Hiii bestiesss!

This is part two of a double update, so if you haven't read 41 already, go do that!

But look who's finally back! We got our boy Harry!

Let's see what's gonna go down in this one. So yeah...without further ado, I hope you enjoy this one, my precious rosy tulips 🌷

♬ ✥*

Harry.

Fuck.

I messed up.

Did someone possess my body to go over to Serenity's studio and confess my love for her there?

Are you that daft and stupid, Harry? Yes. Yes, you are, you son of a bitch.

I have no idea if she even feels the same way, or even wants anything to do with me, especially after what I did to her. Her studio means everything to her and I fucked up real bad. When I left her a month ago, I got on the phone with my lawyer to see what I could do, because there had to be a loophole in the contract.

That same time was when my brain decided to make an appearance from where it was — shoved far up my ass.

Yeah, that's exactly how it felt. Almost as if my heart had joined it too.

Though, my feelings had a mind of their own.

I couldn't wait to hear what she had to say in response to my confession. I knew that she didn't expect or see it coming, and I'm glad that it went that way.

There was one reason I left so suddenly and it was because of my own insecurities — even though those fucked me over before, but this was different.

I was afraid of hearing the truth so soon. I needed to give myself some time to breathe and think over what I'd done. Somehow, I believe that it was a mistake; but the bigger part of me, says it was the best decision I ever made. It had nothing to do with Serenity but only myself.

I never told Serenity in the past that my ex had cheated on me because just from the expression I got when I brought up some painful memories, she cried. She couldn't believe how cruel someone could be to another person — especially to someone they loved, but there was a bit more to that story that I didn't say.

I didn't say it, because I couldn't.

And it was the same reason as to why I couldn't wait.

Because the same day I told Madison I loved her was the same day she said she's been cheating on me. She went on saying that she regretted it and it was only a kiss. My younger self was young, naïve, and so fucking stupid. She was my first and only girlfriend at the time, so I believed and forgave her. It's just how I thought couples worked things out — even if it was cheating. A problem, you'd fix it with forgiveness.

That wasn't the case, though, and I found out the hard way.

What was even worse was that the night after I proposed and she said 'yes,' I came home early after work to spend time with my fiancée. But I walked into our apartment to see an unpleasant surprise.

Madison was fucking the guy she supposedly 'only kissed' — in our bed.

She played me from the start. My wealth was the only reason she wanted to be with me. It was all a game to her. She only wanted to marry me, then take half of what I owned when she planned to divorce me six months into our 'marriage.' Of course, that was her plan after I took the title of CEO.

Madison claimed what we had was 'true love' in the beginning, but my ongoing studies and work pushed her away from me. She firmly believed that I was the reason our relationship didn't work, that I was 'too busy' for us. With the heaviest feeling on my chest, I then proceeded to ask her how long she was cheating on me, and it turned out that it was three whole years.

Five whole fucking years, I remained a pathetic, gullible fool, utterly oblivious to what my 'relationship' actually was. Needless to say that I dumped her, and from then on forward, I refused to trust a single person ever again.

At least, that was until I met Serenity. The woman who showed what trust, honesty, kindness, and a relationship truly meant. The woman who made me fall head over heels for.

But I fucked up big time when it came to trust.

That's when my personal insecurities came out and it destroyed my real and honest relationship.

It changed things with the woman, and I failed to realise how in love with her I really was.

All I could tell her was 'I adore you,' when all I had to do was confess my sincere emotions — the ones that weren't buried down deep inside me as I thought.

Since I left Serenity's studio, I lost track of time when I buried myself in work. Papers upon projects, upon business calls, upon travel arrangements, and I ended up back where I started — thinking about my Essie.

That's if she'll ever be mine again.

Rubbing my palms over my face, I let out a groan when I realised it was well past midnight. Lately, it wasn't part of my routine for me to be here at this hour, since Essie introduced to me what 'peaceful sleep' actually was. Generally, that also meant on some nights, I had my arms wrapped around her waist, hearing her deep breaths, and taking in her sweet vanilla scent. That was one of the things I missed so fucking much.

For a month, I'd been struggling to fall asleep every night. It ruined me on multiple occasions, and when I had no sleep, it made things worse by messing up my work. I wasn't focusing properly, nor was I eating well; it was destroying me without realising it — that was up until I got a warning from the BOD during a meeting. It woke me up and forced me to pay attention to my work. Even though Serenity was still on my mind, I had to push her back just slightly so I wouldn't lose my job. I had thousands of people under my wing, and having them working for someone else could put them in a living hell. I liked the others, but not enough to make sure the great employees Urban Corp. had, wouldn't get fired for small mistakes. 

So that's what helped — but I was borderline failure.

Flipping through more papers, I looked up when I heard my office door squeak open so quietly. I only knew how to properly use three of my senses very well. Smell, taste, and touch only amplified when I met a certain woman.

And that certain woman's eyes were what I was met with. She stood at the door, watching me carefully with her stunning sapphire gems. Her face was expressionless as I swallowed heavily, unsure what she was here for.

Again, you fucking idiot. You should know what she's here for.

"I thought I'd find you here," she spoke softly, her tone so angelic and beautiful. I missed it. "May I come in?"

Nervously, I cleared my throat and nodded. "Yeah. Of course."

Every step she made was slow and precise. I knew that she was going to talk about my outburst in her studio earlier. She wouldn't be my girl that I knew if she didn't bring it up.

"So, you made quite the entrance today," she stated, walking into my office.

And I was right.

It obviously hadn't been the first time Serenity was in here, but it looked like it was to her. Her fingers gently grazed over the surface of my cabinets, desk, and the framed photo of us in Banff, just after we road the gondola. Her eyes scanned over the picture, relishing in the moment that we shared together.

"Yeah, about that..." I started, "...I'm sor—"

But before I could finish, she snapped her focus directly back up at me.

"Do you know how many times I told you not to interrupt my class?" Her voice was harsh and firm. "And how many times I told you to never to swear in front of my students. They're still kids!"

"Um, I'm sor—"

"But no! You don't listen to me. You never fucking listen to me! You have to be 'Harry the CEO of Urban Corp.' and expect everything to go your way, do a few deals, and then leave. Everyone always does what you say, and you know how to use that power to your advantage."

Her words were sharp, and made me flinch, but truth filled those words entirely. It was true, even though it wasn't particularly the smartest. I should know better. I did know what was best for my company and me, but I clearly fucked that part up.

Slowly, I stood up from my chair, and attempted to speak.

"Seren—"

"No! You don't get to come to my studio, my personal work space, just to tell me you love me and then leave. I mean, who leaves after confesses their fucking feelings? Huh?"

"You just —"

"Harry —"

"Love interru—"

"You can't do —"

"Interrupting me," I showed a subtle smirk, but her eyes narrowed at me with a glare.

Fuck. Big mistake.

"For the love of God, shut up!"

And I did. She was furious and I knew that I didn't want to get swept up by Hurricane Serenity.

The problem was, she already swept me off my feet ages ago.

"You hurt me, Harry. You betrayed me and you took advantage of me and my trust for you to do that. You think by apologising while telling me that you love me is going to automatically make me forgive you?"

"No," I barely whispered.

She was right.

"You say that you 'adore me,' but that's not enough for me. It'll take time for me to do that — for you to gain my full trust back," her tone was back to soft and possibly vulnerable, "I need you to tell me that you'll never do something like that again. Can you tell me that?"

"I'll never do that again. I regret what I did. I wish I could take it all back. I honestly do," I said immediately, taking a risky step towards my sweet girl.

"You know, you're not the only one," she spoke calmly, surprising me by mimicking my action.

My brows furrowed. "Only one? For what?"

"You frustrate me too, Harry. I can read you and understand you, but at times, you also confuse the fuck out of me. It irritates me —" she paused, biting the corner of her lips while furrowing her brows. "— It irritates me to every extent imaginable..."

"But?" 

"...but that 'extent' is only imaginable, and there's so much more to it," she spoke quietly.

"What else is there?" I questioned in the same tone.

"There's everything. There's your demanding, rude, cocky, arrogant, disciplined, secret, stubborn, and predictable qualities that I dislike." She held her expression. "But there's also your caring, affectionate, kindhearted, generous, loyal, charming, determined, hidden lively side, and devoted qualities that I adore about you."

Before I could say anything else, she continued, "Do you know what else I adore?"

"What?"

"I adore the fact that you're a risk taker, and sometimes you act on impulse — just like what you did today. But, there's one more thing too."

I was at a loss for words. Absolutely fucking speechless. My heart was pounding as each second that passed by, unsure of the things that she'll say.

Clearing my throat, I asked, "And what's that?"

"Your love for me. You know why that's important?"

"Why?"

"Because, like you, you're always on my mind, too. You're on my mind more than you can possibly know. Harry, my pretty, handsome tiger, I love you — so, so much. My heart has been yours from the second you held my hand when we were walking in the carnival. I just wanted you to know. I need you to know that I love you."

My entire body froze at her words, just as she'd done to mine. My heart was pounding, hearing it beat like a drum in my ears. Goosebumps on my skin arose, lacking the frigid air, but a fever sparked in a cause. 

She loves me. 

But by the time I processed them, though, she'd already walked out of my office.

Did she leave? No shit, Styles. Of course, she did. She did exactly what you did to her. But when I left, did she even go after me? And again, of course, she did. I know Serenity. Even though she was furious with me, she wouldn't just let me leave the way I did. She had a class, too; she couldn't just abandon them. 

Snapping out of it, I swiftly walked out of my office, looking to see where she was — gone. I wasn't going to let her get away from me. I needed her. I practically ran to the elevators and sped off like a race car in Formula One. Turning the corner, I stopped in my tracks, completely breath taken.

Only a few feet away, there she was, in all her beautiful and stunning glory, standing right in front of me. My angel.

Her coat hung by her fingers in front of her body, swaying slightly as her gaze was on me. She was waiting for me, planning on staying with me tonight. 

"You honestly didn't think I'd leave after telling you something like that. Did you?" She smiled so brightly that the night sky outside would swear that the sun had risen.

"I thought maybe you did. Kind of like how I left," I barely whispered them, ashamed.

"I'm sure you had your reasons, but I'd never do that," she spoke softly, "Never, Harry."

Fuck. I love her.

"C'mere," I said, and she dropped her coat, taking three graceful strides towards me. I met her with one and grabbed hold of her waist, trapping her in my arms. I gazed deeply into her sapphire gems, seeing the sparkle, reflecting the faint lights in the far corner of the room — dazzling and so beautifully mesmerising. Her merlot lips were begging for my own to place themselves upon, but I resisted.

"Kiss me," she pleaded.

"I can't." I shook my head, closing my eyes, averting my gaze, refusing to give myself the honour of even looking at her. "I just wanna be close to you. I can't kiss you knowing I betrayed you. I just can't."

"I know we still need to talk about that more, but right now, I am demanding you to do something. For once in your life, just listen to me. Please," her tone was so incredibly desperate. Slowly, I let myself gaze at her beauty before she whispered those two words again, "Kiss me."

My lips grazed over hers, feeling her warm breath against me before I crashed them upon hers — as a meteor would against the moon.

Force, urgency, passion, love. All the words described our heart tugging, belly tingling, toe curling, and skin burning kiss. Just as her body moved so elegantly and gracefully, our lips danced from the sensual tango, the romantic waltz, the wild jive, and to the smooth foxtrot.

Resting on my chest, her hands crept their way up to the nape of my neck, fingers softly curling in my hair. I kept mine settled on her waist, my grasp had only tightened slightly making sure she wouldn't escape me — that she wouldn't escape my heart.

I could feel her quick beats against my chest and they were mutual to my own. Our rhythm was unique and coded, so that only we could understand what it meant. I truly meant my words to her that she was mine. She owned my heart, body, and soul in all ways possible. And what she told me in response that I was hers, that's all I ever wanted to be.

I knew that I wasn't good enough for Serenity and that she deserved the world; however, she thought otherwise. She once mentioned that I was 'the world' in its utmost beautiful form. I didn't understand it then, but I do now. She constantly told me how much I mean to her, even if the message didn't fully click for me at the time.

Our moments became memories that we've cherished together, each proving the love we have for one another. Just as I'd told her, I never thought I'd ever repeat those three words. Love is beautiful and worth experiencing with the one person who makes you feel like the ground is crumbling underneath you. The feeling of knowing you're both falling down, hand in hand, is the most incredible feeling of all. We knew that as long as we remained connected, we'd climb back up to the surface together.

Without realising it, we'd shifted ourselves so that her back was now against a wall, and she whimpered from the hit. I pulled back slightly to see her alluring face. She'd removed one of her hands to rub the injured spot. I leaned in to press a soft kiss on her bottom lip and whispered, "I'm so sorry."

Those words held so much more meaning underneath them — and I'm sure she knew.

"It's okay," her voice was just as tender.

"Can you say it again?" I begged, softly brushing my nose against hers, "Please."

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you."

"One more time. Please."

"I love you, Harry."

"You mean it? You promise?"

"I mean it with my whole heart and I promise with the entirety of my soul. Your turn..." she said while leaning in place a tender kiss on my lips. "...pretty."

Fuck. After over a month of being deprived of it, even hearing that made my heart flutter like never before. If butterflies filled my flower garden, their wings flying around in multiple colours and patterns would make it all much more beautiful and beguiling.

Which is exactly what she was.

"I hate that nickname." I furrowed my brows, even though we both knew it was a lie. The way my heart warmed whenever she said it, was something I couldn't get enough of. 

I never wanted that warm feeling to disappear.

"Yeah, well, suck it up..." she teased, "...princess."

I couldn't help but shake my head at her adorable antics.

I missed her so much.

"Always irritating, I swear." I chuckled and she lightly pushed at my chest.

"Always difficult, I swear," she remarked.

Slowly, I cupped her cheek with my right hand, and gently caressing her jaw with my thumb. A soft and adoring gaze was met with our eyes as I flickered back and forth between them, wholly enticed and mesmerised by her. It was an experience I would never get tired of.

"I love you. I love you, so, so much. Your name, Serenity, makes me happy. Not just because of it, but because you make me feel at real serenity when you're around. You make my heart feel at peace and warmth. You, my darling, always tell me that I'm so passionate about my work and mentioned how you love that about me. What you didn't know was that I'm much more passionate and dedicated to you. Darling, Essie, sugarplum, my starlight, I am eternally and forevermore executively devoted to you."

Her lips parted, and she pushed forward to place a delicate kiss upon my own before pulling back.

"Even Eros wouldn't be able to say something so romantic as that."

"He's got nothing on me."

"Oh, I know," she said with a shit-eating grin.

"Good, my love," I replied with a smile.

"You're going to have to say that a lot, handsome."

"Say what?"

"My love," she said softly. "You're not the only one that's crazy about hearing I love you."

"Two lovers in love, that love to talk about love,"

A light laugh escaped her lips. "Sounds like a tongue twister."

"A what?"

"How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?" she babbled, and I raised a brow.

"What?"

"Never mind, pretty." Essie chuckled. "Can we sit back in your office?"

"Whatever you want, sweetheart." I smiled as I grabbed her hand and led her back to the office.

I expected her to want to sit in my chair, but she surprised me with sliding down against the wall parallel to the windows. Her spontaneity is one of the reasons why I fell in love wither. It was something so simple but still, somehow, heartwarming.

Crunching down, I sat adjacent to Serenity, and without hesitation, she rested her head on my shoulder.

She reached out to hold my hand and pull it slightly to her chest. That's when I heard her whisper quietly and barely audible, "I missed you so much, Harry."

Softly, I turned my head to place a tender kiss against her temple before resting mine atop hers.

"I missed you more, Essie. So much more."

Finally, after just over a month, I had the love of my life within reach again.

I missed her stunning sapphire eyes. I missed her light vanilla scent she brought with her whenever she moved. I missed those crimson lips I wished I could live on. I missed the warm feeling she brought to my heart. I missed the way her nose would crinkle in the morning when she woke up. I missed hearing the random things she would go on about just because she found them entertaining. I missed everything about her. 

And I missed hearing my name come from her, and not Mr Styles. 

To her caring and loving self, I was just Harry 

Just from the corner of my eyes, I saw her glance out at the window to see the stars, barely visible from the city.

"Can I tell you something?" Her voice was soft, and I smiled at the question.

Tell me something. Can I tell you something? Two of the many things that I never thought I'd hear again.

But I got the chance to. 

The smallest breath of happiness escaped my mouth as a smile tugged at it.

"What's that, my starlight?"

"They always said that Pisces and Scorpio are a perfect match," she said, turning slightly to look at me.

"Seems the stars aligned perfectly for us," I replied, biting my bottom lip.

"Seems so."

"And I'm so fucking glad they did."

As those words came out, Serenity placed a kiss upon my lips.

"Why'd you think I call you Essie?" I whispered against her.

Pulling away slightly, her brows furrowed as she pondered the question. "I never actually thought about it. Why?"

"The night we fell asleep watching a movie, that time when I was sick," I paused, and she nodded. "I woke up before you and started Googling all that astronomy shit —"

"Astrology, baby," she corrected with a laugh.

"Right, that," I said while she grinned. "Anyway, I tried finding a nickname for you. Never had anyone call me anything other than my name, or 'boy' or 'fool,' as my father would call me —"

"That fucker," she interrupted in a mumble, and I held in an inner chuckle.

"So, I kind of felt that I should give you something. I mean, you gave me tiger, so I had to give back. Hence the Google search."

"What'd you search?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I grinned as she narrowed her eyes in response.

"Asshole."

"My feisty girl." A smirk graced my face, and her finger came up to drag my lips to ruin my expression. Taking her off guard, I bit the tip, keeping hold of it with my teeth.

She raised a brow, and spoke in annoyance, "Very funny, Harry. Now, I need my finger back."

Letting go, I smirked, but before I continue, she interrupted — as Serenity always did.

"Now, finish your story."

"So demanding," I paused, holding my expression. "I searched a lot of things, but then found what I wasn't looking for."

"And that is?"

"Essie, it means 'star.'"

Sapphire eyes softened and began to water, her pretty lips parted as she took in my words. She shifted her body to face me more, only to whisper, "What?"

"Star. It's just another reason that made things connected in my mind of who you are. I mean, there's your studio, the things you love, and just how much you look like one to me. When I first heard you say I'm your Antares star, it made perfect sense. The two of us, we're two stars out in the galaxy. It was just meant to b—"

Before I could finish the last word, she caught me off guard, interrupting me with a passionate kiss.

And as for interrupting me, well, that was her favourite thing to do.

♬ ✥*

Serenity.

Harry and I remained sitting on the floor in his office for God knows how long. Our positioning remained the same as before, and it was incredibly touching because I was with the man I loved, in the place that he loved.

Hearing him declare his love for me again, I felt my blood drain from my veins and heart drop to my toes.

Executively Devoted.

That's what I was for him.

He was so dedicated to his love for me that it hit more than just someone saying "I love you" to another person.

His words were powerful and came out of the deepest parts of his soul with his definition. The way that Harry mentioned his passion for his work, but I was much more than that, made me want to scream from Mount Robson. And the way he said all of the nicknames he's called me was indescribable.

Harry gave me the same feeling of love that Aladdin had for Jasmine. Harry gave my blood the same intense adventure as they flowed through my veins, just like Rapunzel and Eugene. Harry pushed me by risking my emotions on the line, like how Ariel fought for Prince Eric. Harry gave me that decision to return to be with him like Cinderella did with Prince Charming. Harry taught me what his emotions truly were; still, a long road remaining, like Belle had with the Beast.

He gave me everything I wanted when it came to that indefinite sensation of affection and adoration, and I never wanted that to go away.

I loved Harry with everything in me, and nothing could change that.

"Baby, I'm so fucking sorry for everything," he whispered while rubbing gentle circles on my hand.

"It's okay," I replied in the same tone, but he shook his head in response.

"No. It's not. It's something that's been on my conscious for so long — well, deep down inside, at least. Ever since we started dating, I should've told you, but my fucking self acted like a dick instead. The least I could've done was tell you," he said, and I could sense the truth from him this time.

"Were you going to?" I nervously asked.

"To be honest?" he asked softly, and I nodded. "I don't know. Maybe not. I know that would've been wrong. What I did was wrong, period."

"So you decided to fuck yourself over with me finding out the way I did?" I replied, tugging at the teasing grin I tried to hide.

"Never thought you'd ever find out. I mean, no offence, darling, you're not a professional in the business world," he said, and I scoffed with a small laugh while shoving him.

"Low. That's just low," I shook my head, then bit the corner of my lips. "But it's kind of true. I don't think I would've found out if Milo never told me."

"Probably not." He smirked, but I just placed my hand over his expression to hide it.

Silence took over for a little while, and I focused on the feeling of his skin against my own. It was so soothing finally having him next to me. I missed him, and it was killing me inside. Softly, I leaned my head on his shoulder, and he turned slightly to place a sweet kiss upon my temple.

"Why did you do it?" I whispered. "I mean, I know you told me why, but after you sorted your feelings out, couldn't you have bought it back? It might've been better. Still wrong, but better."

"I could've made a deal and done so, yeah. I just didn't really think of it again. I tried to find a loophole in that contract, but I never pushed on actually going anywhere with it. I know it's not an excuse, but I just wanted to be with you and not waste any other time doing that. The feelings I had for you maybe blinded what I actually did. I just, I couldn't lose you after I got you."

"You know, for someone so smart as you, you're also a big idiot."

"Trust me, I know," he said with a soft chuckle. "Remember that phone call? The one that I was all pissed off before you talked about going on the trip? The first time I started wearing colours?"

"Yeah. What about it?"

"There were two parts to that. The first was that those papers seemed to have got to the company where Milo works," he explained, then cleared his throat. "I got another call later that the company I sold it to was threatening to sell it to someone else and was planning to kick you out."

I snapped my head up to look him in the eye, my brows furrowed deeply. "Pardon me?"

"I was so fucking mad. I made a deal with him that he couldn't touch anything that had any relation to you and your studio. He decided to play dirty, but I caught on to some shit going on from down under. Long story short, I threatened to pull out my investment from his company. They'd be ultimately fucked if I did that."

Surprise filled me as I processed his words. Raising a brow, I spoke, "So, you indirectly saved me from something that shouldn't have happened in the first place?"

"I guess you can say that, yeah," he spoke, scratching the back of his neck. "I really am sorry."

"You better be fucking sorry." My words were firm, causing him to bite his lip to hide a smile that I raised a brow. "Nothing about this is entertaining, Harry."

"Sorry, M'just not used to you swearing so much," he said, the corners of his mouth twitching into a grin.

"Well, I wasn't used to someone I love to betray me so much. Things change," I bit back — but softly.

"Ouch." He looked down in shame. "I deserved that."

"Damn right you did." I nodded once in confidence.

"What can I do to make it up to you?"

"Threaten the fucker again, get him to sell it to you again," I said, and he agreed. "And then I want you to sell it to me, with no lies this time. When you do that, I want you to own five per cent of Starlight, and you'll help me if I'm ever in any financial struggle for it. I'm in charge, though. I'm still an independent woman, Harry. And oh, if that company doesn't agree with selling, immediately pull your investment out, and you're building me another studio of whatever my choice would be."

"Done," he replied quickly, but then pondered a tiny bit. "But hold on, you know you can have full ownership, my love. Isn't that better? I don't want that five per cent."

"No, it's not better." I shook my head, and he looked at me, a bit puzzled at my response.

"Why not?"

I knew he'd think that I'd want the whole thing for myself after what he did, but it wasn't the case. So I decided to tell him my reasoning.

"I still want to share a piece of what I love with the man I love," I spoke softly, biting my bottom lip. "It sounds nice to be able to say that you and I own something together."

The delicate expression on Harry's face was captivating and one that I could never forget.

"Well then, your wish is my command," he spoke softly with a single nod. "I'll get everything finalised tomorrow."

"So soon?"

"I'd do it now if I could, but it's past midnight, and I still need to inform him."

"That's cute. You care about time," I teased with a grin.

"I'm not cute," he replied with a pout.

"No, sir, you most definitely are cute."

"Sir?" He raised a brow, smirking. "That's new. I like it."

"Glad to know, pretty," I said with that identical twitch on my lips, and he frowned.

"Fuck with that pretty again."

"You missed it. I know you did." I smiled.

"You're infuriating, darling."

"And you're difficult..." I paused. "...Tiger."

His eyes lit up at my nickname, gazing at me with those sparkling emerald gems I deeply love so much.

"I'm still your Tiger?" His words were soft and hopeful.

"It depends," I said, shifting my body to move in front of his legs, facing him. "Am I still your Essie?"

"Fuck, yes. Always yes," he immediately said, cupping my cheek.

"Kissy?"

And we both knew how much we missed saying and hearing our simple, precious word.

"Isn't that my word, Starlight?"

"You don't own anything." I grinned, and he let out a deep chuckle. "What?"

"Where is your arse sitting now, sweet girl? It's my company, isn't that right, darling?" He smirked.

My eyes widened at the realisation as a short, embarrassed laugh escaped my lips. "Whoops. My mistake."  

Harry shook his head in amusement as he tugged on my hands to pull me closer to him. His legs straightened out and he moved me to sit on his lap to straddle him.

"Well, let's just hope my Harry and Tiger are the same as the CEO of Urban Corp. Are they?"

"They are now," he licked his lips as his eyes flickered between my own, briefly glancing down at my mouth. "So, I can kiss you?"

"If you don't, I'm going to have to find another CEO to ki—"

And he kissed me before I could continue.

I missed the taste of him against my tongue, smoothing them together. As dominant as my Harry was, he let me take the lead with it. I could tell that he was struggling, but I wasn't going to hand over those rails easily since he wronged me.

He loved to work hard to get what he wants.

And that's exactly what he had to do.

As for just kissing, it was the most he was getting from me — for now.

My hands rested upon his chest, leaning forward slightly just enough for Harry to shift his position again. His legs bent as he sat up more, keeping a solid grasp on my hips.

The passion between us never faded over our time apart, but it only intensified. Our love was something beautiful, and I just knew that Emily-Mae was right — never let go of the person you love.

Our lips caressed once more, folding and melting upon one another. The sweetest, and richest chocolate could never compare to his distinct and unique flavour.

Hands couldn't lift off either of us, desperate to never let go.

He was the strongest and addictive drug on the black market, one that someone would pay an infinite amount for just to have a single go. He was the last vintage bottle of wine that one would fight for in a rowdy auction. He was the person that everyone obsessed over just because of his stellar personality and charming looks. 

Harry, he was one-of-a-kind, and only he existed.

And he was mine.

Finally, officially, completely, and ultimately mine.

Slowly, I parted from him, pulling back just enough to still feel his heavy breath panting against me. The quietest whimper left lips, craving to have another kiss again. Emerald eyes remained shut, relishing in the brief moment we just shared.

I left a single peck on his bottom lip, before he fluttered open the gems I loved so much.

"Fuck, I can't get enough of you," he breathed against me. "Got a taste, and I'll never want anyone else. I promise you, Essie."

"Ditto." I smiled, and he chuckled, bringing me back closer to him.

I could feel him smile against my skin as he nuzzled his face in my neck. We both took the time to revel in the feeling of one another, breathing each others' scents in. And that's when he mumbled quietly, "Missed you. Missed everything. Everything."

I missed you more.

But then I'd have a little fun and take him off guard as I moved back in his lap a little more. His eyes watched me as I innocently smiled at him.

"You know, you're lucky that I won't put a sign up on your desk by your name that read's 'Serenity's bitch' on it," I said, and he let out the loudest, belly-aching laugh at my words. His hand slapped his knee as he bellowed in delight.

"Hearing you say that, baby, is priceless. Bloody priceless," Harry said, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"What? You think I'm joking?" I asked, tilting my head slightly. "I mean, it's a good idea, right?"

That's when his eyes widened slightly, swallowing dryly.

"Love, I think it would be, but I don't think it'll be appropriate," he said apprehensively.

"Why not? All of your associates, the BOD, anyone really, would see that. I mean, it's obviously just so they know exactly who you are," that same teasing grin held my face.

The slightly worried look on his face proved that he believed my conniving tone.

My poor baby.

Oh well. That's unfortunate.

"Come on. It'll be in your favourite colour, pink. I'll put little tulips on it, too." I smiled.

"Um, darling, I don't think —"

"Or, what about if I carve it in the desk itself?"

"Baby, please. Let's think about this a bit more. Rationally, maybe. I mean, wh—"

"Oh, relax, would you? Take a chill pill, darling. I'm kidding." I laughed, and the relieved sigh that left his lips was far too entertaining.

Then, he raised a brow. "Is that so? You thought that was funny? Didn't you?"

"Absolutely, Tiger." The smirk was an absolute bonus because it only reddened his ears slightly.

"The time you'll let me have you again, you won't be so smug about that, Serenity. That's a promise," he said, a dark, teasing tone filling his words. It caused a shiver to spark all over my body.

But there was one thing more important than that.

It was that line caught my breath.

You'll let me have you.

He truly gave me the reins in our relationship in every aspect — and intimately.

By building that wall of trust between us, it was obviously going to take some time to be together again.

And I loved that he was aware of it.

With that, just on its own, it made me respect him.

This was just the start.

"If you mess up again, though, it won't be a joke." I smiled. "I'll make sure that sign is permanently glued to your desk."

"Now that, I know. I won't doubt you at all," Harry said, pulling me back towards him.

"Good."

"I give you my word that I won't fuck up again. I mean, I probably will, but never something like that," he shook his head. "Wait, no. I'll do my best to never hurt you again. Only want tears of happiness from you. And I know I said that before, and I know I have a temper and it can be bad. I also know that I do things with you that you might not like. But just bear with me. Please, baby. I'll do my very best. I promise."

Harry's nose leaned in, softly brushing it against mine. The tone of his voice was raw, and I couldn't say no to him.

"Well, they do say 'honesty is the best policy.' Okay," I spoke with a grin. "Can I still rile you up, though?"

He just chucked at my words. "You do that without asking, my love."

"Glad you're aware."

"This is cheesy as fuck, but I'm aware I love you."

"Self-awareness is definitely important, too." My lips rolled, keeping that same expression.

Harry leaned back, hitting his head against the wall, muttering a painful, "fuck."

"Want me to kiss it better?"

"You just might have to."

"What's the magic word?" I grinned.

He won. "I think I know this one. Made it up, y'know?"

"That so? Alright, Mr Styles, what is it?"

That breathtaking expression overtook Harry's face. I couldn't look away even if I wanted to.

Emerald eyes sparkled, shimmering flecks of golden caramel, showcasing its golden treasure, as they flamed in excitement. Raspberry-toned lips and rosy cheeks, bashfully flushed. A gentle touch resting on my hips, a soothing his thumb caressing it where they laid. Emotions evident within everything; care, adoration, respect, loyalty, and love royally gracing the top row.

And that favourite word we adored escaped his lips without another ounce of hesitation.

"Kissy."

...

A/N:

WE GOT KISSY BACK AND IT'S HERE TO STAY. Yes, my children, they're Hessie (?) is back and they're here to stay. 

Now, how was Serenity's love confession? How did y'all think about that? Did you like it? Should she have said/added something else?

Besides all that, did y'all dig the chapter? What was your favourite part/scene? Y'know me and my curious self.

But y'all got the reasoning for the title. What'd you think of it? I'd love to know this one specifically!

Of course, now that they're back together, that doesn't mean there won't be more drama. Tee hee. 

Oh, we'll continue with that little tid-bit of info...her love confession was also the first thing I wrote in ED (the whole scene I guess). And if you've read AS, something else relates with that too. Go figure.

And pretty please press on that little star on the chapter, I mean, it only takes a millisecond. They're nice gifts and make me (and Essie...and Harry) happy.

Kissy, stay golden, and TPWK my beautiful tulips 🌷

S x