Melissa’s POV
I slowly woke up on the couch. The boys were in their rooms but I was too busy trying to wake up. I remembered that I was leaving tomorrow. I couldn’t I didn’t want to go back to London where my whole family would beat up on me for losing my father’s ashes. I grabbed my phone and dialed Imperial College.
Harry’s POV
I was searching my luggage for the promise ring. Got it! Good, I’m giving it to her tomorrow before she leaves. It’s going to be so romantic.
Melissa’s POV
“I’m sorry, I know this is the second time and I get no more chances like this. I’m sorry!” I whispered.
The Imperial Headmaster was yelling at me and I couldn’t think straight. Anger was filling up in me. “You will never become an author!” he hung up.
“Good.” I murmured.
I stepped back into our room to find Harry sitting on the bed smiling. Ugh, now I have to tell him the bad news. No, not yet. I’m telling him after I get the tattoo!
“Hey, Liam and I planned on doing something tonight. Brother Sister Stuff. Is that okay with you?” I asked.
“Definitely.” He smiled.
“Thanks.” I gave him a brief kiss.
I got up and left the room. I knew Harry was behind me for some reason. I kissed him and he held me there. I was leaving to get some ink on me. Yet, I had no idea what I was going to do. I wanted something small. Nothing big so than if we ever break up that I won't have to look at the huge mistake I made. I grabbed Liam and we were just walking around town. We went to a cafe for breakfast though.
“So any idea what you’re going to get yet? Where are you going to get it? Do you want me to hold your hand?” Liam asked. He was so happy that I told him I guess because he was very jumpy.
“No, but I want something small.” I whispered. I was starting to change my mind on this. No, I made an agreement. I wanted to show my love to him. He’s done so much already.
“Ready?” Liam asked me.
I should have said ‘No, I’m too big of a baby to do this!’ but I didn’t. “Yes.” Damn it.
We arrived at tattoo parlor and I grabbed Liam's arm for support. I felt really light headed. Was I going to faint? No, I refuse. Harry must've felt like this before getting his first tattoo. Ugh, I hope I wasn't going to get addicted to ink like Zayn. Man, he has some tattoos that I don't even understand. We got to the back and I sat down and Liam held my left hand. I started breathing fast. I looked around at the selection while we waited for our tattoo artist to come in. I looked at my right handed ring finger. I remembered being in peace when I first met Harry. He made everything peaceful. I forgot about Chad for a while until they started questioning me. I knew what to put on my ring finger and I was smiling.
