Now that Mya has made a run for it, will she be able to survive running from the Mafia, staring a new life and love without been caught?
But what will this mean for Harry and his unbearable love for mya. Will he be able to accept that she has finall...
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2 years prior.
Mya amalia
i'm so fucking scared right now. My hands are shaking and my palms are sweaty. But harry, he seems fine. Fucking lovely.
"harry how are you so comfortable with this?" I question, tugging at my skirt as we walk into the shop. Fuck i'm so scared. That noise terrifies me. Shit.
harry's hand pulls away from mine with a little laugh mixed with disgust. My eyes dart to him as he chuckles out a "urgh. Babe your hands are so sweaty, you need to calm down it's only a tattoo. You have loads on your body already." Harry points out the numerous inks on my arm.
I quickly shake my head "yeah but this one means something." Harry chuckles shaking his head.
"well let's hope you won't regret it huh?" he teases before he guides me up to the front desk by my waist.
I hate the feeling of getting tattoos but I love the after results, so therefore I can't resist not getting them.
"I have an appointment booked for styles at 2pm?" harry speaks up to the blonde, ink covered, pierced woman at the front table. she's what I imagined the typical female motorbike person would look like.
"yep, just take a seat over there and I will be right with ya." She smiles, gesturing over to the two brown leather couches that have multiple tears and duct tape covering massive holes, I take this time to absorb my surroundings.
Light rock music is playing and the wall opposite me has a large colourful lion and skull painted on it. There are multiple glass cabinets scattered around the room filled with jewellery for piercings. And other random things.
A black recliner chair sits in the far corner with and ink machine and other small objects around it.
"okay who's first?" the woman calls out. I immediately start pushing harry off the couch but he sits back further.
"no you go first, because you will back out last minute." He raises his eyebrows at me, knowing me way too well. I shake my head and get up, I quickly adjust my skirt and walk over to the chair. I take a seat, throwing my legs onto the cold leather.
"okay what design are you wanting, my love?" the blonde smiles at me. I get my phone out and show her a simple heart.
"could I have this outline, with the letter 'H' inside it please." I hand her the phone, my fingers shaking slightly.
She stares at it for a moment before nodding " boring, but sure darling." She hands me my phone back before walking away to grab the stencil. I stay silent as she places it to my skin damping the area to make it stick. I glance over at harry, who is chilled back looking at his phone like he doesn't have a care in the world.
"okay you know the drill darling. Sharp but small pokes." She tells me before dipping the tattoo machine into the ink and starting the outline.
Well there's no going back now. i'm fucked if this doesn't go right. I sit in silence, staring at my jordan's and nike socks that I folded to perfection before leaving harry's house. i'm so glad to be back home for a couple of weeks. To be able to have a break from touring, even though the boys still have to do all their usual work. it's quite relaxing for me. Unless harry drags me along because he doesn't want to leave my side that day.
"how is it going nat?" harry's voice suddenly appears from next to me.
"good actually. Anyway how are you styles, haven't seen you in a long time. Been busy?" Nat questions harry as she continues to work at my skin. The feeling of harry kissing the top of my head.
"yeah been on tour with the lads, and this one." Harry likes to brag, he does it whenever he can really.
"really? Where was my free ticket huh?" she chuckles, making harry laugh too.
"I already told you, we are preforming here next weekend, your ticket is right here." Nat stops tattooing me to look up at harry a grin on her face when she sees that harry has two tickets in his hand. I smile at him, this is so kind of him to do normally he doesn't give a fuck about anyone else, apart from himself and me.
"awe thanks H, you know you can be a big softie sometimes." She jokes before going back to inking my skin.
"hey, don't make me take it fucking back." Nat chuckles at harry's rude remarks. Before he walks away and we are back into silence, the ink machine buzzing in my ears for another 5 minutes before she finishes and grabs me a mirror to look at it.
"aw I love it." I smile at it in complete awe, harry walks back over a smirk on his face as he approaches me. He inspects my tattoo.
"looks great baby." He smiles at me before pressing his lips to mine briefly before i'm been pulled off the chair and he hops on.
I stand and watch him carefully as he makes conversation with nat while exchanging small glances at me while he gets his own tattoo. Once it's all finished he thanks nat while both of us get some foil wrapped around the fresh and now irritated inked skin.
Harry gives nat 300 for her work before we leave after convincing her to keep it.
Oh harry you can be so kind to others sometimes. I wish you could do it with everyone, and not build up this horrible wall with them.
You should open up your heart more harry, it really suits you babe.
