Hunger

April (part 3)

Frankie looked down on the pretty, fine lined dandelion seed that was tattooed on her right arm. She had picked the motif ages ago, and had spoken about getting it tattooed so many times, but every time Abi suggested it, Frankie had chickened out. Not because she was scared of the actual act of getting tattooed, but because it was a change she wasn't completely prepared for. She was proud of herself for taking the leap, and it made her feel good knowing that she had done something for herself, because she wanted to, and she didn't care what anyone thought about it. 

She snapped a photo, and sent it to Harry. He replied after a short while.

' That's pretty. Suits you well, love.'

Love. He called her 'love'. It didn't mean anything, but she liked it. It felt intimate and set the butterflies in her stomach off on a whirlwind. 

'I like when you call me that.' 

She texted back, and put her phone in her handbag, as Abi and she arrived at the pub, meeting up with their friends.

They showed off their new tattoos and had drinks, laughing and having a great time. Frankie had taken a few days off work, so she had the time to get drunk on a wednesday night, something she never did normally, but she was in the mood for doing things she didn't normally do. It was about an hour later that she checked her phone. A new message from Harry.

'You are lovely.' 

In her mind she heard the words in his voice, and it went straight to her core. Would he say something like that, if he didn't feel something for her? She bit her lip and disappeared into thoughts for a moment. Abi noticed and sat down next to her. 

"What's up Franks?" She asked and put her arm around Frankie. 

Frankie showed her the conversation with Harry.

"Ask him to come get you, stick your tongue down his throat, and let him take you home and show you how lovely he thinks you are." Abi giggled. 

"Abi!" Frankie exclaimed and laughed. 

"Seriously, Frankie. Ask him to come get you, and do what we talked about earlier. Let him in." Abi winked at Frankie and got up to go dance with a guy, she had been eyeing for a while. 

Frankie texted back. 'Will you come get me at the pub?'

'I'll pick you up on the way home.'

***

He texted her from the street, and she hugged and kissed her friends goodnight, before running out to find him. He had parked the car, and stood leaning up against it, waiting for her, phone in hand. He was texting and didn't see her at first, but looked up when she was closer to him. His face lit up with that beautiful smile she couldn't resist. She stepped directly into his arms and kissed him. 

"Hi," he chuckled against her lips and kissed her back. There were several people around, who had spotted him, and their phones were up, documenting everything. 

Harry reached back and opened the car door for Frankie to slip into the passenger seat. Then he walked around the car, stopping to wave and give a thumbs up to a couple of people, before he got into his car. He leaned over and grabbed the seat belt on Frankie's side, strapping her safely into her seat. Frankie put her hand on his neck, and guided his face closer to hers so she could kiss him. 

"If this is how getting inked affects you, I suggest you get many more," he chuckled at her. 

Frankie giggled and took his hand as he drove off. It was probably a mix between being high on ink, having a couple of drinks, and feeling like she was in control, but she felt happy and brave. They had a 50 minute long drive ahead of them, and she figured it was a good opportunity to talk about the things, she needed to talk about.