HarryForVogue's Christmas Celebration Stories

So This is Love (Harry and Faye's Christmas Blurb)

HIIII okay we're at 8/10 now!!! this is harry and faye's blurb and it's SUPER fluffy and soft and the point of this is to make you all feel single. it's about faye taking care of a half asleep harry after he's dead from working during the holidays <3 we've seen a lot of harry taking care of faye, so let's reverse it!

3.7k words. happy reading :)

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Faye sticks out like a sore thumb when she walks into Harry's tattoo parlor shop. She's there with her cute pins in her hair, her big coat, gloves, and she's surrounded by hanging pictures of quite scary looking tattoos and piercings.

She walks in and spots Harry, waving awkwardly to him. She hesitates when he beckons her over. He has someone laying on the table, tattooing a very frightening looking clown onto his ribcage, and it looks painful as hell, drawing blood from a few places. But she doesn't see a hint of agony on the man's face. Harry's doing some shading. Faye doesn't know much about tattoos, but she does know that shading hurts like a bitch. Harry's words, not her own.

She winces on behalf of the man as she joins Harry.

"Hi."

"Hey. I'm almost done, okay? Doing some finishing touches."

"Okay. I'll wait here."

"Alright, love."

The man raises his head. "That's your girl?"

Harry nods, concentrating on the tattoo. "That is my girl," he confirms. "Pretty, isn't she?"

Faye would smack Harry's shoulder if he weren't sticking multiple needles into a guy. How embarrassing.

The man is grinning now. "No shit! I'm Harry's coworker. It's great to meet you. I'm just getting tatted last minute by Harry here because he's the only one I trust to get my shit right."

"It's nice to meet you too," Faye says timidly, sitting down on a stool besides Harry's, grounding her feet before she can slide across the very clean floor. "I only know Timmy from here."

"Oh yeah, he's Harry's roommate, right?"

"Housemate," Harry says. "And stop fucking moving, man."

"Sorry. Timmy's still here, by the way. I think he's cleaning up his station."

Harry's brow is furrowed as he continues to lean over. The sound of the tattoo machine is a low buzz, but it's very distracting to Faye. She taps on the stool she's sitting on idly, occasionally tapping her feet too. She watches Harry shamelessly, smiling when one of his dimples show since he's realized that he's being watched. His gaze cuts to hers and he raises his eyebrows in a silent question.

Faye takes out a candy cane from her pocket and begins unraveling it. Harry has to look away before she wraps her lips around it.

"It's cherry flavored."

"Of course it is," he murmurs.

She gets a good look at him then, his dark circles from working overtime very apparent under his eyes. She never knew that the holidays were prime time for people to get their tattoos done. Nearly every night, Harry comes home utterly exhausted, telling her about all the tattoos he's done. People tip very generously during this time as well, so he's been staying at the shop well after midnight, having to get up again in the morning. It's a miracle that he's even awake when he gets home because the second his head hits the pillow, he's asleep.

She usually doesn't sleep until the AMs anyways, so she doesn't mind waiting up for him. Her final show of the year wrapped up last week and she has two weeks before the next production, so she really doesn't have much to do except wait for him. She's been going out with Timothée's girlfriend a lot since she is also lonely, Timothée taking extra shifts like her own boyfriend.