Palas

60."I love you Lexie."

8. But most of all have FUN!

Time moved slow yet fast in Palas for the last two months and somehow we have reached the end of my stay here. It is time to go back to cold England and hug the life out of my dad. Although I can't wait to see him, I also don't want to go.

Palas has become more than a home to me than I ever thought was possible. Palas has become what holds my most important home; Harry.

It is amazing how well we have been and we have survived Palas as friends and as a couple although we still haven't said the words, we sure as hell acted like one. We put Louis and Ava to shame with our fighting and our make out sessions in public.

"Maybe we should go to dinner tonight? Just the two of us," I ask Harry as we sit on my balcony on this last day.

"Just the two of us," he starts to sing and I kick his chair.

"I'm serious."

"So am I about my singing," he counters back and I kick his chair again.

"Well?"

"We could," he answers but I know he has other ideas. "We could also go to the parlor and get another tattoo?"

This gets my attention as he would have thought. "What do you want to get?"

"That's a surprise," he answers.

"As long as it is not my name," I joke.

"Never, but maybe another name?" He teases his idea that he clearly already thought through.

"Just tell me," I plead not feeling the need to get another tattoo without knowing the design. I don't need to prove to him that I trust him. That is more than obvious for everyone to see.

"I was thinking to get the tattoo most people get here besides of course their girlfriends name on their chest," he jokes and I laugh with him. A lot of people are that stupid, although after four months shared with Harry I would maybe be just as stupid. I have been blind for Harry but once I opened my eyes, I have been blindly in love and that makes you a bit stupid. Luckily for us, Harry keeps us grounded.

"What do they get then?"

"Palas in letters of course."

I think about it and eventually Palas seems like the best option to get. Palas is everything in one. It will be sure as hell a tattoo with a story to entertain my future kids.

"In Greek lettering?" I wonder and Harry nods happily. We're on the same page.

"Let's do it." I stand up and Harry follows me outside.

We have to walk since Harry and I already brought our vehicles back. Tonight we will have to use the bus to get to the airport.

As we watch beautiful Palas, I think about everything this tattoo will mean to me. The palm tree reminds me of that day where I choose Harry over James and that even when everything goes to shit, there can still be some light.

This tattoo though, will mean a lot more. It will mean that facing your fears is terrifying, but in the end can give you all the things you need. It reminds me of the first two months where I was struggling to find out who I really am. Which parts are me and which parts are there because I thought they needed to be to please others.

The last two months remind me of Harry struggling with his fear. It hasn't been easy. He has pushed me away more than once, afraid to truly commit. On the boat it was natural, but once we got back in Palas, I had to prove over and over that I really love him. That I am not his mother and am going to turn his back on him after a fight, or after he does something I don't agree on.