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"And this . . . Is the music room." Harry grins before opening a door to some steps. "After you." He politely lets me move down the steps first and the first thing I do when I get to the bottom is gasp. It's gorgeous!

"Wow!" I can't help but walk over to the north wall where there's a bunch of different guitars hung all over. Each one is labeled Niall, Sandy, or Dan, exept one that says Harry. I look at him and give him a curious look. "You play?"

"Um . . . Sort of. Niall is teaching me, still. We just haven't had enough free time." He shrugs. I nod and walk over to look at the drums and piano.

"May I?" I ask, walking behind the gorgeous, black Grand. He nods and motions for me to go ahead. I can't help but start out with something I learned on my own time. I liked the classics I learned in class, but I always wanted to learn something everyone would know. So I had my teacher secretly teach me Chandelier by Sia. I smile softly as I start the beginning chords, quietly singing the lyrics as I go. "Party girls, don't get hurt . . . Can't feel anything, when will I learn . . . Push it down, push it down . . . " I picture the dance of the video in my head. It was how I'd heard of the song. We learned the dance in my dancing class.

"Wow, Maleah . . . " I look up and grin at Harry, but freeze as I see the other lads standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Don't stop." Liam says, frowning.

"Here." Louis runs over to the piano and sits next to me, telling me to continue. I nod and start on the chorus. Louis plays the other chords that go with the song and I can't help but grin as we finish the song. I stand and brush off my jeans. "I-um . . . I'm just gonna get my drink." I mumble and run up the stairs.

***

I grab a pen from my purse and write down the lyrics, "I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist..." When I'm finished, I throw my notepad and pen back into my purse and take a drink of the chocolate milk that Harry gave me.

"Why'd you write those down?" Harry frowns. I jump nearly out of my skin and turn to face him.

"Oh my Lord!" I grab my heart as if it would calm it down.

"No, pretty sure I'm still just Harry." He laughs. I give him a look, but it only causes his laughter to grow. "Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?"

"Excuse me?" I scoot my chair back and glare at him.

"A tattoo. Have you ever thought of getting one?"

"No . . . " I cross my arms and snort but he gives me an 'I don't believe you' look. "Okay, maybe . . . I don't know." I stand and grab the chocolate milk bottle and walk over to lean my back on the counter.

"Do you want to get a tattoo?" He asks, genuinely looking curious and pointing at the notebook sticking out of my bag.

"Harry, this is something that I would need to think about." I cross my arms again, setting my beverage on the marble. "And I don't even have that kind of money. The good ones are crazy expensive." I blurt but cover my mouth. I just basically gave away that I knew all about them.

"Pfft. Like I'd let you pay for it. I would pay for it . . . if you ended up getting one." Harry smirks, taking my chair and sitting in it backwards.

"I don't know . . . " I mumble, taking a drink.

"Told you she wouldn't, Harry." Louis smirks as he walks in and grabs a beer from the fridge. I frown angrily at him and look between him and Harry.

"You know what?" I stand up straighter, tightening the lid on the bottle in my hands. "What the heck? Why not?" I grin, then walk over to grab my purse. Will my mother kill me? Yes. Do I care right now? Nope!

"Alright, let's go!" Harry grins. "Lads! Come on! We're going to the tattoo parlor!" Harry shouts down the stairs.

Niall is the first up the stairs. "Really, Harry? Another one this month? Or Louis?" Niall looks back and forth between the lads but they both shake their heads and look at me.

"I-um . . . I want one." I can feel my face turning red, so I tug at the hem of my shirt and walk out to the garage, but I'm stopped by someone grabbing me by the waist. I scream and jump to see Harry stopping me from leaving.

"Can't risk you running off again. He smirks, then grabs his jacket, and as soon as he gets one arm in, I take off as quickly as I can, scurrying through the yard and running from Harry who seems to think it's a real escape plan by the way he's chasing me. But as soon as I run in the opposite direction of the fans, I turn back to see him giving me a very confused look. I just laugh and turn a corner around the house, running even faster and climbing the side of the house to hide from Harry on the roof of the porch. "Maleah?!" He shouts, leaning on his knees for support while he catches a breath.

I can't help but silently giggle. Gosh, Harry. You're really out of shape for someone who constantly runs from fans. Harry walks right past the porch after catching his breath and frantically searches and calls for me. "Harry, what're you- Where's Maleah?" Liam asks as he steps around the corner.

"She ran off. I think she's hiding somewhere."

"Hiding? Gosh, I love this girl already. She's so childish but mature, you know?" Liam chuckles.

"Ha! She's mine, mate. You'll have to find another. Besides, there's a couple billion anyway. I'm sure one of them is your soul mate." Harry grins.

"Yeah." Liam smiles.

"Maleah?!" Harry shouts. I giggle quietly and scoot forward, then jump, landing flat on my feet, right between Harry and Liam. They shout in surprise then start cracking up.

"How did you get up there?!" Liam asks, looking amazed.

"You little s-. Making me run like that!" Harry cackles, then tackles me into the dead, brown grass, tickling me.

"AUGH! AHHH! Harry, no! STOP IT!" I cry, kicking and screaming while laughing.

"Harry! Paul is- oh." Harry stops to look up at Zayn and runs to grab the phone from his hand.

"Hello? Yeah? Oh, no. Trust me, we have everything under control . . . . Yep. Okay . . . . Of course not . . . . Yeah. Okay. Bye, Paul." Harry hands the phone back to Zayn and smiles at me. I stand up and wipe off my jeans. "You ready?" All I can do is nod.

***

"You sure you want to do this? Harry asks me, jut as we step in the doors. I nod and walk up to the front desk. I looked at tattoos the whole way here and only one stood out to me. It was one that my mom wasn't likely to see and it also means a lot to me.

Harry does all of the talking and shows the man the design I like. I end up deciding on a star that looks like someone ran their fingers through it, making it faded.

"Maleah, this is Chad. He's My tattoo artist." Harry grins. "Chad, this is Maleah."

"Hi."

"Ready?"

"I guess so." Here goes nothing . . .

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