Chapter 8:
Poppy's POV:
I squeezed Danielle and Perrie's hands so tightly, I could identify each of the bones in my hands.
Hey look! There's my metacarpal, my proximal phalanx...
"OW POPPY!" Perrie gasped, pulling her hand back and shaking it fiercely. I nervously laughed.
"Sorry..." I mumbled, my breaths short and fast. My husband missed me gently on the forehead, soothingly.
"Poppy, love, it's going to be okay. The lads and I have gotten lots of tattoos before, and they're not so bad." My husband offered and the other boys laughed and shook they're heads.
"Yeah right!"
"Felt more like a bloody chainsaw..."
"While you screamed like a girl, Hazza?"
Zayn, Louis, and Niall called, making me gasp. Harry shot them a deathly glare.
"HARRRRRRY LET ME OUT OF THIS TORTURE HOUSE!" I screamed, trying to get of the chair unsuccessfully. Niall and Louis pinned me down as I hissed at them.
And yes, I hissed. I'm a goddamn pregnant woman I will hiss if I please.
"Come on Poppy, don't be a coward!" Zayn laughed, running a hand through his quiff. I shot him daggers.
I swear if looks could kill....
"I am NOT a coward Zayn-Blaine-Wayne!" I said, crossing my arms. Everyone laughed.
Just then Kat Von D came over to where we were sitting, and my heart leapt. I don't know what was more nerve wracking, meeting a professional tattoo artist that I have idolized for years, or the fact that she was gonna drag a needle through my neck.
Half and half?
"Hi I'm Kat, and you're Poppy Styles." The tatted-up beauty said warmly. I looked around confused.
"H-how do you know my name?" I stammered and everyone laugh. I glared at my friends, before turning back to Kat.
"Maybe it's because you're married to Harry Styles....?" She chuckled and I blushed deep crimson.
"That's embarrassing." I mumbled. Kat waves it off.
"So what kind of tattoo are we getting today?" She asked, slipping on her black rubber gloves. I gulped, unable to speak.
"Nervous much?" She laughed, and Perrie smiled at Kat.
"She wants a pretty cursive looking tattoo that says La Vie C'est Belle on her neck." Perrie said and I shot a grateful look at my friend, who returned me a wink in reply.
"Oh yeah, neck tats are super popular this year. Alright, I'm going to draw up some sketches, which will take around an hour. In the mean time, consider the bar across the street to settle the nerves." Kat winked.
"I may be completely covered in ink, but I hate needles. Booze=strength." She said and everyone laughed. I sighed.
"As tempting as that sounds, I'm not exactly drinking right now..." I trailed off, smiling at my husband who grinned like a lottery winner. Kat's eyes instantly lit up.
"OH MY GOD CONGRATULATIONS!" She squealed and Harry and I thanked her.
"But if you could keep that a secret, we don't need the press-" Harry started and Kat held up a hand with a smile.
"Of course. I don't even know what you're talking about."
When we returned from the pet shop (yes we spent an hour naming puppies in the store), Kat was waiting for us with the sketches.
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Begin Again (Sequel to Stand Up)
FanfictionBeing Mrs. Styles has a lot of challenges in its title. The paparazzi, threatening fans, and constant travel with ZERO personal life... Try handling all that, but pregnant. In this sequel to Stand Up, Poppy and Harry's relationship is put to the tes...
