Tattoos On The Heart

“Ah!! Harry, please—stop!!!!” I screeched through my laughter as Harry danced his fingers along my side.

“No! Not until you tell me what I want to hear!” Harry yelled as he repositioned himself so he was straddling me, while still tickling me to death.

“I’m gonna pee myself!!” I yelled as I tried to fight him off.

“Then you’d better get to talking,” Harry teased, fingers still dancing across my abdomen.

“FINE! You have really nice hair even though it looks like a big ball of grease!” I yelled and Harry stopped tickling me so he could glare at me.

“I’ll take what I can get,” he finally responded before planting a kiss on my forehead and throwing himself down beside me. I looked over at him with a triumphant smile on my face. “Oh get that look off your face. I’m just lazy.”

“Too lazy to wash your hair? Come on Harold, I’m disappointed,” I teased him as I played with his ring clad fingers.

“As the girl of my interest you can’t judge me, little miss cancer stick smoker,” he said as he rolled over so he was hovering over me.

“Oh fuck off. At least I shower and shave my legs frequently,” I told him as I pushed his hair back. “My smoking is just a dirty habit and I haven’t smoked one cigarette today.”

“I know, babe. I’m so proud,” Harry said before lowering his lips on top of mine. I smiled into the kiss before throwing him off of me and getting up. “What was that for?”

“You have sound check in an hour and I have to get dressed,” I told him before grabbing my clothes from my bag. I slid Harry’s briefs off my slender frame and replaced them with a pair of denim shorts and exchanged his shirt for my Pink Floyd baseball tee.

“I’m so glad you have the same taste in music as me,” Harry commented as he walked up behind me and placed his hands on my hips and pressed a kiss to my neck.

“You’re trying to procrastinate getting ready, and as lovely as a repeat of last night sounds…we both know we can’t be late again,” I told him while stepping out of his embrace.

“Fine woman,” Harry said before walking into the bathroom and turning the shower on.

“Wash you’re fucking hair!” I yelled as I sat on the bed and pulled my high-top grey and black studded converse on.

“Bitch!” I heard Harry yell from the bathroom, causing me to roll my eyes at him.

We were in Dallas now, and things with Harry are good. We both remembered the entire night in Houston and just went along with where things left off that night. We did finally have sex. It was everything a directioner could possibly dream of. For his age, he’s really fucking good. The way that he took care of me was just, I can’t even describe it without getting turned on. And his bottom half is just as scrumptious as his top half when no clothes are involved, the guy took care of himself. We’re comfortable with one another in every situation.

“You’re drooling,” Harry said as he stood behind me in the mirror, wearing just a towel and dripping wet. I pulled my eyeliner away from eye to look at him through the mirror.

“No I’m not,” I said, with a roll of my eyes. “I see you washed your hair.”

“You ask and you shall receive,” Harry said while smiling at me. I smiled at back him before shaking my head. “By the way you were totally drooling. Were you thinking about how godly I am in bed, hmm?” He whispered into my ear, causing my body to shutter with excitement. I hated how Harry made me feel because no guy hasever made me feel so vulnerable and soft. Snapping my head out of the gutter I slyly sneaked my free hand backwards and ripped his towel off. But the effect I was hoping would happen, didn’t. Instead of him freaking out he just stood there in all his glory, with a dumb grin on his face.

“Ugh, fuck you,” I said before sliding out from between him and the dresser and throwing my belongings in my purse.

“I’m sorry I’m comfortable with being naked,” Harry said as he finished getting dressed and shoved his wallet and phone into the pockets of his jeans. “Come on, everyone’s probably waiting on us.”

I looked at my watch before looking at Harry, “we’re late…again.”

“Fashionably late,” he said while grabbing my hand and lacing our fingers together as we walked out of our room and down the hall to the elevator.

Once we got to the lobby of the hotel a body guard informed us that the rest of the guys were waiting for us in the car. Harry dragged me over towards the front door, which was surrounded by hundreds of screaming girls, and went to open the door before I pulled him to a stop and took my hand out of his.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked as he looked at me, confused as to why I removed my hand.

“I don’t want your fans to know about us, about whatever we are,” I, nervously, told him. He gave me a smile full of pity before cupping my face in his hands and looking me in the eyes.

“It’ll be okay, I’m sure they already know from the article about the cook-out,” he reassured me as he moved a piece of my hair out of my face.

“I know, but now—now we’re an almost real thing,” I told him, shifting my attention to my shoes.

“Hey, look at me,” Harry said, but I didn’t budge. “Katriona, look at me.” I slowly shifted my eyes to look him in his sparkling emerald green eyes.

“If you’re afraid they won’t approve of you, don’t be. Because it wouldn’t matter if I dated Kate Middleton, they still wouldn’t approve.”

“I’m just not ready to face the wrath of the Harry Styles worshippers,” I told him, showing concern in my eyes.

“Alright, I won’t pressure you. But I am walking beside you with my hand placed on your back, okay?” He said as he stroked my cheek. “Just so you know I’m there for you.”

I smiled at him before nodding my head. Harry returned the smile before looking at the two body guards that would be guiding us through the crowd of girls and giving them the okay. I took a deep breath before they opened the doors and my ears were met with high pitched screams. I looked at Harry with worry only to see he was dead set on getting us through the crowd and into the car. He was protecting me, which made me feel weird. He’s so young, yet so caring and responsible. Not to mention respectful to others wishes. I heard every dirty comment, each fan threw at me, but I kept telling myself to ignore them. They were just jealous because I’m friends with the guy they’re in love with. But if they really knew Harry they probably wouldn’t be in love with him because he’s a fucking freak. They’d still really like him though, he’s a likable person, which sucks. I felt some of the girls trying to grab my shirt and pull me, but every time one of them would get close to me Harry would pull me closer to him, by my waist.
Once we finally pushed through the crowd Harry was, kindly, shoving me into the black SUV. When I sat down I felt someone bump me with their shoulder and when I looked to my left I saw Zayn smiling at me. I returned the smile before looking at Harry who was trying to shut the door without hurting any fans. I turned my attention to his hand resting on his thigh and quickly picked his hand up and laced our fingers together. That caught Harry’s attention, causing him to shut the door and look at me, shooting me a smile.

“That wasn’t so bad was it?” Harry asked, a sweet smile on his face. I just faked a smile at him before rolling my eyes, causing his smile to fall. “Oh piss off, it really wasn’t that bad.”

“One of them grabbed my boob, it was weird,” I told him, a hint of laughter in my voice.

“You probably liked it,” Niall said from the backseat, a mouthful of food. I looked back at him and snatched his breakfast sandwich out of his hand.

“Oh, totally, know what else I like? Your breakfast sandwiches,” I told him, shooting him a sickly sweet smile.

“Kinky,” he said while making his eyebrows dance and wink at me. I gagged at him before eating his sandwich.

“The only thing about you that resembles a Leprechaun is your dick,” I said, and I heard the rest of the boys cackle with laughter.

“How would you know, love?” Niall asked as he leaned forward.

“Niall, you see a lot in one second SnapChat’s. Hate to break it to you, but I saw it all,” I told him, and Harry shot me a look of jealousy.

“He sent you a nude?!” Harry asked, turning to look back at Niall, giving him a glare.

“It was an accident! I meant to send it to someone else!” Niall said before throwing himself against the back of his seat and crossing his arms like a child. “Her name is dickwad in my phone, and I meant to send it to another D, okay?”

“Sure, Niall. You’re secretly in love with me and want your little leprechaun to capture my pot of gold,” I told him.

“Shove off,” Niall said before putting his headphones on and blasting his music. I smiled, because I had successfully won that argument.

“You’re mean,” Harry whispered into my ear, and I shot him a smile.

“You like it,” I told him, in which he responded with a hum of satisfaction.

- - - Three hours later - - -

The boys were still in sound check and while I sat in the 10th row watching them, playing Candy Crush Saga and doing whatever else I could, I had a smile on my face the entire time. I was watching a group of five boys banded together by music, enjoying their lives. Especially Harry, it was only a sound check yet he was treating it as if it were a real show by running around on stage, dancing, joking around and pretending there were actual fans in the empty seats and he was touching their hands or singing to him. It brought a smile to my face to watch someone who at the ripe age of sixteen had to grow up so fast, due to something he loved so much. Singing. Sure he was forced to grow up and deal with people following him everywhere, random girls everyday declaring their love for him, people trying to pry their way into his personal life, and having to be away from his family three hundred days out of the year. I don’t see how he does but watching him in shows and his sound check’s has made it clear. He loves it, he loves knowing that by touching someone’s hand in the crowd he has impacted their lives because that person could have been cutting or thinking about suicide and because their idol touched them, they stopped having those thoughts or stopped cutting. Because of a touch. Each of these boys has the magic touch when it comes to changing lives and having people knock bad habits.

It’s truly inspiring to watch how much they love what they do and know they had to grow up so fast to reach their dreams. Here I am, a twenty three old tattoo artist, living in Austin, Texas and not impacting one person’s life. As a kid growing up, that’s all I dreamed of. Hell, the thought of being able to make someone smile with my voice or the way my fingers danced along the keys of a piano. Although the only thing that held me back from carrying out those dreams were the pressures my parents, mainly my mother, put on me to succeed. Their pressure took the fun out of every minute I spent practicing, it began to feel like a chore to me. But to see these five boys on stage in front of me, made me realize they went through a competition that was like a chore, if they wanted to succeed. And they’re younger than me, and had the world’s pressure on their shoulders.

I excused myself from where I was sat and went backstage to take up shelter in an empty dressing room. On the way I grabbed Harry’s MacBook and began researching talent shows that had upcoming auditions and I stumbled across The Voice. I used to watch this show and remembered it was my favorite, it helped Cassadee Pope, a person I saw in concert with her old band Hey Monday numerous times, become the singer she was meant and dreaming to be. I voted for her every week and screamed like a little fan girl when they announced her as the winner, because I knew she deserved it. The Voice is the kind of show I want to take part in because the four main judges can only pick me by the sound of my voice and not what I look like. Surely if they could pick me based off of what I looked like, they would pick me for the wrong reasons. I had a blind audition to show those four judges what kind of music I sang and they couldn’t judge me. Before considering about trying out for the show I decided to sit on it, I had a few weeks until the deadline to make an artist profile was up and that would give me plenty of time to decide if it was something I really wanted to do. Now that I am twenty three years old and no longer have my parents telling me what to do, I can get back into the things I love and do them for all the reasons I had dreamed of doing them for.

I shut Harry’s laptop and placed off to the side before grabbing a guitar that was sitting the dressing room and strumming some chords to ‘Summertime Sadness’ by Lana Del Rey, one of my favorite singers at the moment.

I'm feelin' electric tonight
Cruising down the coast goin' by 99
Got my bad baby by my heavenly side
I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight.

Oh, my God, I feel it in the air
Telephone wires above are sizzling like a snare
Honey I'm on fire I feel it everywhere
Nothing scares me anymore—

“Absolutely beautiful.” I nearly dropped the guitar from my hands at the sound of someone’s voice coming from the doorway. When I looked over I saw Harry leaning against the doorframe and a smile adorning his face.

“You scared the shit out of me,” I said as I gently set the guitar down. Harry took that as his cue to come sit by me.

“Sorry love,” he said as he placed his arm over my shoulders and I leaned into his side. “But it was absolutely incredible. I love your voice.”

“Really?” I asked him.

“Yeah, you could do it for living.”

“I was actually thinking about that,” I, cautiously, told him. I watched him quickly turn his head in my direction.

“Seriously?” He asked, turning his body so he could face me, and I nodded my head. “Oh, um do you want me to talk to some people? Give you a little help?”

“No! I want to do it on my own.”

“Alright, alright. What made you decide this?” Harry asked as he picked a piece of hair off my shoulder and began twirling it.

“I don’t know, just watching you five on stage and seeing how much you enjoy it. Also knowing that you guys change lives just by touching people’s hands. It makes me miss singing and playing piano. I quit it for all the wrong reasons,” I opened up to him. This was the most I’d ever told anyone about my dreams of playing music, I never even told Todd these things or Bre.

“It really is amazing,” he commented. “Why did you quit?” Harry asked, and I knew he really wanted to know. His face said it all, I could always tell when he was really listening because he also had this hard look of concentration on his face when I was talking. That meant he was listening.

“It got to the point where I felt like it was a chore and that I was only playing piano and singing to please my parents. I wasn’t doing it because I loved it. And now that I don’t have the best relationship with my parents, and hanging out with you, has made me realize how much I miss it and how it used to make me feel,” I told him as I played with the hem of my shirt.

“How do you plan on making it big?”

“Well I used your laptop to research some singing shows, and I think I want to try out for The Voice. I really like the concept behind it and they have auditions coming up for the spring season,” I told him and he nodded his head to every word I said.

“I think you should do it,” Harry said and I snapped my head in his direction so fast that I could have gotten whiplash.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean you deserve and I know you will go far in the competition. Just know that I won’t be able to publicly support you because I was on the X-Factor and it wouldn’t look good. And the fans might get the wrong impression,” Harry said and I knew exactly what he meant by the fans getting the wrong impression.

“You think that your fans will think I’m using you to get famous, which I’m not, and that could cost me the competition,” I said and he nodded his head.

“I know you aren’t using me.”

“How do you know?” I asked him, this time it was me that turned my body to face him.

“Because, you’re too mean to me. And if you were, you would have already been an up and coming musician. When really, I’m the one that inspired you to get back to doing what you love,” he said as he leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “You should do it.”

“I think I will, I just have to fill out the artist profile and pick an audition date by August tenth,” I told him and he immediately grabbed his laptop and handed it to me.

“Do it now, can’t waste any time,” he said and I grabbed the laptop from his hands, with a smile, and pulled up the appropriate website and began filling out the information they needed.

Twenty minutes later and I was hitting submit for my artist profile and to reserve my spot at the Chicago auditions. I closed the laptop and set it on the coffee table in the unoccupied dressing room that held Harry and me for the time being.

“You will support me though, right?” I asked him, biting my lip from being nervous.

“Of course. I will buy all your songs on iTunes, call in and do everything. I’ll even force the lads to do the same thing. You deserve it,” he said as he ran his thumb over my cheek.

“Good.”

“Very good. I think this calls for a celebration,” Harry, seductively, said as he pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling. “A very special celebration.”

I quickly got off him and went to lock the door to the dressing room and when I turned around Harry had a condom in his hand and was unbuckling his pants. I shook my head at him before taking my shirt off as I walked back over to him. I returned to my position on Harry’s lap where we would celebrate my decision to get back into music.

If every celebration with Harry was like this, then I wanted to accomplish way more things in life. Just to receive his godly sex celebrations.

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