Auld Lang Syne

"Edward sucked at the bonding mark on Harry's chest relishing the rush of ecstasy that reverberated through their bond. "You're mine, Hazza. All mine; and I'm yours." Edward whispered, pushing back Harry's sweaty fringe to kiss the damp skin of his forehead."

or, Harry and Edward spend New Year's Eve in Rome. Little does Harry know this may be their last.

Part of "Maybe I Miss You" but can also be read as a stand alone fic.