Tearing Down Walls

Tearing Down Walls 32

Chapter 32 Havannah

I don't want to leave. What am I going to do for four months. I shook my head and hauled my last suitcase into Harry's range rover. We were driving up seperate from the rest of them for obvious reasons. I slid into the jeep and rested my head against the cool window. Four months, 120 days, 120 nights. I traced one of the snowflakes path down the window once we began moving. I didn't realize I was crying until Harry wiped away the tear. He placed his hand on my thigh. "What are you thinking so hard about love? It even made you cry." I sighed and reluctantly faced the curly haired boy that I was about to leave.

"Us." I mumbled. Harry furrowed his eyebrows and pulled out his phone. I curiously peaked over at what he was doing, but he lifted his phone to his ear. Seconds later Zayn's voice filled the car.

"Hello?"

"Zayn can you call and reschedule their flight for later today?" I heard a muffled reply before Harry nodded and hung up.

"What are you doing Styles?" I asked suspicously. He smiled and held my small hand in his huge one.

"You'll see." he winked before turning left.

I stood outside of the shop. Should I go in? Harry squeezed my hand and walked in pulling me with him. I started firing questions at him. "Will it hurt? Will the needle get stuck? What if I don't like it when I get older? What if it doesn't look right when it is finished?" he shook his head while I continued my game of 21 questions. He waited until I calmed down. I sighed. "I'll get one if you get one." he smiled and his green eyes sparkled. I just agreed to getting a tattoo. I closed my eyes and sat in the chair. A man with jet black hair came in and sat beside me. After I played another round of 21 questions with him I sighed.

"Do you know what you want?" I only had to think about it for a second before nodding.

"I want my tattoo to be in Arabic and he gets the meaning tattooed on him in English." I smiled an overly sweet smile at Harry. "But he doesn't get to know what it is."

"Vannah that's not fair!" he whined before I glared at him.

"Life's not fair. Get over it." the tattoo artist chuckled at our little fight. We made Harry walk out of the room while I told Gus what I wanted. Harry walked back in while Gus was cleaning the needle. I was scared now that it was actually going to happen. "Oh my god." I whispered and Harry squeezed my hand.

"it's going to be alright babe. If it hurts squeeze my hand." And if your hand is broken later, it's your fault. "That's what I'm here for." I smiled and so did he.

"Are you ready?" Gus was holding the needle above my newly sanitized skin. I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded. The area at the top of my rib cage to the left was cleaned again just to be safe. The cool feeling numbed the skin until he actually started using the needle. I tossed and turned trying not to mess him up, but trying to make the pain go away. Harry calmed me down by whispering in my ear. I cried a litlle during this, but who wouldn't?

After an hour mine was done and it was Harry's turn. He was getting his in the same exact place as mine. I heeld his hand, but I knew he wouldn't need it. I made sure I sat on the opposite side and held the hand that I hadn't squeezed to death when I was getting mine. Harry didn't shed a tear through the whole hour. He sat there and talked to Gus about his other tattoos and how many more he wanted. He even laughed a few times. Once it was over Harry paid for them. We sat in his jeep since we still had an hour and a half until my plane left. "Am I allowed to look at this now?" I smiled and nodded. He lifted up his shirt and started to peel off the tape, but he stopped. "I want to see yours first." I sighed.

"A little demanding aren't we?" he smiled and I peeled the tape back on mine, which still hurt like a mothertrucker. "I like it." we both said at the same time. My wording was surronded on the left side by tiny stars. Something about arabic writing made me love it. Maybe because it seems unique, I don't really know. Harry peeled back his tape and smiled. HIs eyes were glazed over with wetness. He leaned over and kissed me. "You want to hear my reasoning behind it?" he nodded his head. His smile never left his face. "Without you, people won't know what mine means. They'll see it and it will look pretty, but it will be empty. Meaningless." he raised his eyebrows. "Without me, your tattoo is just words, true words, but meaningless to other people." I smiled and looked down at my hands. "We have to stay together because without you, my life means nothing. Just like my tattoo. Without your meaning, it's worthless." he lifted my chin up and gently kissed me. He intertwined our fingers and kissed each one of my knuckles.

"I love you." he smiled.

"I love you too."

إلى الحب هو أن تثق

To Love is to Trust <3

A/N: So they got tattoos!!! Ahh! I just think that's adorable. I don't really know about you. Anyway, if you like the story I love you :) What tattoos do you guys like? I want the one that Havannah got but on my hip. Yep. And I want a bunch more. (Don't Judge Me) :)

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