A/N: ^ Let's take a moment to appreciate this gif and to thank our lord for this man. Amen. You can enjoy the chapter now. 

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The way back to the hotel was fun. Since we got out of the ice cream store we've been talking about make up and hair styles for tomorrow. She told me they hired a make up and hair stylist and that if I wanted I could do my make up with him, I gently refused. I don't wear a lot of make up and I can do my hair just fine by myself. 

We finally arrive, the sun is almost completely down making the entire place fill with an orange dim light. Its even more beautiful with this light. Once inside I thank her once again for taking me shopping and she shook her head telling me it was nothing, that she had a lot of fun with me. 

"Are you sure you'll be alright on your own, dear?" Anne asks while calling the elevators. 

"Yeah, don't worry about me. This is a beautiful hotel." I say giving her a smile. "I'll probably take a walk in the gardens or just sit there with a book in my hands."

"Well, I really love the rose garden." Then she leans closer to me, like telling me a secret. "It has a hidden porch if you follow the stones on the grass." She leans back, winking at me, just when the elevator arrives. "You can thank me later." 

"I'll keep that in mind." I wave goodbye while I wait for the other elevator, our rooms are in different parts of the hotel. This place is huge. "See you tomorrow." 

Finally the elevator arrives and in no time I'm in my floor, looking for my room, there are at least ten rooms on this floor. I finally find it, opening the door and stepping inside, the lights were already on. 

I gasp when I take a look inside. This is nothing like Joessie's motel. The room is big, way bigger than any room I have stayed in. There's a little hall in the entrance with a golden table with flowers on top and a matching mirror, the cream carpeted floors lead to an open area where the bed is. There's a fireplace right in front of the bed and on top of it there's a TV, that strangely goes well with the room. 

The bed is huge, the header is in a cream color with matching sheets and a full set of pillows. I instantly let my body fall on the bed proving what I already suspected, its the softest bed ever. The side tables go perfectly with the rest of the furniture, a big lamp on each of them. I stand up from the bed walking to the window, the view from here is amazing. You can see the whole garden - or gardens, may I say - from here. 

I can't believe I'm staying in a place like this. This is a palace, a princess room. 

Then I decide to check the bathroom, if the room its like this I'm sure the bathroom is even bigger. 

Just what I thought, it is indeed filthy big. 

I'm amazed. All marble floors and walls, golden ornaments holding the towels and decorating the frames of the two paintings in the wall. Two wooden tables with flowers, they use the flowers everywhere and I love it. There's a white tub against a window, gladly there's a curtain on it. I walk inside looking around, its beautiful. Am I dreaming? Because that's exactly what it looks like, a dream. 

After checking everything else in the room, including the hidden mini bar that is next to the dresser, I decide to take my book from my purse and my key card to leave the room. This is a beautiful hotel to just spend the rest of the night in here. 

Once in the lobby I start walking to the back, a lot of guests are hanging around creating a chatting atmosphere that you can hear clearly, a soft jazz music playing in the background. I walk outside, a cold breeze hitting my cheeks and making me regret not having brought a jacket with me. I was about to take the stairs down to the gardens when someone calls for my name. 

"Frances! Frances, right?" A girl that is standing near the stairs shouts for me. I think she was in the table during lunch.

"Hi, yeah, its Frances." I stop, looking up at her. "And you are?" 

She then takes the two steps down, now being the same height as me. 

"I'm Ellie, you know, Harry's cousin." She says with a smile on her face. "Where are you going? We are about to have a little bachelorette party for my mum, if you wanna come." 

"Um, I... I was about to take a walk." I say tilting my head to a side, now realizing what she just said. "A bachelorette party?" 

"Yeah, its not what you think. There's no strippers or anything like that. Even though..." She giggles, moving her eyes around. "There's going to be a naked man, but its not what it looks like." 

"I don't understand." I hold a laugh, smiling politely at her. 

"Come with me. I'm sure you're going to have a lot of fun with us." She says with her hand out. 

I take a second to think but then I just nod my head and follow her. I can't say no to Harry's cousin, even when I'm a bit mad at Harry, I don't want to sound rude to his family. Besides, bachelorette parties are always fun. 

We arrive to a conference room in the main floor, there are easels all around the room and everyone is standing near the entry with champagne glasses on their hands. They all look at us when we step inside, greeting us and telling us to join them. 

"How are you, Frances?" Marie asks me, she has a plastic silver crown on her head with a little veil. She's quite a character, she looks like a fun aunt. "Did you find a dress for tomorrow?" 

"I sure did. Anne was great company." I say, meaning every word. "Just wait until you see it." 

"She is the best person to go shopping with. She picked my wedding dress!" She chuckles to herself, is now that I notice the soft French accent in her voice. Its very subtle, you wouldn't notice that easily. "Oh, our teacher just arrived!" 

When she said the word teacher all of the women in the room, including me, turn to look towards the door. An old lady is standing by the door with a young man by her side. She walks inside saying hello to everyone and telling us to take an easel. Everyone start giggling and go to their spots, I take an easel next to Ellie's, she is the only person my age in this group. 

"What are we going to do?" I ask, whispering to Ellie. 

"We are going to do a nude painting!" She says in a giggle, trying to be as quiet as possible. "My mum didn't like the idea of a normal bachelorette party, but she wanted to include... Penises, still." 

That made me burst a giggle with her, I can't believe I end up in a nude painting class... With Harry's family! 

I have done this before, back in college I took a class of the human body and they often made us paint nude models. It was different back then though, I was with another art majors, now I'm with middle age women with a few glasses of champagne on. I'm sure this will be fun. 

Soon enough the teacher starts her lesson and the young man goes stand in the middle, where a stool is waiting for him. He professionally takes his clothes off and sits down, waiting for the teacher, named Grace, to tell him which pose to make. I hear a few giggles around the room, and when I turn to look at Ellie she is bright red. 

"How are you so calm? This is even worse from having an stripper." She says to me hiding her cheeks, giggling at me. 

"I have done this many times. I was in art school." I say to her with a smile. "I'm used to it." 

"But... He's so hot!" She says but then we are cut off by the teacher continuing her lesson. 

She explains to everyone in the room how to trace the human body. She has an easel for herself that she uses to draw his figure without making any detail. Everyone starts drawing as well so I start, too. After some minutes the teacher starts explaining how to do the detailing, but I'm already doing my own thing. Its been a while since the last time I was in front of an easel. 

I disconnect from the class and all I can see is the young man in the stool that I'm trying to represent in my paper. He has a thinker pose, resting one of his elbows on his knee, his jaw seems tense along with his powerful eyebrows. I get lost in the drawing, I forgot how free I feel while drawing. 

All I'm trying to express is his gaze pointing to the floor, putting a lot of effort on representing his strong clear blue eyes hidden under strong black eyebrows. Then, his tense body. He has prominent muscles as well, his biceps seem strong and firm. Then I keep going down, drawing his abs that even with his pose are marked like marble stone. Then I continue with his legs, his thigh muscles are firm too, his whole body expressing an stress and confused feeling. 

Soon enough I grab the colored pencils and I start placing color to his body, focusing a hell lot on his gaze and muscles. 

There's something about representing the human body that fills me, because behind every figure, behind every model and every pose, there's a story you have to tell in your work. I'm focusing on his tense eyes, for me that's what he's trying to say. 

The time flies because in just the blink of an eye I notice the young man dressing up and when I take a look at my easel my representation of him is almost done. I didn't even notice the teacher standing right behind me along with four or five more people, including Ellie. I blink a few times coming back to reality, I was somewhere else. 

"Wow, you are gifted. This... This is one of the best drawings I have seen in my class." Grace says to me, walking closer to my drawing. "Look at the detail in his eyes. You... Woah." 

"She used to be in art school. She's pretty good, right?" Ellie says for me, I turn my head a bit and notice everyone standing around me. It makes me blush. 

"Thank you." I say shyly, I have never liked to have that much attention. 

"Let me take a picture of it. I have to show this to Greg." Marie says, now everyone has their phone out and that's my cue for standing up and away from my easel. 

I receive a lot of compliments for my work, it makes me uncomfortable but I swallow my discomfort and just politely accept their comments. Then, after checking everyone else's drawings, Marie tells us to follow her to the bar to have one last glass of champagne to finish our class. 

Once in the bar one of them starts laughing comparing her drawing to a Picasso painting, because you couldn't decipher which part was the body or the leg. Then, another woman started saying that all she could draw well was his ass, that made us all burst a laugh. After two glasses of champagne, we all say goodnight and leave to our rooms, taking our drawings with us. 

I'm finally in my room, laying in the bed with the drawing on the pillow next to me. I can't stop looking at it, it makes me think about the past few months. 

I drop out of college but I really enjoyed what I was doing, I just didn't like the environment I was in. With my ex and my fake friends, it was too much for me, I needed a change. But now that they are in the past, I realize that I do enjoy drawing. I always have. 

Besides from surfing, I really love drawing, representing feelings on paper and getting lost doing it. I miss it, it makes me realize maybe this is what I was born to do. I could take more classes when I settle in Barcelona. Maybe I can even teach some, that would be amazing too, to share my knowledge with others. 

Out of nowhere I hear a knock on my door, it wakes me up making me move my eyes up from the naked young man plastered on the paper next to me. I stand up from the bed and open the door, it takes me by surprise to see Harry standing outside my door. 

"Harry." I say a little confused, I didn't expect him to see him until tomorrow. 

"Uh, hi." He says, moving his hand up in an awkward wave. 

Its now that I realize I was so distracted during the afternoon that I didn't think of our little fight last night. I was having fun with his family but not even for a second I think of the problems between us. 

"How... How was the dinner with your mom?" I ask, taking a deep breath. 

"Um, great. It was, good." He says a little uncomfortable. He closes his lips for a moment but then he says. "Can I... Come inside? I need to talk you." 

"Oh, yeah sure. Come in." I say nervously, opening the door for him and stepping inside. 

He walks inside closing the door on his back. He looks around my room looking impressed of his surroundings. 

"Wow, your room is way bigger than mine." He says with a slight smile on his face. "Nice, isn't it?" 

"Yeah. It is." I give him a small smile, not knowing how to act in front of him. I don't know if he is still mad at me and I don't know if I'm still mad at him. This is really confusing.

I mean, I still want to know but I've learned to not push it. Even Anne told me so. Talking to her really helped me to understand. 

"What is... That?" He notices the drawing laying in my bed, he walks closer to the bed looking at it. It makes me giggle and blush a little. "Why is there a naked man in your bed?" 

"Okay, I can explain." I giggle, shaking my head at him. "Your aunt Marie threw an interesting bachelorette party. More like a drawing class actually, with a model and everything. Ellie, your cousin, invited me. I couldn't say no." 

"I see." He looks at the drawing and then at me. "You really are talented." 

"Thank you." I blush slightly, this has been a day full of compliments. But now, I'm more interested on knowing why is he here. "So... Um..."

"Oh, yes. Yes." He frowns slightly like in thought, leaving the drawing on my bed and walking to my direction. "Let's sit, yeah?" 

He guide us to the window, he sits down first in the cushion made seat. He takes a deep breath, looking front towards the room. I wait for him to talk first, I don't want to push him. 

"I want to apologize." He finally says after some seconds of silence. "I... I shouldn't have left the room last night like I did. I acted like a jerk and I'm sorry. I really am." 

"Harry, you don't have to..." I turn to look at him, but he shakes his head cutting me off. 

"No, listen to me. I am sorry. I should't have reacted the way I did. You don't deserve it." He looks at me, for the first time in the whole day he looks at me in a kind way. It brings butterflies to my stomach almost instantly. "I guess I got offended by what you said but... I kinda deserve it. I didn't call you in eight freaking months and... I apologize, again." 

"Its okay. I forgive you." I smile on my insides, and to him. I feel a lot of emotions inside of me right now. I move my hand to his shoulder, reassuring him that its fine. "I also want to apologize for that. I shouldn't have called you a... Womanizer. I was just, confused. Still am but, it wasn't the time or the way to approach that question. I overstepped and I'm sorry. I truly am." 

"I guess I accept you apology, too." He gives me a smile, his green eyes locking with mine and making everything inside of me melt. "There's... There's another thing I have to tell you." 

"Hm?" I bring one eyebrow up a bit confused. 

He stands up from the seat and rakes a step away, running his hand through his hair. 

"I didn't... I didn't forget about you during our time away." He makes a stop, biting his bottom lip. "Like I told you, I wasn't ready to face my emotions back then. I was going through a lot, still am, but I'm ready now." He turns to a side, he looks really nervous. "I did thought of you, Frances. More than you think." 

"What are you doing?" I ask when he takes his jacket off and starts undoing the buttons of his shirt. His confession overwhelms me but... I think its too soon for him to take his clothes off. 

"Its not what you think. Don't freak out." He chuckles nervously, only undoing three buttons of his shirt. "Come on, stand up." 

"Um?" I stand up nervously, a confused expression on my face. 

Then, he moves the shirt up, showing me the side of his torso. At first I don't understand what he's showing me but then I take a look at his tattoo, it looks so familiar that it sends chills all over my body. 

"... Is... Is that...?" I open my mouth, never moving my eyes from the ink on his skin. I shyly move my hand to touch it, its my drawing. The one I gave to him in the plane. The deer, the one that was next to the wolf. Its... Its my drawing, on his skin. "You... You didn't." 

"I did, months ago when I realized what I felt back then." He says, turning around and facing me. My eyes are still glued to his tattoo, I don't know what to think. He takes my face in his hands making me look at him. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, Frances. I still can't. I was a coward for not telling you before..." 

"H-Harry..." I open my mouth once again. He's answering my questions, he is showing me that I'm not just another girl on his list. He... He is finally telling me, in his own way. "I- I don-n't ha-ve w-words..." 

"There's my stuttering girl again. How I missed her." He smiles at me, running his thumb down my cheek. He moves my face and places a kiss where his thumb was seconds ago. He then moves back, looking at me and leaving me totally speechless. 

"I care about you, okay? I hope it stays clear from now on." He gives me a last smile before letting me go, doing the buttons of his shirt again. 

I still don't know what to say. I must be a bright red tomato by now, his words are just so overwhelming. Not to mention he has a tattoo of my drawing on his skin. I can't believe it. He then puts his jacket on, taking his key card out of his pocket. 

"Are you... Are you leaving?" I ask, trying so hard to not stutter and trying to act calm. 

"Do you want me to stay?" He asks with an eyebrow up. There's the flirty Harry I know. 

"No, I mean, yes. Just a little longer." I say waking a step closer to him without even noticing. "I feel like we didn't see each other in the whole day. Stay." 

"I would love to but I don't want to cross a border with you, not again." He places his index finger on my chin, locking his eyes with mine. "And we need to rest. We have a long day tomorrow."

I open my mouth to say something but then I close it. He is being such a gentleman right now, I know he is referring to the kiss last night and my reaction afterwards. This is his way of showing me I'm not here only for his pleasure. He is perfect. 

"Okay." Its the only thing I manage to say, giving him a smile that he irresistibly returns. 

"Sleep well, Frances." He leans closer placing another kiss in my cheek. 

"Good night, Harry." I say, right before he walks away to the door. 

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A/N: GUESS WHO'S BAAACK??!? ME!!!! Missed me?

I hope this chapter was worth the wait!!! :) 

PS: My vacations were a lot of fun and I have a lot of fun stories to tell but that would be another time. Byeee!