Paris In The Rain [h.s]

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AN: A really bad nightmare that I had inspired the beginning of this chapter. This isn't what happened in my nightmare, but I couldn't go back to sleep after it.

Also sorry for the short chapter, but it's exactly how I want it. Short and sweet :)

Love you all more than you could possibly imagine.

~Alex

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Salt and water.

Freezing cold waves threatening to drag me down to the unknown depths that lied miles beneath me.

A boat.

It was a rather tiny boat with only enough room for two people, but it could do the job of getting you safely across the raging ocean.

A man.

He was leaning dangerously over the edge of the boat with his hand reaching out for me, a worried expression written all over his face as his lips pronounced the syllables of my name. Although he looked scared out of his mind, the sun seemed to be illuminating the outline of his body, giving him an angelic glow topped off with a halo.

My guardian angel. My miracle sent from Heaven. My knight in shining armor. My Bel Ragazzo. My beautiful boy. My masterpiece. My Capolavoro.

My Harry.

"Aurora!" He shouted at me, desperately trying to grab ahold of my hand that was desperately trying to grab ahold of his.

The waves had other plans though.

Every time our fingertips would just barely graze each others, another wave would come crashing down on me and suck me back down to the darkness of the sea, drowning me with each passing second. The shouts of Harry were muffled by the black water that filled my ears...my nose...my eyes...my lungs. It seemed to be everywhere I wished Harry was at the moment.

"Aurora, take my hand!" Harry cries out as I resurface again, coughing water out of my lungs and fighting to keep myself above the waves, "Please, Flower! I need you. You can't drown."

My will to fight was dying and I felt my body start giving into the rhythmic beating of the waves. But I had to fight. I had to fight for Harry. He needed me. I needed him.

With everything that was in me, I reached out and grabbed his hand, feeling his muscles flex as he started to pull me out of the water. Smiles appeared on both of our lips as we realized I was going to be okay. Harry had saved me.