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Grace

"That one has to be my favorite! You have to recreate it when you're this big director person!" Harry gushes, holding my naked body to him. I laugh a bit, shaking my head, "It got a b minus in the class. Definitely not worthy of being a real feature film." I tell him

He just shrugs, kissing my shoulder, "I'm gonna have to speak to that wackjob teacher who gave you a b minus on the masterpiece."

We got back to his place pretty late since we got some food. Somehow he ended up convincing me to have sex with him in a museum bathroom which was terrifying, but so exciting at the same time. I don't think I'd be able to step foot in that museum again without blushing like a madwoman. I definitely won't be forgetting about that anytime soon.

The place we went to for dinner was near the apartment, so we ended up walking back together. He kept a hat and sunglasses on and I put sunglasses on too, even though the sun was already down. No fans saw us though, which I'm grateful for.

We've been cuddled in his bed for hours now, watching whatever short films and music videos I've worked on in the past. He set up my phone to screencast to his tv, which is like a million inches big. There was only so long I could go avoiding having him look at my work. I guess it's fitting he sees some of it before I start this new job though.

"Eh, it's not my favorite." I shrug, scratching my nails gently along his scalp. "Is it not your favorite because someone told you it should be?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

Smiling, I shake my head, "No, it's not my favorite because I hated the assignment. It was so much work just for a little short film. I have better things." It's true. That professor was a psycho sometimes and would suck all the fun out of the class. It definitely reflected in my final project.

Harry kisses my cheek, his arms holding me tighter, "What do we get to see next?" he asks, smiling up at me. He looks so relaxed and happy. I love seeing him this way. "Well I think it's time we see how you did with my camera." I say, reaching over to grab my phone from the nightstand.

While I'm leaning over him, pulling up the videos on my phone. I haven't looked at them at all since I wanted to watch this with Harry. His hands brush against my skin, tickling me gently. I grin, giggling gently at the feeling.

"What's this?" he asks curiously, his fingers brushing my hair back. My eyes widen a bit when I feel his thumb brush over the skin behind my ear.

I sit back up, a smile creeping up on my face as I look into his face. His eyes are also wide in shock and his hand is still holding my head gently. "Um, so, Holly and I got drunk last week and I was just going on and on about how I wanted to get a tattoo and she was telling me I shouldn't but then we're at some tattoo place by the house and I'm in a chair, getting this." I shrug, biting my lip.

I don't remember much of that night, which is probably a good thing, but I do remember just wanting to make some kind of permanent tribute to Harry on my skin. No matter how things end up, I'm always going to want to remember him and our love. He's always going to be so important to me. My moonlight.

"You said you didn't like matching tattoos and that they were bad luck." he reminds me, tilting my head to get a good look at the ink behind my ear.

I laugh slightly, "Well you don't have a moon tattoo so I think we're safe." I joke, not wanting to make such a big deal out of it. "I know, it's dumb but I don't know, I just wanted to do it. I probably should have told you when I got it."

"It's not dumb. It's amazing. I love you so much, dove." He grins, pecking my lips gently. It makes me feel better knowing that he likes the tattoo and thinks it's amazing. It's just a simple crescent moon and it took five seconds to do, but it holds all the significance in the world.