“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.” ― Alfred Tennyson


A garden of roses is the place where Harry believed you belonged.

Surrounded by nature where birds sang and squirrels scurried. Where the sun beamed in bright streams of golden light and where the rush of a gentle breeze didn't leave a single hair on your head out of place.

He watched you as you ran ahead, dancing down the path like an elegant angel. A smile graced his face when he saw you smile as a blue butterfly landed on your forefinger, its wings fluttering against your skin ever so softly. You were mesmerised at the sight of such a delicate creature just as much as Harry was mesmerised by you. He saw a glow about you, one that stemmed out from your golden heart. A heart that was his to love and a pleasure to hold.

You gasped as the butterfly took flight once again. Both of you watched as it sailed in the air, the light catching on its wings.

"Isn't it beautiful, Harry?" You asked, your gaze following the butterfly until it disappeared over the hedge of roses. His arms enveloped themselves around her waist as his lips touched your neck gently.

"Yes, it is, my love. But not as beautiful as you."

His words made your heart leap and you loved getting that feeling. It was a rush of warmth that flowed through your body. His affection was priceless to you. You had never met someone so loving in your whole life. His company was your desire and his desire was your company. There was no force that could pry the two of you apart. You were bound in more ways than one, ways that only you and Harry knew. He was your love, your world, your everything, just like you were his.

Harry was free from touring for months now and it felt wonderful to have him by your side again. It was difficult for you, for him to be away for the majority of the year, travelling the world but you understood that that was his life and he loved to do it. You couldn't be more proud of him, to witness how much he had grown as an artist but still stayed the humble kind man you had always known.

He was still your Harry.

"You really need to stop flattering me." You said, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck.

"I will never stop. A girl as stunning as you needs to be flattered every day, whether you want to be or not." He smiled down at you, his dimples popping in his cheeks. With the intoxicating scent of the flowers around you and the strong cologne that adorned Harry's body, you were done for. Not another second passed before he kissed you, his lips moving with yours in a soft tender manner. You didn't let the kiss deepen because you knew that if it did, you wouldn't be able to control yourself. And neither would Harry.

Your hand slid down to hold his, fingers locking together into a perfect puzzle. You kissed his cheek warmly before flashing him a smile, whispering how much you loved being around him. You and Harry walked further down the path hand-in-hand, admiring the different colours of roses and the many scents of the flora that guided your way.

"Have you ever considered making love in an area full of flowers?"

His statement took you off-guard and you let out a loud giggle, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Was that a suggestion or a question?" You asked.

"It could be both." Harry smirked at you, his green eyes glinting with lust.

"Harry! We can't do anything like that here. This is a public place!"

"All the more fun, right?"

"No! What if we got caught? We'd be all over the news and the Internet. Everyone would go ballistic." You shook your head. You couldn't believe he was seriously suggesting to do something so intimate in a place like this, where any person could come around the corner at any time and catch you out. You was perfectly happy with having him all to yourself in the privacy of your home. It could be quick, full of lust and the want to caress one another's flesh or it could be slow, sensual with long teasing moments and lips coming together in a languid way. Whatever way you and Harry made love, it was between you two and no-one else.

"Fine. But we are allowed to have some fun in other ways. Get on my back." Harry said, letting go of your hand. You didn't hesitate, hopping onto his back, fastening your limbs around his body as if you were some kind of monkey. He kept a firm hold on her thighs, allowing you to trust him that he wouldn't drop you. Then, with a loud squeal from you, Harry ran down the path. You laughed in his ear, his long curls tickling your face. He was a child at heart and so were you. It was one of the reasons why you bonded so well with each other. Your young spirits and large hearts fell for one another and the rest was history.

With the next minute, you found yourself falling into a bed of golden leaves. You felt like a kid as you let go of Harry, crunching the dry leaves in your hands. Memories of doing things like this with your family flooded back into your mind. Now you got to experience it with the most important person in your life.

Harry draped his tattooed arm over your waist, pulling you back to him. You laid your hand over his heart, feeling it thump beneath your palm. It is what gave you the life and love that you had always dreamed of. You looked at him to discover that he looked as one with the landscape. Jade green eyes and flowing brown hair, crowned with orange and gold leaves as sunlight lit up his features in the most god-like way. How much you loved him, it was infinite. How you deserved him, you had no idea. You couldn't be more lucky to have him, to be the receiver of his love. You wouldn't trade it for anything.

He reached above his head with his free arm, coming back with an open hand in which a single pink rose lay. He tucked the pretty flower behind your ear, brushing strands of your hair away from your face. His finger traced the outline of your jaw as his eyes devoured you. You were lost and you never wanted to be found.

"I love you, petal. My sweet girl." Harry whispered, curling his fingers around the back of your neck.

"I love you more, Styles." You smiled at him. He leaned in closer so his mouth was millimetres away from yours.

"Not possible." His voice was low but his tone was full of love. He silenced your giggle with a kiss so gentle yet so passionate that it left you breathless.

Notes

It's 1:22AM here so I don't know why the hell I'm writing this. Just something that popped into my head. Any feedback would be great :)

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