Just FYI, this chapter is not PG-13. So read on your own risk.

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His room is cold, dark, and our naked bodies are still tangled up together. I woke up five minutes ago with my head laying on his naked chest. I still feel flustered of everything that happened last night, it was magical. The most amazing night I've had with him so far, if not the most amazing night of my life.

It's past noon and we are still in his room. I don't want to wake him and I don't want to leave the bed just yet. Being next to him brings everything that happened last night to me.

He returns the kiss, holding me still with his hand in my neck, but moving his free hand to the small of my back pushing me closer to the edge of the table. Then, I run both of my hands inside of his shirt, moving my hands up to his chest and then to his back, moving him closer to me. The kiss is hungry, we need more of each other.

My legs parted, letting him stand right in front of me, our bodies touching, only the fabric of our clothes separating us. After a moment, I move from his mouth to get a bit of air inside of me, he smirked, moving to kiss my neck. My need for him increases by every second passing and I don't know how to handle it inside of me.

"Let me... Take you to my room." He whispered while placing small kisses and soft bites on my neck. It was a little heaven to me to hear his raspy voice so close to me.

I wasn't strong enough to respond, so I let a small sound of pleasure out of my mouth instead, he couldn't resist it.

With that, he holds my body up with ease, and while I connect our lips again he starts walking. We both smile and laugh through the kiss. Finally, we are inside of his room. This is the first time I'm stepping inside of his room. I don't put much thought on it but I do notice it is slightly bigger than mine and it smells just like him since he walked in.

He places me on the ground, turning the light of his bedside table on. He looks at me, in that same way he has been looking at me the whole afternoon. With caring, loving eyes.

We are both so nervous, gazing deep into each other's eyes. He moves closer to me, taking my face in his hands and placing a soft peck on my lips. He separates after a brief contact, moving his eyes to look at my body.

It sends chills all over my body, its the first time he looks at me like that. He moves one of his hands, slowly, from my shoulder to my breasts. I see his lips part just the slightest at the feeling, never moving his eyes from mine. He then, moves his hand lower, holding me by my hips with both of his hands. I feel so small between his hands.

I'm already short of breath, my sight is in a daze right now. I move my hands to his arms, then down his shirt and finally stopping at his shorts, I swallow hard biting on my bottom lip. We are doing this. We are. He gives me the slightest reassuring smirk, but instead of going inside of his shorts, I take the hem of his shirt I move it up to take it off of his body.

He then sits me on the bed, moving my legs apart so he can stand in front of me. He kisses me, slowly. I feel one of his hand travel to my leg, moving my dress up with his path. He moves the dress out of my body, I stay there only on my underwear, I'm glad I picked the all-black set earlier.

"You are so beautiful." He says, moving his eyes to my almost naked body. "So, so perfect."

"Harry." I look at him, my hands resting on the hem of his shorts.

"Yes, babe?" He holds my face, his green eyes turning dark. I can already tell its happening the same to mine.

"I'm ready." I whisper back, licking my bottom lip. He smiles, his now dark eyes looking at me, moving to connect his lips with mine.

He pushes my body down the bed, his body hovering above mine. He touches me all over and I do the same. I move one of my legs around him, pushing him hungrily closer to me. He eventually separates from our kiss, catching his breath. He is holding his weight with only one arm, while looking deeply into me.

Then, slowly, his hand sneaks to my leg, he parts them with care. It moves up to my stomach, and I feel his fingers grace in the hem of my underwear and going inside, I have to part my lips when I feel his touch on me. I hear a small sound coming out of his mouth, but he bites his bottom lip to suppress any other sound out.

I have to close my eyes, letting the pleasure he is giving me consume me. I think of all the things we have lived so far, even that one time back in the hotel in Edinburgh. This isn't our first time, but it feels like so much more this time.

While I was running my hands down his back, he moves one of his fingers inside of me, making me scratch his back as an instinct.

"Woah, babe." He slightly chuckles, letting air out of his mouth. "Easy..."

"I'm- sorry." I say weakly. I feel the pleasure increasing with each of his movements.

"You're so ready." He says against my mouth, placing a kiss and then biting on my bottom lip.

He takes his finger out, stopping for only a second. He looks at me and I look back, trying to control my breathing.

"Give me, one second." He says, leaving the bed briefly. He goes inside of his closet and comes back only a few seconds later. He has a pack of condoms in his hand, I giggle closing my eyes. "I didn't know I was going to need them."

"At least one of us was prepared." I say, as he placed himself on top of me again. He grins at me, he moves his shorts down and I help him. He rolls the condom on, I feel nervous butterflies in my stomach. "Kiss me."

And when he does, I get lost in the kiss and soon enough, he moves my underwear to a side and goes inside of me, my mouth agapes against his mouth, feeling him entirely inside of me. I hold on to his neck, one of my hands on his hair and the other in his face.

"Does it hurt?" He asks, worried. I nod, and then I shake my head.

"Keep- going." I breathe against him, he does so and I gasp again. I didn't remember him being this big.

I don't know how much time we were consumed by the other last night. It was never rough, or hard. It was always so gentle, slow, caring. It was full of emotion. Every moan I let out last night, every sound of pleasure he made, it was mutual, it was a pure show of affection. I look at him, he is still with his eyes closed, and I feel the exact same thing I felt last night.

Right when we finished, we laid down together I'm not sure for how long. He caressed my skin, he kissed me all over, he made me feel wanted, loved. He made sure every single gesture was for me to know that this time it was going to be different.

I feel all kinds of butterflies inside of me while looking at him, so peaceful while sleeping. But I can't help but move to kiss him on the lips swiftly. He shifts under me, securing me with his arms around me. I see him smile, keeping me connected to him.

"You're a little creeper." He says, slow raspy morning voice, even though its past twelve. "Were you watching me sleep again?"

"Busted." I say, he lets go of his embrace but keeps me on top of him. "You're accent is thicker in the morning."

"Is it really?" He says, forcing his British accent. "I have never noticed it before."

"Stop it." I say, letting a small chuckle out.

He stares at me now, a small grin gracing his lips. I feel warm under his gaze, its so powerful.

He has a little morning stubble. I move my hand to his chin, touching it with the tip of my fingers. But without controlling myself, I lean forward and kiss his lips, my eyes opening right after to look him in the eye again, but the next thing I know is him moving my face closer and kissing me, this time wanting more of me.

We end up doing it again, this time was quicker and not so caring than last night. We took a playful shower together and ended up leaving his room by two in the afternoon. We made a stop in the hallway of our rooms, just to make out. I think now we can't separate from each other.

But finally, we are sitting in the table inside, for our surprise it's raining outside so we have to stay another day here to go to our next stop. We have lunch - as our breakfast - and devour our plates. It was a delicious spaghetti bolognese. I also drank two watermelon shakes, I'm really thirsty today.

"Do you want anything for dessert?" Harry asks me, I bite my bottom lip in thought.

"Do you count as dessert?" I say flirty, moving my foot under the table to touch his leg.

"Frances..." He widens his eyes, because he notices Rachel coming to get our plates. I smile, taking my glass and taking a sip.

"Okay, I think we can share a Nutella Crepe." I move my foot a bit up, having him sitting this close to me it helps me to get him distracted. "Or just the Nutella." I lean and whisper to his ear.

"And what are you planning on doing with that, baby?" He asks me, whispering back.

I move closer to him, moving my legs in between his and sneaking my hand to his upper leg, teasing on going to his center. I tell him all the places I would want to lick Nutella from him, slowly, I pronounce each word delicately. I feel him tense under me, so that's my cue on moving away.

"You're such a little tease." He says lowly, biting his inner cheek. He laughs, shaking his head. "You're lucky we're in public right now."

"I'm so sorry, it's so fun." I laugh, soon enough Rachel comes back with out dessert.

"You're going to pay for it, Frances." He says, moving one finger on my chin to look at him. He pecks my lips and we both eat our dessert, sharing a few stares here and there.

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The sky is starting to get dark, the rain still falling hard outside. We are on our deck, listening to some music and just enjoying each others company. He is sitting across from me, he has half a glass of Piña Colada in his hand. He is softly singing the song playing on the speakers, something by Fleetwood Mac, if I'm not wrong.

I don't know why but I look at the tattoos in his arm, I have spent so much time around him but I have never truly studied each of them.

"Listen to the wind blow, down comes the night." He sings, tapping his foot at the rhythm of the song.

"What does all of your tattoos mean?" I ask, moving my hand to touch the pirate boat in his upper arm.

"Running in the shadows..." He stops singing turning to look at me. "This is the best part of the song, Frances. You're interrupting."

I roll my eyes at him and stare as he continues to sing the rest of the song. He suddenly stands up and dances at the end of the song where the drums speed up and the guitars go all crazy. He makes me stand up with him and shakes up my hair, I laugh at him and follow his lead, dancing along him.

"Chaaaain, keep us together." He sings, frowning his face and moving his hand as if he were holding a mic. "Running in the shadow."

I shake my body and my head, smiling at him as he does the same with his short hair. Eventually the song ends and Your Song by Elton John starts playing, so I sit down again.

"What a great song." He says, letting a breath out. "You were saying?"

"Your tattoos." I say, catching my breath. "I wanted to know if they have a meaning behind them."

"Some of them have, some of them... Don't." He chuckles, looking down at his arm. He moves the short sleeve of his shirt up, showing me the full covered arm. He is still trying to catch his breath. "Most of them I got for my sister. Like this one..."

He points to one written in another language.

"That's her name in Hebrew." He moves his finger to an awful made guitar. "This one, I lose a bet on it."

"And it will stay forever on you." I point out, letting a chuckle out.

"The boat because... I'm a pirate." He chuckles, pointing now to his naked mermaid tattoo. "And a mermaid at the same time."

"Makes sense." I giggle, seeing him be kind of proud of each design. "You booze you lose, right next to a Bible."

"I know, I didn't think it through." He laughs, showing me that dimple.

"Wait... Is that... Green Bay Packers?" I raise an eyebrow at him. He ends up laughing, squinting his eyes close.

"Favourite team." He says, trying to control his laugh. "But, you're missing the important ones. The name Jackson, my godson. The heart, the rose..."

"I like the rose." I say, it turned out lower than I intended.

"My mum's favourite flowers." He says, a cute smile on his lips. He then moves his shirt a bit up, showing his leaves, his big butterfly, my drawing on the right side of his body.

"These two are my favorites." I say, moving my hand to touch them. He smirks at me and I know exactly why.

"They actually, don't have a meaning." He snorts, pressing his lips together. "They are covering one of my bad tattoo choices in the past."

"That's so bad." I pout. "I love them."

"They look sexy, I know." He brings his hands up, I shake my head at him, rolling my eyes.

He rests back on the seat, moving me a bit closer to him. He moves a bit of my hair behind my ear. "You don't have any."

"I don't." I simply say, moving my shoulders up. "I have been thinking of getting one for so long but... Can I tell you something?"

"Of course." He says, moving his hand to my face.

"I'm kind of scared of the pain." I say with a shy smile.

"What? Really?" He chuckles, and I nod my head at him, moving me even closer to him. "Where do you want it?"

"Here, on the side." I point to the side of my pelvis, right where the band of the underwear is.

"I can go with you, I'll hold your hand." He says, holding my hand afterwards.

"I would love that." I say, a smile on my face.

I take a moment to just think of how lucky I am of being here with him, of having the chance of getting to know him and just be alone the two of us. I am so lucky to have him in front of me right now.

Every fight we had in the previous days just vanished completely. We all have flaws, I do as well. But they don't matter now, we have each other.

He gazes at me in silence, too. He grins, that same smile he has been wearing since yesterday. I'm still not sure on what to think of all of this, but I need to learn to let myself go. To not think. To let things flow naturally.

So, with that same enamored smile on my face, I lean forward to kiss him.

He holds my face, securing me there for me to not separate from his lips. It's so pure, a connection that tells me he is feeling the same way as me. Eventually, I find myself sitting on his lap, my hand going through his hair as I get lost in the kiss.

"Have I tell you..." He suddenly breaks the kiss, his thumb on my bottom lip. "How divine is to kiss you?"

"I don't reckon you have." I say, as I speak my bottom lip pop back to its usual place. He breathes out kissing me again more fiercely, moving one arm around me to move me closer to him.

"You are just like a drug." He whispers while moving his mouth to my neck. "I can't get enough."

"Harry." I breathe, my eyes closing instantly.

"Can I overdose on you, baby?" He sucks on my skin, I moan lowly in response.

I can't help but let go of all my thoughts, letting myself go in the kiss and into him. Maybe this is what we needed. We needed to work things out, to talk, to fight, to reconnect with each other in the most purest way to know that everything will work out. There's always a way to make things work out.

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A/N: All I have to say is... You're welcome for this chapter.

But just so you know, I still have more drama up in my sleeve so... Enjoy

I love you all xx