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Part 10 | Love & Villas in Italy | 6.8k words

Sequins & Zippers’ Summary: An internship with Harry Lambert transformed into a job of a lifetime - Aurora Del Gatto finds herself touring the world with the one & only Harry Styles as his ‘Head of Wardrobe.’ Aurora is nothing but nerves & excitement as she packs her bags & almost 100 custom designer suits that belong to an unbelievably kind rockstar. She never thought she’d fall in love on top of it all.

Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

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a/n: hello friends ! sending all the love to you in the crazyyyyy time we live in. getting focused on writing has been a big help to keep me sane this past week so I hope if you do read this that it’ll help distract you from the craziness too. - lots of love to @niallhoranapologist for consistently giving me ideas & listen to me ramble on & on about Aurora & Harry 💕

Alrightyyyyyyy here’s part 10 !

Aurora has seen Harry in every single one of these looks but still, night after night, she fawns over them. In Hong Kong, the stars and lightning that are rhinestoned onto the velvet Givenchy suit turns him into a real life disco ball when the lights come up. Sparkles and bright sparks of light covered his face through the entire show. Manila and Singapore’s looks graced the world with the glory of Harry’s swallow tattoos. Both the Harris Reed and St Laurent shirt dipped low and flowed with his movement on stage. Aurora couldn’t help but admire the way his chest and shoulders had bulked from the past 2 months of training. She paid extra attention to his collarbones, the tattoos littered across his shoulders and the swell between his pecs both of those nights as she helped him get ready.

Aurora could tell, night after night, before and after the show that he was growing exhausted. The circles under his eyes were getting darker, harder to cover up. He had to stop talking so much when he wasn’t on stage, drinking even more hot tea than normal. After the show in Osaka Aurora kissed him goodnight after taking care of his suit and readying the wardrobe cases to be moved to the next Arena.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” He asked quietly, not letting go of her hand. Aurora had been staying in her own hotel room during the Asia leg of tour, both of them deciding to drag out the honeymoon phase of their relationship. Anyways, both of them actually enjoy time on their own and neither of them were ready to pretty much “live together” cause that’s what it started feeling like.

Aurora looks up to him and squeezes his hand. Her eyes rounded, eyebrows lifting up only a little, almost like she was surprised by the helpless look on Harry’s face.

“I’m so tired but by the time my brain slows down enough for me to fall asleep I have to be up again. I fall asleep right away when you’re there,” his voice is soft. “S’much easier when you hold me and play with my hair,” he barely whispers, looking down to where their hands are intertwined, like he’s embarrassed by the admission.

Aurora drops his hand and cups his cheek delicately. Her lips are soft against his. She nods slowly at him when he opens his eyes. She kisses the opposite cheek her hand is holding. Her bag in one hand and Harry’s jacket in the other, she offers it to him. He slips his arms in it, tossing his phone in the pocket and throwing his own bag over his shoulder. He opens his mouth to say something, but Aurora offers her hand out to him and speaks. “Come on, baby, lets go.”

Harry feels his chest heave. His throat tightens like he’s going to cry. He clears his throat and swallows deliberately. Aurora leads them through the hallways, wishing goodnight to everyone she passes. He’s on vocal rest for the most part, so Harry not giving full goodbyes to everyone isn’t questioned. If Harry tried to speak he’s sure he’d have tears fall from his eyes. The mix of exhaustion, a sore throat and the swell of fondness in his chest are a perfect mix to heighten Harry’s emotions. The car ride is silent as they sit in the backseat of the blacked out car. Harry’s head rests on Aurora’s shoulder. She holds his hands in her lap, twirling his rings back and forth.

Aurora is quick to wash her face and brush her teeth once they get to Harry’s hotel room. She joins him in the big, oversized bed covered in layers of white linens. Aurora pulls at the sheets until they tug loose from the tight tucking at the corners and discards some of the unnecessarily stiff sheets. Harry finds these actions endearing, now realising she does this in every hotel room. She tosses the extra pillows away as well, commenting that she’s thankful she didn’t pick up the habit of bringing her own pillow with her like her mother does. Harry laughs at that, the first and only time that night.

Aurora lays down on her side facing Harry, holding up the sheet and blanket that are left, Harry lays in the empty space. Tossing the covers over Harry's body, she moves as close to him as she can. Propping herself up on her forearm, she peers over to catch his eyes. She moves a rogue curl from his face and leans down to kiss him on the lips one last time for the night. After switching off the light on her side of the bed she settles behind him, his back to her front. Aurora hooks a leg over Harry and when her hand is in his hair, softly running her nails against his scalp he sinks into her chest and in turn, further into the mattress. When his eyes flutter for the last time, closing completely as he falls asleep, Aurora presses a kiss to his shoulder landing near the ‘A’.

She continues to run her hands through his thick curls for a while longer. She watches as his pink lips part as slow, even breaths fall in and out. His features are completely relaxed. It's the first time in almost a week that she’s seen his face without a permanent furrow to his brows. Once she knows he lost deep in sleep, she wraps her once busy hand around his torso, hooks her chin between the base of his neck and shoulder and falls asleep with him.

The final night of the Asia leg of tour was long and Harry was counting down the hours till he could crash onto the almost familiar bed in his favourite villa in Rome. Aurora and Harry take a car straight to the Tokyo airport from the arena after saying goodbye to their friends for the next 10 days. Sarah and Mitch are going back to london to get some rest, Adam is going back home to his wife and kids. Most of the crew are London based so they’ll head home too before they pack back up to start the 2nd half of tour.

Both Harry and Aurora are clad in their own black World Tour 2018 hoodies, their hoods pulled up all the way. The airport is pretty quiet, given it being past midnight. Harry’s security leads the couple to the private lounge while they wait for their flight to board. Harry dozes off while waiting and Aurora facetimes her parents as it’s morning back in New York. She paces the almost empty lounge while she talks to her parents on Facetime. Her mom catches a glimpse of Harry’s sleeping figure in the background which sparks several questions. Saved by the bell, Sean, Harry’s head of security calls her name and says it’s time to board. Aurora says goodbye and hangs up before waking Harry. The 3 of them grab their carry on bags, Harry and Aurora following Sean to the terminal.

Aurora wishes she wasn't so tired so she could properly enjoy her first time in first class but her and Harry barely get out a sentence to each other before they're both asleep.

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They’re ushered into a large black SUV when they land in Rome. Harry instinctively grabs Aurora’s bag, tossing his own over his shoulder and reaches for her hand when they’re dropped off at the villa. The sun is out and the almost 13 hour flight helping the dark circles begin to disappear. Aurora’s eyes widen when she pulls her focus from Harry’s broad back. In front of her is a cream brick house. She’s never seen a house this big. Well, it’s called a villa for a reason, she laughs to herself. Opening the front door after turning the key in the lock, Harry pulls Aurora inside.

Setting the bags down near the staircase that is directly in front of the front door, Harry turns around. Aurora’s eyes haven’t changed since she got here. They’re wide with wonder and awe.

“I’ve never-” she doesn’t finish her sentence. Her eyes dark around the beautiful home.

“I know it’s obnoxiously big, I swear I’m not trying to be like that, but it’s my favourite place in Italy. I normally come here with a big group, so it makes sense then,” he stops himself from rambling. “I wanted to share it with you,” he says once he’s got his arms wrapped around Aurora’s waist.

“Harry, it’s beautiful,” she almost whispers, entranced by the details and the feeling that is sitting in the pit of her stomach. It’s almost the same feeling she had when she walked into Harry’s London home. Her hands hold onto his biceps as she takes one more look around before looking at Harry. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

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They’re sitting on the floor of the living room, an old unique rug underneath them. Fresh mugs of tea are steaming in their hands. They are facing the big picture window that looks out onto the grounds of the villa. The sunset cast the perfect light into the cozy room.

“What scares you the most?” Harry’s voice breaks the silence.

Aurora looks at Harry and lets out a breath. She pulls her lips in between her teeth, thinking. She knows what scares her. She’s got plenty of fears, most are silly and she knows those are her brain messing with her. But, the thing that scares her most? “Never feeling comfortable in myself.”

“Ror,” Harry says with small laugh, “you’re so confident though, and so sure in what you know and-”

“No,” she cuts him off, she shakes her head, focusing on the swirl of the hot tea in her mug, thankful their backs are to the sofa, so she doesn’t have to look at him right now. “I don’t think it's the confidence and I’ve been pretending to know things since I could talk. Ask my mom,” she lets out a short laugh then pauses before getting to her point. “I can fake being confident and knowing what I’m doing. I’m really good at it. I’m scared I’ll never actually be comfortable in myself enough and that I’ll have to fake it forever. That I’ll go through my entire life playing pretend with myself, overthinking every move.” Aurora doesn't dare look at Harry’s face, instead she trains her eyes on the darkening horizon in front of her.

“You never feel fake to me,” Harry encourages. Aurora sighs.

“I’ve had a lot of practice, never really come off fake, I guess?” Aurora thinks about where she wants this conversation to go. It’s Harry after all and this villa feels like a world away from everything else. “I’ve got a lot to work on still, but it is getting easier.” She sets her mug down and turns to Harry. “I feel comfortable when I’m with you,” she admits. Harry’s eyes light up. “I’ve never felt this comfortable in myself or with someone in a long time.” Harry leans over the small space between them and lands his lips on the top of Aurora’s cheek.

“Come ‘ere,” he says, setting his mug down and then motioning to the space between his legs. Aurora smiles softly as she moves on the rug. She reciprocates his actions and kisses his cheek quickly before leaning her back against his chest.

As they get comfortable again, he wraps his arms around her torso and she rests her hands on top of his. She lets her breathing match his, their chests rising and falling at the same time. She sinks further into his chest, fully relaxing as his hot breath hits the top of her ear a few times.

“What scares you?” she tosses his question back. Harry nudges his nose into Aurora’s hair, kisses the skin behind her ear and then sighs.

Harry begins to move Aurora’s hair off her neck as he speaks, “M’scared of not knowing who I really am, or could be.” He kisses the back of Aurora’s neck softly and it makes Aurora squirm. His motions are so light they barely feel real. “The time where I was meant to be figuring that out was the busiest, craziest time of my life. I’m afraid I’ll never get that time to discover myself, back.”

“If it counts for anything,” Aurora speaks up, leaning to the side so she can peer back at Harry, “I think you’re pretty great.” Harry laughs lightly. “Seriously though, it can’t be easy to do all that in the public eye, but it seems like you’re getting there. I studied fashion so that’s where I can pinpoint it easily, it’s where I see people express themselves and feel like I can really see who someone is through their clothes. That’s why I feel in love with it in the first place.” Aurora kisses the edge of Harry’s jaw, noticing how it had tensed up. He lets out a breath. “And even though I’ve only really known you for a short amount of time I can see the transition and the coming into your own through your clothes. Saw it happen years ago and it just continues.” She twists her body around more so she can really look at him. “I can see it on your face when you’ve got something on that you feel so incredibly confident in, singing your own songs, the music you made. It’s hard to describe what I see night after night, but,” she stutters, unsure how to word the feeling that flutters in her chest every time she sees him perform on stage. “It may not feel like it to you, but I think you’re doing a pretty good job of figuring out who you are.” She kisses the corner of his mouth, where it ticks up in a smile first. “Always a work in progress though,” she adds.

Harry’s eyes gleamed. The sun has set fully now and the flicks of light from the few candles they lit earlier in the evening create a warm glow throughout the room. It doesn’t take Aurora long to cradle Harry’s shadowed face in her hands and pulls kiss after kiss from him.

Harry’s arms engulf Aurora and she’s pulled tight to his chest, their legs tangled together. Their mugs of tea go cold long before they remember them. After tossing the cold tea down the sink they make their way up to the master bedroom and retire for the evening.

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Aurora’s eyes light up when she steps out of the car and onto the beautiful grounds of the Villa Lante. Through the large, innately carved, moss covered arc Aurora can see an expansive green filled garden. A woman with a clipboard says hello to Harry and it seems that he’s worked with her before. Harry takes the initiative to introduce Aurora. The woman checks her list and ushers them under the Arc pointing out the row of makeshift white tents set up to the right of the fountain in front of them.

Harry Lambert is waiting outside one of the tents when the couple make their way in. Lambert greets them both and immediately Harry is pulled off to get to hair and makeup.

“How’s Italy treating you so far?” Lambert asks as he brings her into the tent that is housing the several rolling racks of clothes.

“It’s lovely,” Aurora answers before she’s fully distracted by the clothes in front of her. She runs her hands over the intricate details of each flower that’s stitched onto one of the jackets.

Lambert begins to go over the lay of the land and walk Aurora through the schedule for the day. In about an hour, Harry should be done in hair and makeup and come to them to get dressed. Aurora and Lambert begin to pull together an outfit for the first scene. They opt to start out simple and prep a solid cloudy grey jacket and lilac shirt and trousers.

Harry enters almost exactly an hour later, a tray of coffees in his hand and someone follows behind carrying another tray. There’s enough for everyone floating in and out of the tent.

“Here ya go, Ror,” Harry says, grabbing the one he’s written her name on. She thanks him as she always does. She’s nervous to say the least, but the familiarity of Harry bringing her a coffee eases the nerves a little.

Once Harry’s dressed in the suit, Lambert and Aurora take a step back to make any adjustments needed. Harry’s hair is the longest it’s been in a while and the stylists have got it set and curled just right. Aurora remembers a gold hair piece she saw earlier on the table. Grabbing it, she hovers it over Harry's head to see what Lambert thinks before placing it in his hair.

“Yes, absolutely,” Lambert approves.

As aurora rounds to the front of Harry to face him he purses his lips, suppressing a smile. She rolls her eyes minutely at his hidden expression and focuses on the task on hand. Twisting the crownlike headband in her hand she lets out a huff.

“Will ya bend down for me, Har?” He does as he’s asked and smiles up at her through his eyelashes. She scrunches her nose at him as she tries to hide a smile now.

She places the gold crown on his head, adjusts it lightly and moves one curl so it doesn’t cover the detail at the center of it.

“You look like a prince,” she comments, only loud enough for Harry to hear.

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“Ya really think I looked like a prince?” Harry asks from where he’s standing across the kitchen, glass of wine in his hand.

Aurora’s busy at the stove top as she laughs at him. “You’re not gonna let this go, huh?” she asks as she turns around. The blue apron she has tied around her waist is starting to get dirty as she moves through the recipe she has pulled up on her phone.

Her and Harry had stopped at the local shop to get food for the week and Aurora offered to make dinner for the 2 of them tonight. When they got back and Aurora started cooking Harry was instructed that his only job was to drink wine once the groceries were put away. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying watching Aurora work around the kitchen.

Harry shakes his head, “Definitely not going to let it go,” he answers. Sipping his wine he walks over to Aurora. “So what are we having?” Harry thinks he could do this the rest of his life. Sneaking away on trips with Rory, watching her move around an unfamiliar kitchen like it’s her own, sharing quiet evenings and all that consumes their heads like they did the night before.

“It’s my dad's recipe, toasted ravioli, but I’ve never made it with fresh made ravioli, only ever frozen. The first few might be failures, we’ll see.”

“Smells good!” Harry compliments, resting his hip against the counter, smiling at her.

“My dad always made it for big occasions or celebrations growing up. Now he’ll make it when all of us are home, still kind of a celebration then, I guess.”

“What’re we celebrating?”

“Hmmm,” Aurora begins, “not sure, guess I just wanted to make you dinner.”

“How about we celebrate this?” Aurora’s eyebrows knit together in confusion but before she can get out a word he’s connecting their lips.

The kiss is languid and passionate. Aurora sets the utensil she had in her hand on the counter so she can wrap her arms around his shoulders. Harry pulls away and rests his forehead against hers.

“I love you.”

Aurora’s eyes go wide and she feels tears prickle at her waterline and squeezes her eyes shut. She opens them just as quickly. A flush creeps up on her face as Harry’s eyes bore into her own, his green iris’ full of nothing but compassion and love. Aurora kisses him quickly so she can relay her feelings and get the 3 exact same words out to him.

“I love you, too,” she whispers against his lips.

They would stand there in the kitchen kissing for the rest of the night if the oil didn’t start spattering in the deep pot barely a foot behind Aurora. She lets out a surprised “oh,” both of them jumping at the sound. She pulls away from him, regrettably, to attend to the hot oil and the food that needs to be cooked. She sucks in a deep breath, her head a bit dizzy and lets it out as she turns the burner down just a notch before dropping the first few breaded raviolis in the oil.

Harry presses a kiss to her cheek as she watches the pot and then sits back on a stool nearby to watch her make dinner. She turns her head to him and sees him shamelessly watching her every move. Neither of them say anything. They mirror each other’s smiles. Harry smiles Aurora’s favourite smile. The one where his lips turn up so much that his gums show, his nose scrunches up and the crinkle from his nose melt into the ones that appear at his eyes. His dimples are deep and the shimmer to his eyes is nothing but another way of proving he is her sunshine.

They eat dinner on the patio in the backyard of the villa, finishing a full bottle of wine by the time they finish dinner. Harry grabs a new bottle and a blanket from inside when they move from the table to the lounge chair that faces the same sunset they watched the night before.

The light breeze and repeated whispers of ‘I love you’ back and forth are the only sounds as they watch the sun set. Aurora snuggles into Harry even more as he begins to softly sing ‘Leather and Lace.”

She falls asleep against him and Harry happily carries her up to bed. One last exchange of “I love you”s is all that is needed before they’re both fast asleep.

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“I get why you sit with me while I get ready, now,” Harry comments, talking only loud enough to be heard over Aurora’s music that’s playing softly from her phone. Aurora smiles at him in the mirror. He is sitting on a velvet covered vanity seat that was tucked away in the corner of the master bathroom until Harry pulled it out to sit with Aurora.

He admires how her delicate fingers apply her makeup. He can’t help but smile while he watches her. The red floral wrap dress she has on moves slightly as she sways along to the music, singing along every so often.

“Okay, all done!” she announces. She’s got a look on her face like she’s proud of herself and she is. She’s always enjoyed taking the time to do her make up and she’s particularly thrilled with how her eyeliner turned out today.

Harry follows her to the bedroom where their stuff is scattered around. She grabs her purse and tosses it on the bed. Last night, courtesy of Gucci, both her and Harry were sent an array of boxes and bags. She pulls the latest gucci tote out of a fresh box and sets it on the bed. Before transferring her belongings from her old, torn up purse she runs her fingers over the freshly embroidered monogram. AMDG is embroidered in red thread - Aurora Marie Del Gatto.

Once she packs her things into their place she pulls the bag over her shoulder and looks at herself in the mirror. The red lipstick she put on matches her dress and the monogram letters perfectly and her small heeled boots give her a boost of confidence.

“You look beautiful, Rory,” Harry says as he sees her reflection in the large mirror. Harry places a hand on her waist and kisses the crown of her head.

“Thank you,” she says with a sweet smile. Aurora turns to Harry and gives him an unexpected hug. He has a look of surprise on his face when they pull apart. “I’m just really grateful for all of this,” she explains.

“I didn’t buy you the purse, Ror,” he chuckles.

“No, I know that. I’m grateful for this opportunity, for being in Italy, just being here with you in general.” Harry kisses her swiftly. Harry shushes her before she continues.

“We’ve still got 2 more days of shooting left, things could go downhill from here,” he jokes, “and you’ve got 3 more days of being here with me and then we’ve got another half of tour to go through. You’ve gotta be sick of me.”

“Could never be sick of you,” she says, running a hand through his hair.

“and why’s that?” he counters.

“‘Cause I love you, that’s why.” That answer earns a kiss.

“Love you too, Rory,” he says with red stained lips.

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Harry’s body becomes flush with Aurora’s as he backs her up into the tall hedge. His hands have a strong hold on her hips and Aurora’s given up trying to push him away, letting her hands sneak around his neck.

“Someone is going to find us, Harry,” Aurora giggles into his lips.

“Alessandro called the end of the day, everyone is packing up and leaving. Nobody will find us,” he rushes out so he can press another bruising kiss to her lips.

There’s something about an ancient garden and sneaking around through a maze of tall hedges that is so romantic and thrilling at the same time. The hedges rustles as the wind blows through them and birds chirp in the late afternoon sun.

Harry toys at the bow tied at Aurora’s waist and she squeals when she feels it come loose. She yelps his name as he kisses at her collarbone. Her hands move from his chest to her dress that is daringly close to fall open completely. She ties it quickly and Harry’s hands rush to stop hers.

“Stop,” she whines, “I don’t have anything underneath.” Harry pulls away immediately and groans at her confession. His jaw drops. “Don’t give me that look, I just don’t have a bra on. Don’t need one with this dress.” She kisses the dopey look off his face. His grip on her isn’t as strong so she takes the opportunity to push him against the hedges now. She laughs at the vision in front of her. Harry’s once perfect hair is a mess and his mouth is covered in Aurora’s red lipstick. She uses her thumb to try to wipe some of it away but has no luck. “I should have some makeup wipes in my bag,” she giggles.

“Don’t worry about that now, I’m not finished,” Harry says as he surges forward, connecting their lips together.

Their laughter fills the air of Villa Lante as they chase each other around the garden, sneaking kisses behind the tall hedges. Aurora doesn’t think she’s felt this carefree and joyous in years. She feels like a kid running around a park without a worry in the world and she’s happily sharing this feeling with Harry.

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The last day of the shoot has to be Aurora’s favourite. There’s 2 suit changes and Harry looks even more like a prince with his rogue curl falling out of where the rest of his curls are pulled back by the crown. The animals on set today make Harry extra giggly and Aurora can’t help but laugh along with the crew as the small black and white goat that’s in Harry’s hands presses its nose to Harry’s chin, sniffing at his face. Harry’s face bunches up as he giggles. Aurora gazes lovingly at him.

Alessandro Michele comes up to Aurora at the end of the shoot and thanks her for her hard work and she thinks she could die right there. Harry’s strong grip on her waist is the only thing keeping herself upright. She’s admired Alessandro since he took over as Creative Director of Gucci. She thanks him up and down for the opportunity. The Gucci team sets up a small party to celebrate the end of the shoot with incredible wine and cheese boards.

From a few feet away Harry can’t help but smile as he watches Aurora mingle with the designers, photographers, assistants and the rest of the creative team. She looks like she’s in her element and she’s glowing. Harry can’t believe he gets to love this girl for as long as she’ll let her. He sure hopes it's for a long long time.

Harry and Aurora take a final stroll through the maze of hedges as the sun sets on the beautiful garden. Aurora tries to thank Harry for giving her this opportunity but he cuts her off.

“It might have helped a small bit that I’m in love with you,” Harry says with a wink, “but your hard work is what got you here. Alessandro hired you on Lambert’s suggestion, not mine.”

“Still, I wouldn’t be here if it weren't for you.” Harry tries to speak but Aurora won’t have it. “Just let me thank you, okay?” Harry nods as Aurora reaches up to kiss him softly. “I’m kinda ready to go,” Aurora shares as she trails her hands down Harry’s chest. Her hands land on the belt of his pants as she kisses him again, this time tilting her head to kiss him deeper.

“Okay,” Harry says breathlessly when they pull apart.

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The next morning when Aurora wakes up she can’t put a finger on what she’s feeling. She’s not startled by the unfamiliar room she’s in because she can hear Harry’s slow, steady heartbeat where her head lays on his chest. She moves her body minuelty against Harry, snuggling in closer and is reminded of last night when her bare chest slides against his and his arms wrap tighter around her. A sigh leaves her mouth before pressing a light kiss to the skin of his chest that is nearest her lips.

“Just a few more minutes, Ror.” Harry’s voice is low and raspy. “Tired me out last night, need some extra sleep.” Aurora groans cause even half asleep, on a peaceful morning, Harry can be a menace.

She looks up to him through her lashes, his eyes still closed, his breathing still slow, his face soft. She recalls last night as she traces the lines of his tattoos on his torso.

When they get back to the villa Aurora pauses in the entryway as the door closes behind her. She inhales through her nose and lets the breath out through her mouth. Her fingertips are tingling but not in the way they normally do. Her whole body feels like this. Every surface of her body is tingly and Aurora’s heart is beating fast and she knows where she’s about to venture.

As she walks towards Harry, she hopes that he doesn’t ask her a question or expect her to talk right now because her voice is caught in her chest. She couldn’t speak even if she tried. She reaches her hands up to Harry’s face when she gets to him. Pulling him down to her, he obliges and kisses her lips. They kiss, standing there for as long as they both can stand it. When Aurora pulls away to catch her breath she meets Harry’s vulnerable eyes, his breathing uneven just like hers. She grabs his hand and leads him up the stairs.

It’s when she pulls her shirt over her head that Harry sucks in a breath through his teeth. Their eyes meet for a moment and Aurora hopes that he can read her just as he did that night in the bar. He dips his head down to press a kiss to her shoulder as he slowly pushes her black bra strap to the side. When he looks back to her Aurora reaches for the hem of his shirt. She kisses him softly on the lips before pulling his t-shirt over his head.

His shirt is tossed to the floor and lands somewhere unknown to either of them. Aurora lets out a short nervous laugh when she meets Harry’s eyes. Her eyes dart to his bare chest and her hands lightly trail down his skin. They pause at the laurels that are inked on his hips. The bottom of them is hidden under the waistband of his boxers and trousers. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of his black trousers. Harry has a hand holding the back of Aurora’s head, tilting it sideways as he presses kiss after kiss down her neck and across her shoulder and over her collarbone. He pauses his actions when he feels Aurora fumble with the button on his trousers.

“Ror,” he says softly, his hands going to her wrists to pause her actions as well. She looks up to him. “Seems like you’re better at getting me in clothes than getting me out of them,” he says with a light chuckle. Aurora lets out all of the air that’s in her chest through her nose, it’s an equally annoyed and frustrated release.

“Do you want me to take your clothes off or not?” There’s a hint of mischievousness to her tone.

Harry’s head drops back, a groan coming from the back of his throat. “Are you sure, Ror?” Harry’s voice is soft and serious, but it doesn’t lack compassion or love or lust, even.

Aurora’s chest feels hot, her cheeks flush and she nods because getting her voice to work right now is only going to draw this on longer. Harry carefully takes her head in his hands, the softest touch he’s had with her yet, and collides their lips. He only disconnects their lips for a moment to turn his head to the side to kiss her deeper. The next time he pulls away he speaks up, resting his forehead against hers.

“Rory, I need you to say it,” he kisses her swiftly, unable to bear the smallest amount of time not attached to her lips. “Need you to say yes, say this is what you want,” his eyes are pleading with hers. Aurora only nods as she swallows. She can hear her heartbeat in her ears and she’s sure Harry can hear it as well. His hands move to rest on her waist. Goosebumps arise all over as his rough, calloused fingertips dig into the bare skin.

Aurora closes her eyes, takes a deep breath. Her hands go to his jaw and she trails a finger along the edge of one side. “Yes, Harry, I want this,” she whispers. She looks him in the eyes as she tucks a stray curl back in its place. The green of his eyes is barely there, but still striking nonetheless. She tries to kiss the smirk off his face but when she pulls away it’s still there, dimple and all. “Will you let me take your clothes off now?” She asks, reaching back to the button of his trousers. Aurora doesn’t drop her focus to her hands and keeps her eye locked with Harry’s. She can’t help but mirror the joy on Harry's face.

It’s Harry’s turn to be speechless and he nods as Aurora continues her previous movements. She giggles as his pants come loose, the button not only sliding through the buttonhole but popping off the fabric completely. It bounces once on the floor before rolling away to a place neither of them care to figure out. They're both in fits of laughter.

Through giggles and smiles Aurora apologizes, “Sorry! I can sew that back on! I promise!” They only stop laughing when Harry takes Aurora’s face in his hands again and kisses her deeply.

“You can fix it tomorrow. We’ve got much more important things at hand,” he says between kisses. Aurora works his now unbuttoned pants over his bum and he helps her push them down so he can step out of them. All whilst kissing her again and again, he manages to move them towards the bed that they’ve been calling theirs for the past few days.

Aurora begins to work her mouth down the side of Harry's neck. She smiles into the next kiss at his collarbone when she can not only hear, but feel the low groan Harry makes as it rattles his chest. She feels Harry’s hands move from her waist to the front of her pants. Now returning the favour, he ceremoniously drags Aurora’s jeans off her.

She’s been here before with Harry, but anything that comes next is new territory. She wants it, the flutter at the bottom of her stomach tells her so. Her ever quickening heartbeat reminds her this is real and that she really does love the man that is worshiping her right now.

Aurora’s eyes follow his every move. They flutter when he places a soft kiss to the skin above the waistband of her underwear. His lips leave a heated path from there, up the center of her stomach and to her sternum. He sucks lightly at her collarbone before he kisses her on the lips again. Both of their chests are rising and falling rapidly, from the lack of oxygen because they can’t stop kissing or from the nerves that are coursing through the both of them, neither are sure. A combination of both most likely. Though the nerves are there, Aurora feels more confident than she ever has before.

She’s been naked and vulnerable with someone before, but never has she felt this. She feels like baring her entire self to Harry right now is the best moment of her life. She feels free and unashamed of the small marks here or there on her skin. The patch of hair she missed when she shaved her legs last doesn’t even cross her mind. The unmatching, probably ripped pair of underwear she has on doesn’t bother her. The stretch marks that cover her breasts, which she has hated her whole adult life, are nothing to be ashamed of and so she takes this new found confidence and reaches back to the clasps on her bra. As she unhooks them, she realises that her confindence and sureness in herself isn’t just because it’s Harry who stands in front of her. Yes, he is the one who has created the space for her to feel like this but she’s really here because of herself. She’s proud of who she is and all she is because she’s made progress, even in a short few months. Aurora will reflect back on this moment for years to come, regardless if her and Harry aren’t the same as they are now. The Aurora that left home to go on tour is not the same Aurora that is standing here now, pulling the straps of her bra off her shoulders.

When she really looks at Harry she has to give him credit. He is part of the reason she’s standing here. He’s taught her in a few short, crazy weeks that being vulnerable is okay. That sticking around and fighting for something is worth it. That letting go and being open to love is perfectly okay. She doesn’t feel the need to pretend that she’s comfortable. Not for herself. Not for Harry. She really is okay right now.

As the fabric of her bra hits the floor, Harry’s face shows nothing but love as his eyes dart from the newly uncovered skin, to her lips, to her eyes and back. His hands move from her hips, up the side of her body and graze the side of breasts. She lets out a shaky breath.

“I love you,” he reminds Aurora. “I love you so much, Rory,” he repeats.

“Harry,” she breathes out, her hands going to rest on his chest, smoothing over the skin before she reciprocates the gesture, “love you, too,” she rushes out. And then they’re kissing and Harry is guiding her down to the bed.

Northern lights and sunshine could never exist at the same time. It’s not possible in this universe. Except for right now, as Harry stares down at Aurora and Aurora back up at him. There’s nothing between their 2 bodies that can get in the way. He’s shining more than Aurora’s ever seen and Harry is seeing new colours. In a different world, their bodies melding together, would look like bursts of sunlight weaving through the bright colours of the Northern Lights. A sight that would surely stop anyone in their tracks.

The morning sun now shines through the gauzy white curtains and Aurora is pulled out of her thoughts as Harry lightly grazes his hand up and down her bare back. Goosebumps appear in the wake of his fingertips. She lifts her head up to look at him clearly. His eyes are barely open but the sun shining through the window makes the green of his eyes an almost silver colour with dark green edges. He smiles softly down at her. Aurora can’t help but smile back. She slides her leg all the way over his hips and presses their chests together, laying down on top of him. Harry pulls the crisp white sheet as she moves and leaves it low but covering their bottom halves. Harry wraps his arms around Aurora and hugs her to him. They don’t move for a long while. They spend the majority of the sunny morning passing kisses back forth.

Sunshine and the Northern Lights could never exist together, yet here in this villa too big for just the 2 of them, Aurora and Harry exist as one.

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Compilation of the outfits Harry wore on stage during his first solo world tour.

As it was confirmed in September, Harry wore a selection of Gucci pieces (some custom and some from recent runway collections) for his first solo world tour with the exception of one show where he opted for a custom Givenchy suit. Links to individual posts about the looks can be found under the cut. ©

SEPT. 19: San Francisco, The Masonic - Custom Gucci suit

SEPT. 20: Los Angeles, Greek Theatre - Custom Gucci suit

SEPT. 25: Nashville, Ryman Auditorium - Custom Gucci suit

SEPT. 26: Chicago, The Chicago Theatre - Custom Gucci suit

SEPT. 28: New York City, Radio City Music Hall - Custom Gucci suit

SEPT. 30: Boston, Boch Center Wang Theatre - Custom Gucci suit

OCT. 01: Washington D.C., Dar Constitution Hall - Custom Gucci trousers

OCT. 04: Toronto, Massey Hall - Custom Gucci suit

OCT. 05: Upper Darby, Tower Theatre - Custom Gucci suit

OCT. 08: Atlanta, Coca-Cola Roxy - Custom Gucci trousers

OCT. 10: Irving, The Pavillon - Custom Gucci trousers

OCT. 11: Austin, ACL Live At The Moody Theater - Custom Gucci suit

OCT. 14: Phoenix, Comerica Theatre - Custom Gucci trousers

OCT. 25: Paris, L’Olympia - Custom Gucci suit

OCT. 27: Cologne, Palladium Köln - Custom Gucci suit

OCT. 29: London, Eventim Apollo Hammersmith - Custom Gucci suit

OCT. 30: London, Eventim Apollo Hammersmith - Gucci Fall 2017 suit

NOV. 01: Manchester, O2 Apollo Manchester - Gucci Resort 2018 suit

NOV. 02: Glasgow, SEC Armadillo - Gucci Fall 2016 suit

NOV. 05: Stockholm, Fryshuset - Custom Gucci suit

NOV. 07: Berlin, Tempodrom - Custom Gucci suit

NOV. 08: Amsterdam, AFAS Live - Gucci Resort 2018 suit

NOV. 10: Milan, Alcatraz - Gucci Spring 2016 suit

NOV. 23: Singapore, The Star Theatre - Custom Gucci suit

NOV. 26: Sydney, Enmore Theatre - Fall 2016 Gucci suit

NOV. 30: Melbourne, Forum Theatre - Custom Gucci suit

DEC. 02: Auckland, Spark Arena - Custom Gucci suit

DEC. 07: Tokyo, Ex Theater Roppongi - Custom Givenchy suit

DEC. 08: Tokyo, Ex Theater Roppongi - Custom Gucci suit

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juliandmouton30 · 7 years ago

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Mies van der Rohe had a lasting effect on my aesthetic, says Virgil Abloh

Fashion designer and Kanye West's creative director Virgil Abloh is the latest name to team up with IKEA. In this interview, he speaks about his cult clothing brand, the connection between streetwear and modernist architecture, and the influence of Ludwig Mies van der Rohe on his work.

Abloh is one of fashion's rising stars and a longtime collaborator of rapper Kanye West. Together they have produced music videos and tour sets. Abloh has also worked closely with artists and designers like Peter Saville and Es Devlin during his 15 years as a creative director.

He was tipped to take over from Riccardo Tisci at Givenchy, before the luxury fashion house quelled the rumours earlier this year.

Abloh's own clothing line, Off-white, has gained a cult following similar to that of brands like Vetements and Supreme since launching in 2013, and is a favourite of young influential celebrities like Kendall and Kylie Jenner, and Gigi Hadid.

"Of all those experiences, patiently working on the other projects, being inspired, meeting a lot of interesting people – that helped me form my own vision," he told Dezeen, ahead of a talk at the Rhode Island School of Design in April.

Virgil Abloh is one of fashion's rising stars and the latest designer announced to collaborate with IKEA. Portrait by Fabien Montique.

However it is the 36-year-old's latest partnership that has brought him to the attention of the furniture world. Earlier this month, IKEA revealed it will be working with Abloh to produce a collection aimed at millennials moving into their first homes.

The Chicago native studied structural engineering at the University of Wisconsin, before returning to his home city to study architecture at the Illinois Institute of Technology, for which Mies van der Rohe designed the main campus and many of its buildings.

The architect – one of the 20th century's most influential – also directed the university's architecture programme, and Abloh believes that this teaching directly influenced his tastes.

"Studying architecture in Crown Hall had a lasting effect on my aesthetic," he said. "But not only my aesthetic. The sort of thought process that went into modernism, or an international style of architecture where one aesthetic can exist in different cultures."

"That's how I think of fashion and the branding," he added.

Abloh's streetwear brand Off-white is recognisable for its hazard-tape striped motifs

When the IKEA partnership was announced, Abloh suggested that he might put a new spin on the brand's iconic Fratka bag – as many others have done following Balenciaga's £1,705 version released in April.

This is indicative of his way of elevating mundane items or symbols, to give them new status and create a "universal language".

It echoes his approach to designs for Off-white's clothing, recognisable for its hazard-tape striped motifs. Abloh said that his use of generic shapes and materials connects his streetwear with modernist architecture.

"It's something that's just readily available, it's almost like you can't patent it in a way," said Abloh. "But that's how I arose at that connection. A lot of that visual language was inspired by a principle of architecture."

Off-white's stores, including this one in Hong Kong, are designed by Family New York

Based in Milan, the brand currently has eight retail spaces internationally, in cities including Hong Kong, Tokyo, Toronto, Seoul and London, with a ninth coming soon.

For the majority of the store interiors, Abloh has enlisted young studio Family New York – founded by the former OMA architects behind the Plus Pool proposal for the East River. "We're like the same type of architecture students," said Abloh, who works closely with the architects to realise his vision for the spaces.

"Whether it's the overarching branding of the clothing line, which is what a brand literally is, and then the spaces – storage, retail, concepts and all those things – I work on those within Off-white."

IKEA to collaborate with Virgil Abloh for millennial-focused furniture collection

The IKEA collaboration won't be Abloh's first foray into the furniture industry. Last year he debuted his first set of collectible pieces at Design Miami, which echoed Off-white's minimal branding.

Few details have been revealed about his affordable range, which will launch in 2019, but Abloh suggested he plans to work with students on the pieces.

"You just have to come with a unique perspective, which is actually simple," he said of his approach to creative projects. "Look at the market, see what's out there and propose something that's a point of difference."

Read an edited version of the transcript from our interview with Virgil Abloh below:

Dan Howarth: Could you tell me a bit about your background; where you came from, how you got to where you are now?

Virgil Abloh: I'm just like any other kid, growing up in the 90s as a teenager. Wanting to be a part of culture in a unique way. So I started off from being a skateboarding kid – was into hiphop and all that.

I got into formal education, studied structural engineering at University of Wisconsin in Madison and then studied architecture at Illinois Institute of Technology. Those two sort of schools of thought obviously got me into design, building buildings, how they stand up, the idea about how those two things converge.

After that I've just been in a field of creative direction for other artists, for a large part of the last 10-15 years.

Off all those experiences, patiently working on the other projects, being inspired, meeting a lot of interesting people – that helped me form my own vision.

I started a project called Off-white, which is a clothing label, but embedded in that is also an opportunity to design a number of things besides the clothing, whether it's the overarching branding of the clothing line, which is what a brand literally is, and then the spaces – storage, retail, concepts and all those things – I work on those within Off-white.

Dan Howarth: How has your background informed the fashion side of Off White?

Virgil Abloh: One of the main premises I formulated for the brand was based on modernism. The Illinois Institute of Technology is a Mies van der Rohe curriculum and campus. Studying architecture in Crown Hall has had a lasting effect on my aesthetic. But not only my aesthetic.

The sort of thought process that went into modernism, or an international style of architecture where one aesthetic can exist in different cultures – a skyscraper can be in Tokyo, London, Jakarta and have one aesthetic that marks throughout them all, with local differences.

That's how I think of fashion and the branding, with these diagonal lines that are a universal language to represent hazard, or caution or something. That became the branding on the clothing – that's what the most recognisable print is for Off-white.

But it's something that's just readily available, it's almost like you can't patent it in a way. But that's how I arose at that connection. A lot of that visual language was inspired by a principle of architecture.

A lot of Off-white's visual language was inspired by a principle of architecture

Dan Howarth: Another one of modernism's aims was for good design to be available to as many people as possible. Was that also something you wanted to achieve with the brand?

Virgil Abloh: Yeah, more so the industrial revolution that influenced the modernist aesthetic. Same as the process of making clothes in America, like streetwear – the genre of fashion that I participate in – it's made of readily available materials and things that are recognisable, much in the same way as the international style. [Modernist] architecture was influenced by readily available steel sections, that sort of correlation.

Dan Howarth: Of the artists that you've worked with, Kanye is one of the big ones. How did the relationship with him impact your brand?

Virgil Abloh: In my interviews I don't talk about his project or things like that, it makes it easier. He speaks on his projects, I don't talk about the work that I do with him.

Dan Howarth: But what you did with him must have influenced the projects that you have going on now?

Virgil Abloh: More of my sort of multitasking, we both work a lot. I work with him, I work with a number of artists that have different paces to their work or what they're trying to express, but I made my project an outlet for my views and how I think about things.

Dan Howarth: What do you think about the "see now, buy now" trend occurring in fashion at the moment?

Virgil Abloh: I've used it a bit to launch specific things. I think the rise of that sort of thought process in terms of fashion is right on par with how fashion can modernise itself to the point in which people see something to which they can buy immediately, to which that design is thought of. I'm interested in it too.

To me it's a marketing thing – it's consumer facing, figuring out when do people need to purchase something new. When is there fever to buy it. Whether it needs to be in the culture, which takes six months before they can understand it and want to participate in it, or if it's like, "Hey, I just saw that. I want it now."

Family New York and I are the same type of architecture students

Dan Howarth: There are so many fashion companies these days. How do you build a brand that's unique?

Virgil Abloh: I just make something that relates to my personal tastes. I think there is a lot of creativity happening at once, so it is hard, but is no different than anything else, or any other time period in art. I'm assuming that it was the same sort of pace.

You just have to come with a unique perspective, which is actually simple. Look at the market, see what's out there and propose something that's a point of difference.

Dan Howarth: How do you use social media as a part of the way that you work?

Virgil Abloh: That, I think, is modern. It's the way that people communicate and share ideas and trends and things exist, because of these devices to share. I use it in a way where it very much shows what's going on under the hood of the brand. It shows what I'm working on.

It's a little bit of like a magazine, if you will.

Dan Howarth: How many stores do you have for Off-white?

Virgil Abloh: About eight, in Hong Kong, Tokyo, Toronto, Seoul, London. I'm working on the ninth one now.

Dan Howarth: Do you work with different designers for each of those spaces?

Virgil Abloh: I generally work with Family New York, a small architecture firm that we've done almost all of those spaces with.

We're like the same type of architecture students. They worked at OMA and they're just starting a younger practice. I wanted to work with someone continually on ideas.

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