Midnight Angel H.S COMPLETED

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The next moment, we sat on the sofa in the glass conservatory.

My heart is pounding for some reason. Each time I've asked about his tattoos, he's always been defensive so I leave it be.

I love Harry.

I'm not sure if he does to me but I love him. He's being vulnerable with me and letting me in. I'm in awe and I'm in love.

"Point to whatever one you want to start with." He says, more timid than usual.

I can tell he's uncomfortable but he's still choosing to do this.

"You have four nipples." I state a fact. No one in the world gets to see them as often as me. Together, we have six nipples.

I'm really trying to lighten the mood because I'm bricking it.

"Correct, next question." He does a breathy chuckle and I smile.

He's so gorgeous. His hair is healthy and pretty and his eyes are always on me.

"That one on your wrist." I point to the left wrist. It's the name under the anchor. I've always been curious but I've never gotten to know.

"It's my biological mum, Darlene. She couldn't afford me, we got kicked out of our house so she let me go. She promised she'd keep in touch but she disappeared." He whispers and I nod.

I don't really know what to say so I point to the next one. "This one." I say, pointing to the date on his collar. I know there's another on the other side but I can ask that later.

"The dates. Those are Rachel's and Gemma's birth years." He states and I nod. It's sweet how he got both of the dates, I wonder why he didn't get one for Zayn.

"The mermaid." I point and he looks down to his arm.

"I got it to show how bodies can still look good even if you have sagging tits or stretch marks and stuff. Well, mermaids are meant to be pretty, right? So it's a mermaid still pretty with society's flaws."

I smile. "That's sweet, Angel." He smiles back at me. It's nice that even before he knew me, he still wasn't a complete dick.

I kiss his forehead and closes his eyes and hums. I point at his ferms, one of my favourites.

"The ferns. I'm pretty sure Niall wanted to get it. But he's an absolute wanker and didn't get it so I got it for him." I smile, amused and nod.

"Anchor."

"I was just really drunk and it looks cool."

I think I want to save the butterfly until the end. It's the one I'm most curious about because it's a butterfly, a big one, plastered on his torso.

"What about the one you did yourself that one time?"

His rotates his arm to see the inside of his elbow. "I've started to like peonies. It reminds me of you, too."

"Is it a tattoo about me?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'd like to think so." He smiles and I kiss the tattoo.

"Okay, don't you have a cross or something on your ankle?"

"I do indeed." He says, pulling up the leg of his joggers. "All the boys got it. Except for Niall. Niall got too scared."

"Does Niall have any tattoos?"

"Nope."

I nod and laugh a little. A mass murderer is too scared of a tattoo. "What about the cross on your hand?"

"Oh, that one. All of my family have it. Even Zayn had one."

I nod slowly. "Any more you're curious of before I tell you the rest?"

"Your butterfly, Harry? What's that one about?"

"Well, you know, I had a brother and he was young when he was bought into the family. He was... always... you know, small- undeveloped in that way. He was four when he said his first word. And well.." I let him breathe, I know his family is a touchy subject. "His first word was butterfly."

I smile and kiss the butterfly. "You're beautiful, Harry."

"I fucking adore you, baby."

"I know." I whisper, kissing him. "I adore you too, Angel."

"I'm ready for the rest if you want to hear." He smiles.

"I'm ready."

"So this one..."