The Situation

FOURTEEN

After I freaked out and Harry calmed me down, we continued to talk about everything random like we always do, but it feels different and I can't figure out why.

We're sitting on his bed, with him sitting farther away from me than usual, he usually sits right up on me at school and the diner. He also walks really close to me. I've always noticed it, but didn't realize i could miss feeling his body heat near me.

I noticed he was only wearing boxers with a pillow on his lap, I assumed he noticed at the same time cause his face flushed red. Was he embarrassed to be just in his boxers around me? He has a nice body.

"I've never seen these tattoos," i point to his chest from where i was sitting. Not that I'm fully gawking at his shirtless chest. He has breath taking artwork that fits oh so perfectly on his toned torso.

I studied his chest and swallowed when I see the large moth on his abs. He starts laughing at me staring making me blush.

"Are you checking me out right now?" He teases. I roll my eyes at him. Maybe a little, but no.

"Don't look anywhere else but I wanna show ya something," I attempt to swallow but my mouth has run dry.

Harry's eyes widen in confusion and mumbled an okay. I take a deep breath as a lousy attempt to calm my nerves. I stand up and pull one side of my shirt up.

His eyes don't leave mine and I'm almost certain he can hear my heart pounding from where he's sitting.

"Can I look?" He asks for clarification and I nod yes.

The way I'm holding my shirt up is only showing skin on my left side of my ribs to where my shorts meet. I know I don't have scars that are visible from where he's at, but I don't think that's what's causing me so much anxiety and discomfort.

His eyes grow large and his jaw goes slack before a giant smile overtakes his features.

"No fucking way!" He shrieks. He is staring at my tattoos like he's trynna memorize them. I have four moths that are similar to his large one flying up my rib cage. There are other tattoos around it but the flow of the moths are still prominent. Mine aren't as detailed as his or as big, all four of them are a bit smaller than my fist. They each are different design styles.

I pull my shirt back down when he looks at my eyes again and I feel like I can breathe again.

"Wait can I see them one more time?" His eyes beg me and I grow uncomfortable. Maybe I shouldn't have done that. I pull the side of my shirt back up and take a few small steps backwards. I count to ten in my head and pull it back down and sit back on the bed.

Harry fully pivots turning his body directly at me with wide eyes.

"That's fucking wild!" He exclaims making me laugh.

"Yea I was completely shocked when I saw yours," I look back down at his abs. "Why a moth?" I quiz him. Then I quickly add, "you don't have to tell me anything cause I will not be explaining mine." I didn't wanna be a hypocrite by expecting him to tell me and me refusing to tell him about mine.

The moths represent four people in my life that are doomed to have a dark life and live in fear until sweet death takes them.

"Why do you not explain why you got them? I'm just curious. But mines for personal growth and for one of my friends." He tells me a very bland reason, which is fine with me.

"Uh I get my tattoos for me. Most of them represent something in my life, others I just doodled and liked them. I like your reason for having it. I also think it is incredibly beautiful." I tell him truthfully and he looks kinda weirded out. "Why are ya looking at me like that?" Was it because I said beautiful?