MARIGOLD |H.S. AU|

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE*

Sorry it's late guys, I've been catching up on my school work and will be a lot more when I go back, so bare with me for the next two weeks!!!! I think you'll forgive me though ;)

Harry's P.O.V.

Walking to the tech run, I felt like I couldn't breathe.

What that woman said to me really fucking scared me, and it was like the reality came crashing down regarding everything that I'd let happen between me and Bryoni in the last three weeks.

She was everywhere, ever since the first time I saw her fucking portfolio she was everywhere. But I'm a horny motherfucker anyway, and I thought, maybe if I just fuck her it will be fine, I'll get over it and carry on being the man-whore that I am, fine.

But it wasn't that easy, it never could be, not once I'd met her, spoken to her, been around her for more than 5 minutes, I was hooked.

And that damn old lady was right.

"If you let that one go, you'd be stupid. The way you make each other smile is something others could only dream to find. Don't be stupid boy."

So, she thought we were a couple?

I mean I knew it might come across that way, both of us going out for food, in Rome, arguably one of the most romantic cities in the world. We were laughing, joking, teasing each other.

But I guess I didn't think about that as much as I should've.

I don't want people to think that we're dating, or that we're 'in love' or some shit. I don't do that.

I mean, sure, she's hot and everything, but I don't want anything else.

Then at the same time, I don't want it to stop, the chemistry we have, the way we effortlessly just have fun. And despite the fact that we've seen a lot of things together, I truly believe that we could walk around a supermarket and I'd still find something to smile about, and have a fantastic time.

And the sex. We haven't even fully had sex yet, but everything else we've done, I literally cannot get enough of it. It's stupid to say we won't end up having sex in the future though. We've got another 4 and a half weeks together and unless something drastic happens that makes her hate me, we will end up having sex, it's inevitable.

I know she can't resist me, and it's nothing for her to be ashamed of, because I can't resist her either.

It's not just her beautiful face though, it's her. Her laugh and her smile, her body language, the way she looks at places, environments, everything that's going on around her, and she's so intuitive. She's a people watcher, and I can tell she gets so intrigued by her surroundings. And watching her observe those things, it's fascinating.

When I took her to the 'Trevi Fountains', I knew it was a special moment for her. I don't want to know why, it seemed too private, but the tears caught in her beautiful eyes told me that she was grateful, grateful she got to experience this for whatever reason it's so important to her. And I knew the way she carefully took the coin, kissed it, and dropped it into the water, that she would never forget that moment, and neither would I.

But it fucking freaks me out, because when I'm in those moments with her, I'm not thinking, I just let them happen. It's not like I want them to happen, or I even encourage them, it's like I don't realise how dangerous it is until it's already happened.

Like with the laughing in the restaurant about the olives. We were uncontrollably laughing, in pure happiness, and complete bliss, but then the phone rang, she suddenly snapped out of it, and so did I. I don't realise that I've let that situation between us happen until it's over.