Wistful Paradise / H.S. [COMPLETE]

Thirty-Five

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Florence

Tattoo parlours always have had a special place in my heart ever since I had met Harry.

The first time I went to a tattoo parlour, I was still underage and I had Harry by my side. My friends had tried taking me to one before but I knew it wouldn't be my scene so I headed home. But when Harry asked me years ago, I couldn't say no.

And since then it held so many memories.

It wasn't the fact that every tattoo parlour smelled the same to me, well it did in fact but that was not the point. The first time I had set foot in there, Harry was with me and I got to see the real him.

The person he had been hiding all night long, the night of our first encounter.

Behind the anxious, fragile persona that Harry was, lurked a free bird. But it was still trapped in its cage. But he wanted out, I could see that in his eyes. And for the first time that evening, I realised that we could have an interesting friendship.

I always believed that I had taken the first step a lot of time in our relationship. But I was so wrong, Harry took the first step the first night.

He could've been closed off and just sent me away but he didn't. He took the first step in getting to know me, to give me the chance to get to know him.

Harry turned the sound up of the radio, pulling me out of my thoughts. Harry still didn't know where we were going and I planned on keeping the secret for as long as possible. He didn't like surprises, but I'm sure he would like this one.

"We're almost there," I smiled, turning to the left and soon enough we were in a more busy environment.

Harry sighed but nodded anyway, he knew that I wouldn't be telling him what we were going to do. I parked the car, finding an empty spot pretty close to the tattoo parlour. "If we're just going to wander around the city, couldn't you have told me?"

"Who says that we're just going to wander around?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "Harry Edward Styles, do you really have no faith in me?"

I got out of the car, Harry following behind me. I grabbed his hand in mine, turning on my heel so I was walking backwards so I could look at him. "I still owe you something," I beamed at him, waiting until his penny had dropped.

We were almost there and now I was walking next to him, his curious eyes looked around until they fell on the sign of the tattoo parlour. "The tattoo," His head turned to the side with a grateful smile. He pulled me closer by the waist, pressing a kiss against my cheek.

My phone rang right when Harry's hand reached for the door handle. I saw my managers name on the screen and I furrowed my eyebrows in surprise. He never really bothered me when I was on my break. "I'm just gonna take this call really quickly, alright?"

Harry went inside while I answered the call. "Michael, hi!" I hid the surprise in my voice as I answered the call.

"Hey, Florence. Sorry for disturbing you during your break," He started. He was fumbling through pages and there was a lot of noise in the background so I had to listen closely. "I was actually setting up your calendar for the next few months. But I didn't really know what your plans were? Are you joining Harry on tour or should I start finding you new roles and appearances?"

He had turned fully business on me, something I wasn't used to. He seemed stressed for some reason. "Aren't you meant to be on your break?" I questioned, instead of answering.