They're in Paris now, the city of love and romance and Aurelia's beyond excited, probably the most excited that she's been since they began running down her bucket list.

Harry grins as she excitedly speaks about their planned trip to the Eiffel Tower later in the night. If her words don't say it for her, her expression certainly does.

They sleep in for a good portion of the day, but that's alright because Aurelia would rather be rested and be out in the city at night because the air is cooler and it looks much prettier. She brings Harry to this incredibly fancy restaurant for a late lunch.

It's a little shocking to him because they dressed for a casual day out and they look incredibly out of place in that nice restaurant. After a while the shock fades though because Aurelia realizes that she doesn't really like French food.

She tries her best not to make faces while she finishes her food, but it's hard because she's never had anything like this before and it just doesn't taste right on her tongue. Harry laughs and casually takes forkfuls of her food every now and then to save her taste buds.

He teases her about it for a good portion of the day and she almost pushes him into the river once because he was being cheeky and pinched her backside while they were walking.

They buy some things for dinner from a local marketplace and some things from some cute little shops for souvenirs. Aurelia ends up making Harry get in the river anyway because she wants to take a ride on one of the Gondolas.

"So, was this your plan the whole time? To wine and dine me and charm me until I kiss you on top of the Eiffel tower?"

Aurelia smiles to herself as she leans into Harry and listens to the sounds of the city, "Something along those lines. If I was daring enough, I would wine and dine you again and try to get you in bed with me. But I'm not that bold yet, so that will have to wait until another time."

Harry shakes his head, his smile is leaning towards the left and his dimples are deep in his cheeks, "I'm starting to think that you just like being a tease."

Aurelia grins, "That's true too."

"Does that mean that we're drinking tonight?"

The drinking age is different here and they're both allowed to drink. Aurelia's not entirely sure how she'll act when she drinks, but she does want to try some wine while they're at dinner. Hardcore drinking is out of the question, but drinks are definitely in order.

"Yes it does. Although, I do have to warn you that I've never had a drink before and I'm not sure that I won't be a lightweight because my mother most definitely is and my father isn't."

Harry laughs, "Well, if you are I won't judge you because I certainly am."

Aurelia doesn't believe him and shakes her head, "No way. You are not a lightweight."

Harry bites his cheek and swipes his tongue over his teeth. It's embarrassing to admit, especially because he's not sure if the guy that's moving the boat understands English or not. Aurelia surprised him again earlier by talking to him in French like she'd been living there for her entire life.

"I am. I swear. If you don't believe me, fine. You'll find out the hard way when we start drinking."

Aurelia laughs loudly and Harry's shy smile perks up around the edges. "Tonight looks like it's gonna be good then. Don't worry, I don't plan on ruining your kissing skills before we make it to the Eiffel Tower."

The Gondolier chuckles at this notion and that's how Harry knows that he understands English. He's a little embarrassed, but hey, it is who he is and Aurelia doesn't care so it doesn't matter.

Aurelia scoots a little closer to him and he notices that she's shivering. It's cold outside, but it's nothing that he isn't used too, but Aurelia isn't from England. Where she lives it isn't as cold or cold for such a long period of time and now that he thinks about it, he doesn't think that he put her in clothes that were thick enough to keep her warm.

He takes her hand in a small attempt to warm her up a little bit, "Sorry, I forgot that you aren't used to the cold like I am. After this, we'll drop off our things and change before heading over to the Eiffel Tower, sound good?"

Aurelia nods with a smile on her lips, "Very good. Thank you."

By the time they finally make it off the Gondola, the lights have come on and the stars are out. Aurelia's in love with the atmosphere that she knows is there even though there are tons of people out now.

Walking instead of sitting in place warms her up quite a bit, but she's still cold and she leans into Harry as they walk back to their hotel. He's holding her hand it she can't hide the smile on her face because there's no denying that they're more than friends now.

Everything they do is very romantic at this point, especially now that they're in the city of love. Aurelia's done trying to really push any feelings away at this point and she's soaking up all of the attention that Harry's giving her.

The walk to their hotel takes a lot longer than it should have because Harry gets lost and tries to ask people where they're going in English which doesn't make them too happy. Aurelia ends up asking in French and getting directions because she feels like a popsicle and she knows that they've basically been walking in circles.

Harry wraps her in a blanket as he digs through her suitcase to find something warmer for her to wear. She's brought a good variety of clothes so it takes him a little while to find something that will actually keep her warm.

He eventually settles on a sweater and one of her red coats because she likes red and he likes how she looks in it. Once she dresses though, he starts to question himself.

"It's getting colder; do you think that's warm enough for you?"

Aurelia laughs, "I have no idea. I can't really see what you picked out. It feels warm, but we are indoors right now. Do you think I'll be okay, or should you find me another coat?"

Harry wears a smile as he sighs because he knows that he needs to give her the other coat no matter how much he likes the red one. He helps her out of her coat and into the black one that's considerably heavier before taking her hand and starting their journey to the famous Eiffel Tower.

"If you get cold, just let me know and I'll give you my coat."

Aurelia smiles and leans into Harry as they walk down the nearly crowded streets, "Don't there is no need. You're literally like a walking space heater."

And it's true. Harry's got this weird heating capability that never seems to go away. It's really great right now though because she's cold and there's actually a need for it.

Harry laughs quite loudly, "I am not! My body is average temperature, thank you very much!"

"That may be so, but you're still a walking space heater. But you're a very cuddly space heater, so that's a very good thing."

Harry grins because she's just called him cuddly, "Am I cute too?"

Aurelia laughs and walks a little closer to him, "I don't know, you tell me."

"In that case, I'm very cute."

Aurelia's smile nearly outshines the street lamps and lit up buildings that they walk by, "Well, you certainly act like a cutie, so I will trust you on that one."

The Eiffel Tower comes into view and Harry takes the opportunity to let her know and build up her excitement again, "Since I absolutely adore seeing you so excited, I'd like to let you know that we are very close right now. Almost there, actually."

Aurelia beams and nearly jumps up and down because she's been dreaming of this since she was a little girl, "How does it look!?"

Harry glances up, "Tall, very tall. It's massive and lit up so nicely, like little twinkly stars are attached to every beam. It's very pretty, but still not as pretty as you are."

Aurelia's cheeks flush. She loves it when he randomly compliments her like that, especially when comparing her to some of the most beautiful pieces of architecture in the world. "I like it when you say things like that."

Harry smiles down at her, his dimples deep in his cheeks, "It's the truth. Are you ready for the ride up?"

Aurelia is literally on the verge of jumping up and down like she's a child again and her mother has just told her that she can get whatever candy she wants in the store.

"Yes! You literally have no idea!"

Harry grins because she's so cute. "You're right, I don't. I'm glad to see you so happy though."

Aurelia continues to lean into him as they stand in the quaint little elevator and slowly ascend the massive work of art.

"I'm always happy with you. Especially now that I get to kiss you again."

He leans down and kisses her cheek, "I can say the same to you, Miss Aurelia."

Harry's smile is always bright around her, but this time it can't compare as the elevator rises torturously slowly. Aurelia looks like she's about to explode with joy, "Oh, I can't wait! I've wanted to be up here since I was a little girl."

"I'll try my very best to paint a picture for you when we reach the top."

Aurelia closes her eyes and pretends like she's floating, "Thank you so much for doing all of this. You're really helping so much and I really value everything that you do. Especially your kisses, I like those very much."

Harry kisses her cheek again, "That's very good to hear. Are you ready?"

The elevator doors open and the cool air washes over them. Aurelia shivers and clings to Harry which has him smiling even wider, if that's even possible. He knows that his dimples probably look like craters, but he honestly doesn't care. All he cares about is the beautiful blind girl that just wants to live out her dreams before it's too late.

Aurelia rushes him to the edge and closes her eyes as the breeze fans her face, "It feels so good just to be up here! What does it look like!?"

Harry resists the urge to hold her from behind and kiss her cheek and he stands beside her, admiring the view and trying his best to find the right words for her sake.

"Spectacular. It's aptly named the City of Lights. When you look out, it's this intricately woven sea of lights, some constant and others moving or even blinking. It's literally a vast sea of light, transfixing and brilliant, not missing a single beat as it sucks up every ounce of your attention and throws it back at you in large waves of wonder."

Aurelia stands with her eyes closed, picturing everything that he described in her mind as a smile overtakes her face and sends Harry's heartbeat racing at a thousand miles a minute.

"Kiss me."

Harry smiles and pulls her to him so that her hands are on his chest and his hands are on her waist, "Is my ban finally lifted?"

Aurelia laughs and places her hands around his neck, "Yes it is."

He thinks back to what she told him a few days ago about how she'd like to be kissed. He already knows that he can give her what he wants because he's done it already, but this time he wants to make sure that it's extra special because this is where she wanted to have her first kiss, not on the London Eye.

Another moment passes before he leans down and presses his lips to hers in the most delicate way that he can. Again, her heart is pounding in her chest and his is no different. That first kiss was absolutely perfect and they've both been dying to kiss again since then.

This kiss isn't any less perfect and again, Aurelia finds herself melting into his touch. He gives the kiss a moment to breathe like she asked and his lips are hovering just above hers, leaving barely any space between them.

They're far too absorbed in each other and nothing else really seems to matter. Harry eliminates the space between them again and kisses her with much more pressure and all of the passion that he's been holding onto for so long.

The butterflies in her stomach are going crazy as her fingers get lost in his mess of curly hair and his hands pull her impossibly closer. He's given her exactly what she wanted and she's happily swimming in his affection.

Harry wants to drown in the very essence of her and he doesn't care how much she's going to break his heart when she's gone, he only cares about who she is now and just how deeply he cares for her.

Neither of them had really intended to, essentially, make out, but it happens anyway and when they finally break apart they're both breathless and nearly speechless.

Harry's the first to speak, "Did I do okay?"

Aurelia laughs, "Exceedingly well."

He leans down and gives her a quick peck, "Good because you deserve the best."

Aurelia's smile greatly surpasses the bright lights of the city below and Harry's never felt so strongly for another human being in his entire life. "You're so good to me."

Harry's smile nearly matches her as he leans down so that their foreheads are touching and their noses are brushing against one another, "Mind if I kiss you again?"

Aurelia tilts her head so that their lips are now ghosting against one another, "Please."

They share a few more kisses before heading back out into the city to grab some dinner. This time Aurelia sticks to food that she's more comfortable with and the funny faces don't make an appearance until she's had her first taste of white wine.

After dinner she decides that she wants to try out a bar and some other drinks and it doesn't take very long until they're both stumbling around in the streets and laughing at nothing. Harry's still useless with directions so Aurelia has to ask someone and it takes them a whopping hour to make it back to their hotel.

Harry's telling her that she's cute and that she drives him absolutely crazy and Aurelia's giggling and telling him to hurry up and open the door because her feet hurt and she wants to lay down in the soft bed.

They barely make it through the door before Harry's kissing her and leading her to the bed. Aurelia's a mess of giggles as his hands move up her sides and he places sloppy kisses all over her face.

She's drunk, but she knows that he won't take advantage of her and she thinks that he's being incredibly cute right now. He starts to tickle her between kisses and she's flailing around and laughing loud enough for their neighbors to hate them.

Aurelia can hardly get any words out between kisses and tickles, but eventually Harry stops and she can finally breathe.

"You're good at this."

Harry pulls back and gives her a confused look even though he knows that she can't see it, "Good at what? Tickling?"

A loud laugh passes her lips as her hands push at his chest, "No! Making me fall for you. And kissing. You're very good at kissing."

Harry grins and leans in to kiss her again, "So are you, lovely."

Her hands are playing with his hair and there's a soft smile on her lips, "I'm sleepy."

Harry smiles at her fondly and rolls off of her so that he's lying beside her. He opens his arms and mumbles, "Then c'mere."

Aurelia quickly cuddles up to his side, tangling her legs with his and burying her face in his neck. It's quiet for a moment and Harry's just closed his eyes when she holds him a little tighter and mumbles, "Please don't leave me."

His arms tighten around her and he kisses the top of her head, "Never."