I glance up to meet his intense stare to my reaction to his gift. Running my finger along the gold length and the raised etching of the '21' that sits proudly in the middle. 

"I have always dreamed of having a charm bracelet. I love it, thank you."  I enthuse gratefully.

He leans in close for a kiss. "Each space holds a charm link that slides on and when it's full it will sit flat on your wrist."

"Wow, like small tiles, it's so unique. I can collect different charms to put on it."  I reply in awe of his present.

"Umm, not exactly collect the charm links no. This bracelet is a special one-off order," he says humbly as he reaches into his jacket pocket to hand me an envelope.

I stare at him in disbelief then as I go to accept it, he moves it. Each time I attempt to grasp it he darts it left and right, up and down, making me laugh uncontrollably as I fail miserably to grab it.  Finally, I grip his sleeve and it is in my hand.  My thumb feels around to find the opening because right now I can only continue to beam at him.

"You are being very mysterious but I like it." I flirt my eyelashes at him.

He side smirks knowingly. "Every time you have an envelope in your hands you have to kiss me."

I purse my lips in contemplation. "I think I can just about manage that. I mean I don't give kisses away cheaply." I shrug one shoulder up in denial. "But as it's you, I'll make an exception."

He snorts out loud. "You could have fooled me. Only when you are drunk if I recall and looking for frogs!" He spouts.

"Yes ok but if you remember rightly, I kissed a frog that night and he turned into my Prince so there." I poke my tongue out and look indignantly amused.

He cups my cheeks and pulls me towards him to kiss me again. "Yes you did, Beautiful."

I pull out of the envelope a pretty art-deco design card with Harry's handwriting on it.  "Aha, it's another rhyme.  I love these."

"Couldn't sleep thinking about you on my LA to London flight so I had ten hours to kill!" He confesses truthfully.

"A birthday treasure hunt with prizes to be found. The clues are in this garden hidden all around. I have your first so please don't delay. Solve it to get more clues and charms for your 21st birthday!" I read out with excitement.

He passes me another envelope. I look from the envelope to his adoring eyes then back again. As I go to open it he clears his throat. His finger points at his puckered lips and I plant a swift smacker on them before reading the clue.

"My eyes, reside here." I ponder the meaning. "My eyes are brown, reside here is head. Brown head. No. Brown orchard."

He guffaws, shaking his head. "Not even close! Remember, I wrote the clue."

"Oh okay. My eyes, green. Reside here, head. Green head. Nooo. Reside. Home. Green home. No. House. Greenhouse!"

I am on my way before Harry can even bat an eyelid. Only his delayed laughter carries behind me.

In the greenhouse I frantically look around.  In all honesty I am not entirely sure what I am looking for other than an envelope.  Harry leans up against the doorframe watching me.

"Where?" I turn around still desperately searching.

He shrugs and taps the side of his nose. "That's for me to know and you to find!"

Discarded terracotta pots are stacked and nearly toppling over the bench. They catch my eye because the top one has the same white and navy spotty ribbon from the gift tied around its rim. I meander over whilst smirking towards Harry.  Inside is a small white box and another envelope.  The detail of the charm is so exquisite with gold etched over silver.  A lily flower.

I bite my bottom lip into my mouth in wonderment. "This is so elegant."

He extends his hand to me. "I hope you like all my designs. Here, I will put them on as we go. Next clue is in the envelope," he mutters nonchalantly whilst fiddling with the small charm attempting to slide it in place.

"You designed these?" I blurt out in shock at his modest statement.

Before he has a chance to answer, I rush towards him and throw my arms around his neck pulling him to me in appreciation. I take him completely unawares but he melts us together anyway. My face buries in the softness of his skin on his neck, fresh from a shave and oozing with his cologne. He holds me tightly and waits until I pull away. When I do it isn't far, just enough to glance at him as I rip the envelope open.

"Where to next I wonder? Apples and Pears. Ah, a bit of Cockney rhyming slang. Stairs!"

In haste, I turn with Harry's hand in mine but he pulls me back. "Forgotten something?"

I appear a bit perplexed before he whips the card out of my hand and waves it around.

I linger for a longer kiss this time. "I see this game has an ulterior motive."

"Not only do I get to watch beautiful you enjoying yourself but I get kisses too. Win win for me," he responds in a blasé fashion.

We reach the elegant staircase in the hallway and hanging over the banister is a lilac bag with the same spotty ribbon for handles. Inside the box is a pretty lighthouse charm, the beam of light etched in gold streaks. There is another envelope and without prompting this time, he is up against the wall enjoying my lusty smooch. My touch runs up his chest, over his shoulders and down over the muscles in his arms, eliciting his arousing hums into my mouth.

I lean against him and read the next clue.  "There are two types of keys, for doors and chords, your charm may be resting where either can be found, select the right one and extras will be abound." I pout in curious thought. "One of two places." I mull over my decision as I gaze at Harry trying to read him.  He cottons onto my way of thinking.

"Don't look at me, my lips are sealed." He smugly zips his thumb and forefinger across his lips.

"I'm going for the piano because you are a musician so that's the obvious choice." I sense a flicker in his eyes. "No wait, perhaps too obvious. I've changed my mind to key hook in the kitchen."

He laughs, crinkling his eyes at the sides. "What are you like? Always go with your initial gut reaction, Beautiful!"

I eyeball him warily. "You could be bluffing."

His sparkling eyes flare wide in an attempt to cover up any giveaway. "Might not be."

"Damn you." I have a determined frown pulled low. "Piano keys, final choice."

I peel my body from his and turn towards the dining room but his hand entwines in mine, halting my steps.  Clasping his arm around my waist, he begins to dance with me. A waltz of sorts carries us to our destination, accompanied by his sensual lull of an unknown melody in my ear.

In the dining room we sit side by side on the stool staring at the piano lid that is closed.

"There's still time to change your mind," he jests wittingly and bumps my shoulder.

"Stop it, you are not being fair trying to sway me." I moan swatting his thigh.

He chuckles at my jovial angst. "Moment of truth. Go on then look."

"You are loving this aren't you," I mutter as I bend down and lift the lid a smidgen to peep.  Lots of little boxes rest all along the keys.  Bingo.  I turn my head to him and raise my eyebrows in delight before fully lifting the lid.

Immediately his fingers find the keys and his gravelly rock rendition of 'Happy Birthday to You' tinkles around the room.

I am consumed by a wave of longing rushing through me and I link my arm in his, resting my chin on his shoulder. "Can you wonderfully surprise me anymore? I think not."

"It's all about you and me, but mostly you," he echoes against my mouth.

I cup his cheek and deepen our kiss.  I will never tire of kissing him. His kisses do things to my insides that I cannot even explain.

He caresses more words through gentler pecks. "As lovely as your lips are, we've not finished charm hunting yet."

"Tease!"  I pout in disagreement as it seems our heated desires over the piano will have to wait for another time.

He chuckles, "good things happen to those who patiently wait!" Then smiles broadly like a Cheshire cat, his pearly whites on full display as he hands me the first box.

Five boxes later, the spaces on my bracelet are filling up; my initials, a cancer crab star sign, a cute pair of wellies next to a watering can and two rich in colour Murano glass charms - a Union Jack and butterfly.  Another envelope waits to be opened.

"Looking for your next direction." I pause and am about to say the obvious but he raises his pointer finger.

"No One Direction jokes, please!" Then he sucks in his cheeks trying not to laugh.

I giggle and continue. "Looking for your next direction, go to the place where you see your reflection."

There are too many mirrors in the house so after much questioning an FBI agent would be proud of, I realise it is the huge floor mirror that is currently propped up in the shed. The one that has been awaiting my attention for sometime to work my magic on stripping the peeling gold gilt and revamping it with a distressed look.

On our way, we pass where the keys hang in the kitchen and I see another lilac bag is hanging from one of the hooks. My mouth drops open in surprise when I find it is filled with another five boxes. As I hand him each charm to attach to the bracelet he explains their meaning.

"These are meaning charms, the colours link to those meanings of you. 'Faith' is a purple amethyst stone in an oval, 'hope' is the milky quartz in a square, 'passion' the ruby stone in a heart, 'creativity' a gold entwined lace pattern with tiny diamonds in a star and 'balance' is equal half black pave crystals and half diamonds in a circle.

"They are the most beautiful things I have ever seen, Harry."

He can sense my emotion is about to spill over so makes a joke to ease the air.  "Well I had to hedge my bets that you may have chosen these keys instead of the piano ones." Then he grabs my hand and we head for the shed.

The little box hanging from the mirror contains the cutest gold frog with a crown on his head.

"It's you!" I laugh in delight.

He bashfully tilts his head and lifts his shoulder. "Hope it shows my good side!"

"Behave, you are the handsomest handsome Handsome I know." I sidle up to him.

"Hmmm, I'll take that with pleasure." He slings his arm round my shoulder as we both catch our reflection in the mirror and steel a quick kiss before I read the next rhyme.

"I tied a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree, it's been four amazing months and you're everything to me."

Hand in hand, we wander slowly back in the orchard in silence. A few times Harry squeezes my fingers in his and I look down at our entwine then up at him and smile.

Whilst he finishes sliding the remainder of the charms into place, I realise that earlier I was so lost in him that I missed what is right in front of me.

He has completely transformed the orchard into a romantic summer hideaway for two. Fairy lights twinkle as they twist around the crooked bough, whilst wicker lanterns hang down bathing dim beams across the ground. Comfy loungers covered in patterned scatter cushions and soft furry throws look inviting enough to snuggle up together. Bowls of popcorn are ready to watch whatever film he has in mind to play on a huge projector screen. 

Under the tree sits a picnic basket and cooler box that hide his planned feast.  Most eye catching of all is the elegant vintage wood record player that rests beside the tree truck. It patiently sits with its lid up and a vinyl already on the turntable, waiting for the arm to swing across and the needle to fill the orchard with the crackle of music.

"There, all done." Harry brings me out of my reverie and holds the full bracelet across his palm. He wiggles his finger towards me to come to him.

"It is the most magical and special gift, thank you. It's gorgeous and thoughtful and I shall cherish it always."

His body seems tense as he pulls his dry lips into his mouth and I almost sense them quiver. No words pass between us just a flick of his eyes towards the great Oak. I follow his gaze and spot an envelope hanging from a yellow ribbon, tied to the tree. He must have put it there when I raced off to the greenhouse. I take the envelope but before I open it I caress his lips and he sucks in a huge breath.

"You've found all your charms by solving the clues but the treasure that I truly like best is you, Wait! If you look very closely there's a space, reserved for a special charm to slide in its place. So open the envelope for your final clue. Read it aloud then pass to me to complete my gift to you."

He tentatively reaches inside his jacket pocket to produce the final envelope. The tension in the air around us is palpable. I open it carefully and pull out a pretty piece of paper that I recognise is ripped out of Harry's journal where he writes all his thoughts, ideas and lyrics. There are two lines of his handwritten words.

I stare at the words and the whole concept of time slams to an abrupt halt.  Everything falls away from me until all I hear is the thumping of my heart beat through my ears.  Clammy palms shake the paper in my hands causing the words to blur in and out of focus. 

I barely register his fingers tucking under my chin to tilt it up to meet his eyes.  He regards me searchingly then brushes my cheek and smiles at me. Not his confident in his own skin smile, not his all-out hysterical laughter smile that creases the lines at his eyes, nor his naughty thoughts smile where he pokes his tongue suggestively out the side of his mouth. It is a smile neither the world nor I have ever seen before from him. A complete beatific content smile.

His voice shakes, "please read the words, Beautiful."

My mouth is completely dry as I puff out. "Harry." I suck in a deep breath; my eyelashes are fluttering wildly as my hand comes up to cover my mouth.

"That's not what the words say, Beautiful." He rasps gently as he steps closer to me.

I close my eyes and steady myself. "Ro-."

He towers over me looking down on me. My hands fall to my sides but he catches them, grasping both of them in each of his and creasing the note between us.

All I can do is look at his chest that mirrors mine in its rapid rise and fall.

"Please look at me and read the words," he lulls softly.

My brain involuntarily responds to his request because I am not in control of my emotions or actions right now.

"Roses are red, Violets are blue."

His reply streams out of his mouth as a thousand small hearts hitting my one thumping heart then ricocheting happily into the air between us both.

"My name is Harry. And. I. Love. You."