly leaning forward before resting his lips on mine, that same heavenly feeling washing over me. It was like the world stopped spinning as we kissed, everything coming to halt and starting back up again once our lips were no longer touching. His fingertips pressed into my skin as he held my face in his hands. The same hands he used to create art, painting a canvas, or drawing in a notebook that people would later on get to see become masterpieces.

Harry's soft lips glistened, outshining the multitude of stars above us, none of them standing a chance. I watched as he took in every detail of my face, his eyes flicking back and forth as they traveled over every inch, not once letting his gaze falter, "You're so beautiful, Aurora," he whispers, pressing soft kisses to my cheeks and nose. I close my eyes, relishing every touch I received, pulling him closer to me, "So, so beautiful."

Shivers run down my spine and goosebumps involuntarily rise on my skin, my senses heightening with every small touch and every soft breath that he did, my hands wrapping themselves tighter around his chocolate brown curls. My body completely gives into Harry as he runs his hands down my sides, his warmth radiating through the thin fabric of my shirt, letting my fingers travel down his back. Every kiss was just as heavenly as the first one, every touch molding itself into my skin permanently. I hadn't known what living was for until now, my life finally having meaning now that I had felt his sweet lips on mine, the warmth of his touch seeping into my bones.

Harry starts walking backward, taking my body into his arms as he lays us down on the soft sand, still warm from the heat of the sun. His body presses into mine as we lay there, our lips molding together in the most perfect way while our hands roamed over each other's skin. My skin burns as he runs his fingers over the smooth skin on my stomach, my breath hitching in my throat, his curls tickling my forehead. His heart beats faster against my chest as my hands slip under his shirt, softly letting my fingertips travel over his skin in the most delicate way.

"Harry," I whisper his name while he places warm kisses to my neck. He looks at me as I cup his cheek in my hand, closing his eyes as he leans into my touch, his red lips slightly parted as his chest rises and falls heavily.

"Aurora," he whispers back, opening his eyes once again to stare at me with so much passion. At the sound of my name leaving his lips, I pull him down to me by the collar of his shirt, connecting his sweet lips to mine. Now I knew for sure that what I was feeling definitely wasn't infatuation. It was, in fact, love and boy was I screwed.

●●●●●

I woke up in Harry's arms again that morning, the smell of jasmine and ocean water in the air, rain softly hitting the windows as the dark clouds loomed overhead. "Looks like our plans for today are ruined," Harry sighs, noticing that I was awake. I hum at his words, snuggling my head deeper into his chest, causing a small chuckle to vibrate through Harry's chest. He absentmindedly twirls a strand of my hair between his fingers, letting his other hand trace small circles on my back that sent small shivers down my spine.