The next morning I woke up completely relaxed, the view of Harry’ toned back facing me, reminding me that last night was the first time I stayed at his apartment.
I yawn and stretch my toes, ready to get this day started. I have to submit a poem for the paper and decide I would do a Martin Luther King inspired one, just to show my appreciation to the deceased man.
Harry stirs next to me moving to face me now, his pink lips pursed in a pout as I try to get out of bed but his large hand grabs a hold of my wrist, stopping me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks in his groggy morning voice.
I don’t think he can get any sexier.
He pulls on my arm, making me fall back into his king sized bed without a choice. I get comfortable in the mattress facing his squinting lids since it seems like I’m not moving any time soon.
“Well, I was going to get my clothes from the car but I guess I’ll stay here”
“You can borrow some of my clothes”
I bite my lip, “You sure?”
Harry cuddles next to me, bringing my body closer to his so my head is resting on his warm chest and his head is resting atop mine.
“Course” he mumbles against my hair.
I sigh, content with my life. Not too long ago did I go to the tattoo shop, got my first tattoo and bonded with my tattoo artist. Now I’m laying in bed with him on a lazy Friday morning chilling. Life can’t get any better than this.
“This is nice” He says looking down at me.
I look up into his green eyes, looking more on the hazel side this time around.
I smile and peck his collar bone.
“Yep this is”
-
Harry and I fell back to sleep but can you blame us? The mood was just right. Nice and peaceful and warm it’s a wonder I woke up at all but Harry started getting his morning wood and I pulled away a bit startled.
It was kind of awkward but we got over it.
Anyway, we woke up at 12. I finally convinced him to get out of bed.
Harry and I walk to his and Louis’ large kitchen, trying to figure out what to eat.
“Maybe I should just order food” he says yawning.
“Why? We can cook something” I say looking into their packed fridge.
“But I don’t wanna” He whines plopping down on the stool.
I shake my head at him and pull out the necessary ingredients to making an omelet.
“Well you’re in luck honey because I will cook for you”
He instantly smiles perking up in the seat.
“I like honey, it reminds me of you” he says lowly.
I don’t think I was supposed to hear that but I did. I turn around to look at him curiously taking the eggs out of the carton.
“Did I say that out loud?”
“Yeah”
His cheeks turn a light pink and I can’t help but smile at his school boy like behavior.
“You smell like honey, that’s why I said it…”
“I smell like honey?” huh, who knew.
-
“That was the best omelet I ever tasted! Harry, we’re keeping her” Louis says practically licking the plate.
After I finished cooking, Louis came down stairs all cranky because apparently he and Niall went out drinking with Eleanor and Kimmy. Eleanor is currently sleeping soundly.
So being a good friend I made him breakfast.
“Keeping me? You make me sound like an animal” I say taking his plate and placing it in the dish washer. Their home is so modern and fancy with updated technology. I’ll be lucky if I get hot water.
“You’re my cute little animal” Harry says coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing my cheek.
Louis grins looking at us.
“So…you two are together huh?”
I look at Harry then back at Lou.
“Uh well we haven’t really discussed that” I say shrugging.
Harry and I just started dating and I really do like him but I sort of don’t want to be the first to make anything serious. Especially since it seems he just got out of a relationship or a fuck fling thing whatever you want to call it.
“Anyway, I’m going to go check on El” Louis says sensing the slightly awkward air.
There’s nothing weirder then when your friends ask you about a relationship that is technically not there.
“So I’ve been thinking” I say turning around to face Harry, who is leaning against the kitchen counter looking all sexy and what not. His arms crossed over his tanned chest causing his white shirt to rise up and show his boxers which are ridding quite low.
“Uh oh”, He says smiling.
“It’s not a bad idea I swear” I say chuckling
“I want another tattoo”
Harry looks at me, his eyebrows raised slightly as if to ask if I’m sure.
With the amount of tattoos he has, I would think he would be on bored for whenever I want mine.
“Yep, and I know exactly what and where” I say confidently.
He looks me over before moving from his position.
“Well let’s go get you tatted then”
-
Turns out, Harry keeps extra equipment in his flat (I’m starting to get use to their European term) and is able to ink me up right here in his room.
I sit on a chair my back facing Harry because this tattoo is going to be on my left shoulder blade.
As Harry is putting his gloves on and setting up the tools, I decide to play my favorite game: 20 questions.
“So, you never told me what any of your tattoos mean.”
“That’s because there’s not much of a meaning to them” he says
I turn my head to look at him wiping the needle.
“None of them have at least one meaning?” I ask again.
He stops looking at his hands, thinking about it I assume.
“Well,” he moves to show me his arm.
“This A is for my mum and I have my sister’s name in Arabic”
He shows me the small A on his forearm then the different symbols representing Gemma’s name on his upper arm.
‘He’s such a family guy’, I think unintentionally gazing at him.
Harry catches me starring and smirks.
I quickly look away knowing exactly what he’s going to say but beat him to it, “Shut it, Styles”
“I didn’t even say anything!”
“But you were going to” I say turning to see him sticking his tongue out at me.
“So the rest of your tattoos are just some randomness you felt like getting?”
“Not exactly; a lot of them have different meanings to me it may seem like complete nonsense but that’s okay, all it matters is that I like them”
Speak the truth brother.
“Ready?” he asks starting up the machine. I close my eyes and nod.
-
“Fuck shit that hurts” I whine as Harry goes over my bone.
“Sorry, love. I’m almost done hang in there”
Blah, why does art have to hurt so fucking much?
“Ow Harry!” I whine ready to cry.
I quickly wipe away a tear threatening to get out. I don’t want to seem like a wimp to someone who has their whole right arm covered but it’s hard.
“Seems like your extra sensitive back here”
“If I weren’t in so much pain, I would laugh at the double meaning” Harry laughs and whips my skin, going back in with the needle.
Mother of all that is holy.
“What is going on in here?” Eleanor asks stepping into Harry’ room wearing one of Louis’ shirts; Louis follows behind her.
“Yeah, it sounds like your having painful sex”
I try to laugh but the pain is just too much. I put my head down ready to cry like a baby.
“I’m tattooing her” Harry says still working on my art. I swear I didn’t realize how long some fucking birds would take.
“Aw poor thing, I remember when I got my thigh done it hurt like a bitch. I cussed like a sailor the whole time”
Harry chuckles from behind me, “Yeah, I remember.”
Finally, the buzzing sound stops and all I’m left with is a throbbing pain in my back.
“Okay, I’m done” I get up slowly and walk to Harry’ dresser where the mirror is. I turn around and glance back to take a look at his work.
It hurt like all hell and it probably took about 3½ hours, but it looks beautiful. I look at Harry and smile.
“I love it”
Harry walks over to me and kisses my shoulder where his baggy shirt is slipping.
“It looks amazing on you” He whispers huskily into my ear.
-
I’m staying over again. Why not? It’s not like I have anything to do tomorrow anyway and thanks to my shopping with the girls yesterday, I have new clothes. I’m just not sure when Harry is going to allow me out of the apartment to get them. Every time I try going to the car, he pulls me against him mumbling sweet words into my ear and kissing me.
I’m not complaining though.
I sit at Harry’ desk and quickly type the last words of my poem. Since the paper is set on me writing about love, I had to tweak my Martin Luther King idea. Staying within that topic, I made the girl a young African American while the boy is white. Martin Luther king was just assassinated and everyone is on edge, the two are forced away from each other from their parents but meet at city hall where the protester for peace meet. At the end, they live happily with the promise of a new generation. Sappy I know but I Harry and I were watching an old black and white film and I couldn’t help but get in the mood.
I press the ‘send’ button and my poem is off into cyber space connecting with the papers office computer.
“I finished my poem now I can relax” I say turning to face Harry who is sitting on his bed texting vigorously.
I crawl on the bed and sit next to him looking curiously over his shoulder. He glances at me with his eyebrows forward.
“What’s up?”
“My sister wants to talk to you”
OH MY GAGA.
Harry’ sister wants to talk to me, his older sister his flesh and blood. I shouldn’t be this nervous but I am!
Meeting someone in person is one thing because that way if you make a fool out of yourself they can see that your intentions are genuine and that you’re only acting like that out of nervousness and want to make a good impression.
Over the phone, she can’t tell if I’m really stupid or not.
Now you see my reluctance.
“Uh, I don’ think that would be such a good idea”
“Why not?” he asks now fully facing me
Because I don’t want to make a fool out of myself.
“I sound like a man over the phone”
What? I swear I don’t do well under pressure. This is the plant line all over again.
Harry laughs loudly and wraps his arms around me.
“Babe, you do not sound like a man. Plus, she just wants to talk to the girl who occupies my every thought” he says batting his eyelashes at me.
Oh, this Brit knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Fine, but you have to leave the room”
“What? Why?”
“Because you’ll make me nervous”
He leans in closely, his breath hitting my ear.
“Do I make you nervous now?” he says in a low deep voice.
I roll my eyes at him.
“No, you’re making me ticklish”
“You’re ticklish by your ear?”
Before I can say anything to distract his devious grin, his phone rings; Harry looks at me and hands me his Iphone.
“It’s Gemma”
“No I’m not ready!”
“Too late” he answers the phone; I burry my head in his chest.
What am I suppose to say?!
“Yeah, hold on she’s right here”
He puts the phone by my ear and I have no choice but to except it. I take a deep breath, “Hello?”
-
The conversation with Gemma went surprisingly well. I was too focused on how cute her accent was to be really nervous. Harry did end up leaving but not because I told him, because Gemma said it was time for girls to talk.
She asked me a few questions, interrogating me slightly like any big sister would. At the end of the conversation, she said she liked me and I was ecstatic over the moon. If she thought I was cool over the phone imagine how much she would like me in person.
-
“Vianna?”
“Yeah?”
Harry and I sit out on his balcony looking at the LA night sky. It’s 12:30 AM and we can’t sleep. So we decided to stay out in his balcony for a while hopping the cool breeze will lull us to sleep. And yes I said balcony, these boys are living the life and their barely 30.
“....I- uh…I’d very much like it if you would be my girlfriend”
I look up at Harry. He’s twiddling his fingers looking nervous. How can someone as confident as him be nervous?
I bite my lip smiling.
“I like you too Harry. I would love to be your girlfriend”
He grins, his smile reaching his eyes and causing his dimples to show. He cups my face in his large hands and kisses me.
The kiss is sweet but quickly turns heated.
His hand wraps around my waist to bring our bodies closer together.
I wrap my hand in his curls while the other grips his shirt tightly.
His tongue slips out and traces my bottom lip, without hesitation I let him in for our first real French kiss.
His tongue plays with mine, our lips moving in sync together like they’ve been waiting to dance forever.
The kiss only lasts a few minutes but feels like hours as we pull away. Feeling slightly daze, I look into his eyes, the same eyes that always look at me with so much intensity.
Harry’ lips brake out into a smile and he kisses me again; we stay out for the rest of the night talking not finding sleep until the sun rises again.

Notes

Their offcially together! you know what that means the dirtiness begins ;)


Just imagine it's on her left shoulder --> Via's new tattoo