The Tweet That Changed His Life (Dark Harry)
Chapter 8
When we woke, everyone had left for work so we had the house to ourselves. We were now sitting on the couch bored out of our minds when suddenly Harry jumped from his seat on the couch next to me and sprinted up the stairs, I decided to follow him. He was ruffling through his suitcase trying to find something; finally he brought out a box. I peered over his shoulder to see what it was, a tattoo kit. I know he was no stranger to tattoos, as he had started quite a collection, but I didn’t know he did his own.
“Harry why have you got that out” I asked him worried.
“I kinda feel like a tattoo” he replied back, setting it up. He also pulled out a permanent marker. “Would you like to give me one?” he said looking up from his place on the floor. “Or get one yourself” he said ending with a wink.
“Uh uhm I-I don’t know or how” I said stuttering.
“Why are you nervous Poppy? You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” He said getting up and winding his arms around my waist. He guided me over to the floor where he had put some towels down.
“What do you think I should get?” he asked me picking up the permanent marker. I sucked up my nerves and took the pen from his hand making him smirk.
“Uncross your legs” I said to him and sat between them, I bent my left knee and placed his left hand on it so I had access to his wrist. He wrapped his free arm around my waist and pulled me closer. I felt his chin rest on my shoulder, looking to see what I was going to do.
“I can’t change, I’ve always wanted a tattoo that says that.” He said into my ear. (P.s I know Ed Sheeran supposedly did that on him, but just go with it)
“Why’s that Harry?” I said leaning my back into his chest. He placed a soft kiss at the base of my neck and took a breath.
“Well, I think as someone under the public eye and always being told to be someone that I’m not, that I shouldn’t change for anybody or anything, so I think this would be a great daily reminder to myself not to ever let fame get to my head and act like one of those stupid famous pricks.”
“I’m glad you’ve thought this through.” I said back smiling and drawing the phrase in capitals letters carefully.
****
We wrapped the red tattooed area on his wrist, which I had been taught to tattoo. I think it came out pretty great. After seeing that it didn’t look like it hurt too much, I decided I wanted to get something as well. I was turning 18 soon… I had been accepted into med school and had finished school now waiting for the university term to start. Harry was drawing something with the permanent marker to see if I would like not letting me see until he was done.
“Da-Dah! Look now!” he said bringing the inside of my wrist closer to my face. It was an outline of a love heart. I smiled up at him, kissing his lips softly.
“To show my love for you” he said bringing his face down closer to mine and kissing me again.
“It’ll be done quick so it won’t hurt for too long.” He said looking deeply into my eyes. He brought the pen down to my skin and a quick prick happened, after the repeated process and my wrist starting to burn, the pain and my first tattoo was over. I looked down to the finished tattoo and took a photo of it and tagged Harry on twitter.
“@Harry_Styles tattooed me :)”
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_zpbvuOW-s/TlAORhod9VI/AAAAAAAAAns/s4fozadYeu0/s1600/ll2.jpg
I locked my phone before I could read the replies and Harry kissed my forehead, then wrapped my wrist up like his, matching. He took a photo of our matching bandaged wrists and put it on twitter and tagged me also. He started giggling to himself looking down at the replies on twitter.
“What’s so funny Haz?” I asked curiously.
“The fans are all freaking out and wanting to know what my tattoo is” he said continuing to laugh.
The rest of the day we just chilled and watched movies and ate since we didn’t want to hurt our wrists. Harry smiled down at me and rested his wrapped up wrist next to mine on my thigh.
“My Mum is probably going to come home thinking were suicidal or smacking me over the head for giving you a tattoo.” He says lying down on the couch and putting his head in my lap. I brushed back his curls and ran my fingers through his hair, his eyes closing and a small smile coming up on his lips.
“Your birthday is coming up soon Poppy. Are you excited?” he said taking hold of my free hand, that wasn’t brushing through his curls.
“Yeah, finally going to be an adult” I said giggling getting distracted staring at his lips.
“Stop staring at me Poppy, I can feel you looking at me.” I just giggled at his insecurities. I felt Harry squeeze my hand, I squeezed back, he moved his hand around so our fingers were entwined and brought our hands up to his mouth and kissing the top of my hand.
“Don’t stop” he said huskily, his lips sucking on my hand, as my hand went back to brushing through his hair. This went on until he fell asleep and I rested back on the couch also, falling to sleep.
“Harry why have you got that out” I asked him worried.
“I kinda feel like a tattoo” he replied back, setting it up. He also pulled out a permanent marker. “Would you like to give me one?” he said looking up from his place on the floor. “Or get one yourself” he said ending with a wink.
“Uh uhm I-I don’t know or how” I said stuttering.
“Why are you nervous Poppy? You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” He said getting up and winding his arms around my waist. He guided me over to the floor where he had put some towels down.
“What do you think I should get?” he asked me picking up the permanent marker. I sucked up my nerves and took the pen from his hand making him smirk.
“Uncross your legs” I said to him and sat between them, I bent my left knee and placed his left hand on it so I had access to his wrist. He wrapped his free arm around my waist and pulled me closer. I felt his chin rest on my shoulder, looking to see what I was going to do.
“I can’t change, I’ve always wanted a tattoo that says that.” He said into my ear. (P.s I know Ed Sheeran supposedly did that on him, but just go with it)
“Why’s that Harry?” I said leaning my back into his chest. He placed a soft kiss at the base of my neck and took a breath.
“Well, I think as someone under the public eye and always being told to be someone that I’m not, that I shouldn’t change for anybody or anything, so I think this would be a great daily reminder to myself not to ever let fame get to my head and act like one of those stupid famous pricks.”
“I’m glad you’ve thought this through.” I said back smiling and drawing the phrase in capitals letters carefully.
****
We wrapped the red tattooed area on his wrist, which I had been taught to tattoo. I think it came out pretty great. After seeing that it didn’t look like it hurt too much, I decided I wanted to get something as well. I was turning 18 soon… I had been accepted into med school and had finished school now waiting for the university term to start. Harry was drawing something with the permanent marker to see if I would like not letting me see until he was done.
“Da-Dah! Look now!” he said bringing the inside of my wrist closer to my face. It was an outline of a love heart. I smiled up at him, kissing his lips softly.
“To show my love for you” he said bringing his face down closer to mine and kissing me again.
“It’ll be done quick so it won’t hurt for too long.” He said looking deeply into my eyes. He brought the pen down to my skin and a quick prick happened, after the repeated process and my wrist starting to burn, the pain and my first tattoo was over. I looked down to the finished tattoo and took a photo of it and tagged Harry on twitter.
“@Harry_Styles tattooed me :)”
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_zpbvuOW-s/TlAORhod9VI/AAAAAAAAAns/s4fozadYeu0/s1600/ll2.jpg
I locked my phone before I could read the replies and Harry kissed my forehead, then wrapped my wrist up like his, matching. He took a photo of our matching bandaged wrists and put it on twitter and tagged me also. He started giggling to himself looking down at the replies on twitter.
“What’s so funny Haz?” I asked curiously.
“The fans are all freaking out and wanting to know what my tattoo is” he said continuing to laugh.
The rest of the day we just chilled and watched movies and ate since we didn’t want to hurt our wrists. Harry smiled down at me and rested his wrapped up wrist next to mine on my thigh.
“My Mum is probably going to come home thinking were suicidal or smacking me over the head for giving you a tattoo.” He says lying down on the couch and putting his head in my lap. I brushed back his curls and ran my fingers through his hair, his eyes closing and a small smile coming up on his lips.
“Your birthday is coming up soon Poppy. Are you excited?” he said taking hold of my free hand, that wasn’t brushing through his curls.
“Yeah, finally going to be an adult” I said giggling getting distracted staring at his lips.
“Stop staring at me Poppy, I can feel you looking at me.” I just giggled at his insecurities. I felt Harry squeeze my hand, I squeezed back, he moved his hand around so our fingers were entwined and brought our hands up to his mouth and kissing the top of my hand.
“Don’t stop” he said huskily, his lips sucking on my hand, as my hand went back to brushing through his hair. This went on until he fell asleep and I rested back on the couch also, falling to sleep.
7/3/13