Everything's Changed. Harry Styles.

12

April 2012

Harper

"Are you sure about this?" I looked at Harry nervously, my legs bouncing in my chair.

"Yes, I'm sure. You'll be fine." He gave me a reassuring smile as my name was being called. Harry stood up as soon as he heard and held out his hand, urging me to take his. I hesitated but took it, looking up at him before he pulled me to my feet.

"You look like you're going to faint."

"I'm scared!" He pulled me with him as we were brought to a room in the corner of the building.

"There's no reason to be scared! It'll be over before you know it." I groaned, but followed him into the room and sat on the chair like instructed.

I bit my lip and bounced my leg as I waited. Harry chuckled while looking at me. "Quit laughing! This is my first time."

"Okay, okay." He held up his hands in surrender while the artist stood up in front of me.

"Where would you like it?" I looked to Harry and he shrugged, telling me I could put it wherever I wanted to. I thought about it for a minute before I pointed to the inside of my forearm. The artist nodded and then lined up the stencil, asking me if I liked it before we got started.

I held my arm up, looking at it from different angles before showing Harry, "like it?" He nodded with a smile and I turned back to the artist, "I'm ready."

"Alright, lean back and rest your arm right here." I nodded and followed directions, flinching a bit when I heard the buzz of the gun.

"Here, you can hold my hand." Harry placed his hand in my lap and I quickly grabbed it, squeezing it and shutting my eyes.

I felt the sting of the gun, biting my lip and squeezing his hand harder so I wouldn't move and fuck up the design.

"Ouch." I opened my eyes enough to glare at him, but he just laughed at me, rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand.

It took longer than I would like but I have to admit, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. But I would never tell Harry that.

"Alright, go ahead and take a look." The artist motioned to the mirror and I let go of Harry's hand, getting off the seat and walking over to the mirror across the room. I held my arm up, getting a good look at it.

"I love it!" I showed Harry and he smiled.

"I told you." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Alright, let me clean it up and wrap it and then we can do yours." He motioned to Harry and I nodded, letting him wrap it up and then trading seats with Harry.

"Can I hold your hand?" Harry gave me a cheeky smile, and I sighed with a roll of my eyes but held out my hand, even though he doesn't need to hold it.

Harry also got his on his arm, but higher up on his inner bicep. His was done seemingly sooner than mine, but that's probably because I wasn't the one in the chair. Harry took a look at his in the mirror and then it got wrapped up as soon.

While Harry was paying the artist I looked at my tattoo through the wrap, lightly tracing my fingers over the design with a smile.

"You happy?" I nodded my head and he nudged my hip with his hand, leading us out the door and to his car.

I looked at the design the whole way home. It wasn't anything huge or detailed, but it meant something to me. To us.

It was a sunflower that turned into a sun, a little bit of detailing with shadows, highlights, and some line work.

Flower and Sunshine.

"Hey, I thought we were getting ice cream, since I was so brave?" He laughed and rolled his eyes, turning down the street that took us away from our favorite ice cream shop.

"I have to take you home so you can get ready." He gave me a smirk as he drove.

"What do you mean get ready?" I gave him a skeptical look. I was under the impression we were just getting the tattoos then ice cream and then ordering in for the night.

"For your birthday party."

"What birthday party?"

"The birthday party I've been planning and hiding from your for months now." He smirked again and I reached over the slap his arm.

"Harry! You know I don't like surprise parties."

"I know. That's why I'm telling you now. But everyone else thinks you don't know, so act surprised when we get there."

"Oh, my god. I'm going to kill you."

"Not when you see what I got you for your birthday." He gave me an innocent smile as he rolled to a stop at a light.

"Harold." I gave him another smack on the arm, "we agreed no birthday gifts!"

"No, you agreed. I never agreed." He leaned when I went to smack his arm again, laughing as I scolded him. "You know I like to spoil you, so shut up and quit hitting me so I can get us home in one piece."

"I swear to god." I murmured under my breath.

"And wear a dress or something."

"Harold." I gave him another smack.

"That is not my name. And what did I say about smacking me?" He laughed while I groaned.

"You're lucky I love you." I grumbled at him, slumping in my seat and refusing to look at him.

"I know."