TATTOOED -h.s.

Chapter 39

"All of your weaknesses," he continued as he now sucked at my collarbone. "But when it comes to me," he kissed back up my neck. "You're my only weakness."

Harry's P.O.V
I was woken up by Sarah feathering sloppy kisses down my chest. "Good morning, baby." My morning voice gleamed through the sunlit room. She sat upon my waist and kissed my collarbone, "Babe, can you get me a cigarette?" I kissed her cheek. She huffed and rolled off of me towards the drawer that contained my tobacco, nicotine filled sticks. I heard the drawer open, but not my pack being grabbed. "Babe?" I turned to see her now sitting on the edge of the bed looking down at something. I watched her head shake as she remained silent and stood up, walking towards the glass door and stopping. I walked up behind her, attempted to put my arms around her waist but she pulled away and turned to face me. She pushed at my chest but I grabbed her clenched fists in my hands. "How could you do this? I understand that you didn't want anything to with your mother because of the things she put you through as a child, but I can see that she loves you and she's trying to make up for the past, she wanted her son back and you had the audacity to betray her at a time she wants you the most. I can't believe this, you didn't come here for her wedding, you didn't come here to reconnect, you didn't come here for a vacation, you didn't come here to work on our relationship...you came here for a fight...a fucking fight. You lied to everyone here that loves you, including me. Did you look at this as a free place to stay? Did you think we wouldn't find out?" She yelled as I remained holding her fists, preventing her from seeing me as a punching bag. "I was going to tell you the night of it, I didn't come here for the fight. I swear on my life, I came here tired of the bad blood my family has been carrying all these years. I wanted a family again, a real family. Sure I have to get used to having a dad I don't want, but that's what a real family is. But I brought you for a reason, I want us to stop all this fighting. I want us to work, our relationship is only dangling by a thin string and all this chaos is the scissors waiting to cut it. I need you, I want to be with you forever and you know that. Fighting is my job, but if you can't accept that, then I don't know what else to tell you, no woman will ever try to change me." I assured her, I felt as her tight grip let loose inside of my hands. I held her hands gently as she removed one and placed it underneath my jawline. "I don't wanna change you, I know you're not perfect but that's what makes me love you more. It's just I...I don't want to lose you." She admitted as I watched a tear slowly fall from her eye, before pressing her head to my chest. "You'll never lose me, baby." I held her closer. "But I've lost you so many times and I can't even picture what I'd do if I lost you once more, or forever for that matter." She continued to release her clear, soft, crystal tears upon my bare chest. "You're going to be there in the crowd." I tried to calm her down. "I'm gonna cheer for you." I felt a smile crack against my skin. "You might make the other guys jealous that they don't get their own personal cheerleader." I chuckled. "I won't notice, I'll be too busy cheering for my baby." She smiled up at me and I kissed the tip of her nose, making her smile even brighter. "Does this mean you're gonna wear a sexy, cheerleading outfit?" I licked my lips, teasing her. "Not there...but maybe if you win, I don't know, maybe I'll give my champion a little surprise afterwards." She placed a kiss to my neck. "What if I don't win?" I whispered against her ear. "You know you'll get the surprise either way, but if you don't win then you'll just have to earn it another way." She smirked at me. She gasped in surprise as I picked her up, wrapped her legs around my waist, and laid her on the bed. I crawled on top of her and tickled her most ticklish places, causing her to uncontrollably squirm, laugh, and try to push me off as she pleaded for me to stop. "Who's the sexiest man in your life?" I joked. "Channing Tatum." She said out of breath. "Wrong answer." I tickled her faster and she lost it. "You! You! You're the sexiest man in my life!" She screamed. "And I'm all yours." I leaned down and kissed her. "Breakfast is ready! Plus, you got some explaining to do." My mother laughingly called through the door. "We'll be down in a minute." I called back, trying to contain my laughter as Sarah, still underneath me, couldn't contain hers. After slipping on our missing pieces of clothing, we headed downstairs not prepared for the awkward breakfast that awaited us.

A/N: What do you guys think of this? Did you think Harry was gonna tell Sarah? Do you think he went on this trip just because of the fight? But I did need a lovey dovey filler chapter so we'll call it a #SmutBreak