Simon cowells daughter

"Okay here we are" Harry pulled up in front of a little tattoo parlour. "Noo. I don't want a tattoo" I whined as Harry dragged me out of the car. "You don't have too. I will" he smiled.

I sat down in one of the chairs and flicked through a design book. "Harry" I called over the buzzing of the ink gun. "Yeah babe"

"We should get matching tattoos!" I suggested. "Good idea" he called back. He walked out, proudly showing off his knew tattoo, it was a ship.

"You get a compass, in the same place, and my name on your wrist." Harry held up his own wrist, showing me that he already had my name on his wrist. "How long have you had that" I asked, admiring the cute little heart next to my name. "I got it when we first talked on the phone" Harry blushed crazily. "My turn then" Harry held my hand gently while the artist guy got a new needle.

I squeezed Harry's hand for comfort. "Make sure you tell me if it hurts" he reassured. I nodded approvingly.

The buzzing started as the gun came closer to my skin, as it hit my wrist it didn't really hurt, but once he started tracing Harry's name, it started stinging. I squeezed Harry's hand with my free hand, he showered his affectionate smile on me, momentarily taking my mind off the pain.

"Done" the tattoo guy said, Harry sighed, he was more relieved than me. I admired the fancy font, Harry's name linked together on my wrist, a small red heart next to it.

Harry and I walked out of the parlour, when we stood next to each other our tattoos matched up, his ship next to my compass, his name next to mine. Pulled his fingers into mine, smiling to myself at the thought of Harry getting my name tattooed before we even dated. "Did you have to wear long sleeve shirts, until the boys realised that you and me had something?" I asked curiously.

"No" Harry blushed. "Lou had to cover it in make up." I grazed my thumb over the tattoo, it was cute.

"Everybody will know you're my girlfriend now"

I blushed like crazy, oh god he's so damn perfect.

He spun me around and placed a kiss on my lips, I synced my lips in movement with his, pulling away slightly. Our foreheads brushed together, I took a breath of his minty scented breath.

**

"Hey wait out here" Harry sat me on the bench outside the mall. "Okay" I leaned upwards, pecking a kiss on his lips before he rushed off.

I straightened out my skirt, tapping my high heels on the pavement.

"Hey" a voice said as they joined me on the bench. "Uh hi" I replied. A young man sat next to me, he had blonde hair and sun kissed skin. "What's your name." He asked, his alcoholic breath filling my nostrils.

"Alana"

"Pretty name for a pretty lady" he breathed.

"Look dude, I'm taken." I mocked.

"Too bad he's not here" the guy took a rough grip of my wrist, dragging me down a dark alley.

"Fuck off" I spat.

"I'd rather fuck you" he chuckled loudly, being his face closer to mine, breathing in my scent. I pulled my face away from him in disgust.

"OI" a raspy voice boomed from the alley way entrance. I turned to see harry, storming over to the drink guy, his eyes full of disgust.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING" he yelled, inching closer to the man.

"Harry" I whispered, my hand lightly rubbing at his tensed bicep. He brushed my hand off, still inching closer to the man.