Everything Has Changed (Harry Styles)

Tattoos (part 1)

I was driving to Marcy’s house.  I was extremely happy. Like, I don’t know if I should be saying this after knowing her for only...an hour? But I think she is the one. I don’t know what it is about Marcy, but she just has that one thing that makes me melt. I am not sure if it is her stunning attitude, or her amazing personality, or the fact that she is just down right beautiful. Maybe it was everything. Or maybe it’s just too early to tell. I don’t know...She’s just got that one thing that I love. 

I arrived at Marcy’s flat. She was sitting outside. Her face was puffy, and red. I parked my car, and turned it off. I struggled out of my seat belt, and ran up to her. “Marcy, are you okay?” I asked her, wrapping my arms around her. “Have you ever felt so useless to the world, that you just want to die?” She asked in a response. “Honestly, yes I have.” I replied.

 “Well, after we got off the phone, my best friend called me and was like, ‘You’re a little emo bitch, and I know why Jason left you...because you are too clingy.’ then I just lost it. I cut again Harry. Nothing deep, but I did it. I didn’t want to though, I didn’t want to let you down. I realized when I go home, that I like you...you care about me...unlike other people.” she said, playing with my fingers. It was an intense feeling. All I felt was energy run through my body. 

“Well, being an emo bitch is a good thing...it means you are different and not like the rest. And being clingy is a good thing. That means, you don’t want anyone else. And! I would never leave you because of it.” I said. She smiled. “Shall we go inside?” she asked me. “Sure.” I responded, standing up. I held my hand out. She grabbed it and I pulled her up. She walked me inside and to her apartment. “Harry.” she said. “Yes Marceline.” I smiled, and winked. “Would you ever consider...being with me?” she asked looking at the ground. I chuckled. “Yes, I would. You are a very beautiful girl, and I would be honored to call you mine.” I smiled. 

Marcy’s POV

I have never felt so wanted before. Harry was my only friend...well besides Julia...but she is not in town this week. The only other friend I had called me a emo bitch. Some friend she was. I have no family to go call up and say, ‘Oh my god, I think I found the one!’. My family disowned me after I got my first tattoo. It was quite stupid. I haven’t talked to them in almost 3 years. 

“Marcy, tell me about you. I want to know all about you.” Harry said as we sat on my little couch. “You don’t want know about my life...it’s pretty fucked up.” I said. “Well, I don’t think that really matters in this case. I want to know you Marceline. You and me both, need someone to love. And I truly believe I love you. I don’t know why...but  when I laid my eyes on you it was like fireworks went off in my heart.” He said. A giant smile grew on my face. I felt a stinging sensation in my eyes. A tear fell down my cheek. “No one has ever said that to me before Harry. I  really believe you, but I don’t think you can handle my life Harry...I am bipolar, and schizophrenic. I don’t want to put through all that trouble...you might as well leave now like everyone else has....because I am a fucking nutcase.” I laughed, as I cried. He wrapped his arms around me, giving the best hug I have ever had. It gave me goosebumps. I got this weird feeling flooding my body. It was a bad feeling, like we were moving too fast...but then it quickly faded when Harry whispered, “I promise I will never leave you.” I started crying harder. 

He rubbed his hands on my back. It was a comforting feeling. I finally stopped crying. “Will you put a smile on that beautiful face of yours darling?” He asked. Him saying that made me smile. “Yay! Smiles!” he clapped. I laughed. “You know...I was wrong about you.” I said. “How so?” he asked. “I thought you some egocentric jerk in a boy band....but I was very wrong.” I said. “Oh...well, did I really come off that jerky?” he asked. I nodded. “Sorry.” he apologized. “No need to apologize.” I smiled. He smiled. “I don’t know what it is about you Marcy....but I like you alot.” Harry said. I chuckled. “I don’t know what is about you...but I seem to like you too. I think it maybe that you seem to care about me. No one cares about me...not even my parents.” I stated in a response. He looked at me confused. “When I was 16, I got a tattoo on my ankle and my parent disowned me.” I said. He nodded. “Can I see your tattoo?” he asked. “Sure.” I replied. I took my shoes and socks off. It was a tattoo of a heart that looked like a treble clef. “I like it.” he stated. 

“Me too, that’s why I got it.” I said. He chuckled. “Wanna see my tattoos?” he asked. “Sure.” I said. He smiled and took his shirt off. It looked like he just doodled all over himself. I smiled. “Very...creative.” I said. He smiled. “Which is your favorite?” he asked. I looked at his overwhelming beautiful body, and his wrists. “Things I can..., Things I can’t..., and I can’t change.” I said. He smiled. “Do you have anymore?” he asked, putting his shirt back on. “Yes, but you can’t see them.” I blushed. “Why?” he smirked. “Well, because on is on my hip, and the the other is right above my...”

“Oh, okay. Can at least see the one on your hip?” He interrupted. I nodded. I stood up and pulled my pants down a bit to show him. “What does it say, and what language is that? Japanese or chinese?” he asked. “It’s chinese calligraphy, and it says grace.” I smiled. “That’s cool.” he smiled. “Yeah.” I agreed. “What’s your other one?” he asked. “It’s a flower.I guess I can show you the little bit that shows.” I said. He smiled. I lifted my shirt. It exposed the petals of a flower. “That’s cute.” he said. I nodded. “Do they all mean something?” he asked. “Yes, they do. The flower means purity...or the purity I lost. The calligraphy..well it means grace...and the heart shows that I love music.” I said. “That’s awesome...I don’t meet many girls who have tattoos.” He said. I chuckled.