Right Now **EDITING**

Wherever You Are

Virginie's Point Of View

November 15th

It's breaking my heart to admit that this is our final day together.  Harry's leaving tomorrow morning with Niall.  If it weren't for Harry's tattoo appointment, I would have kept him in bed with me, all day, never letting go, hanging on to the dream while it feels real.  

We are on our way to the studio.  I don't even know what he wants to get tattooed, but I'm excited to see how everything works.  Apparently, the tattoo artist is Harry's friend.  It's nice to meet him, but it feels weird.  It's like Harry's dark side is finally revealed. 

He sits in the chair and crosses his legs like he is doing a manicure or something.  It's hilarious, he is so relaxed.  He explains what he wants and it turns out to be very little on his left wrist.  A key.  Right next to the lock and the anchor.  It's small and gentle, but why did he want a key tattooed on him?

"Why a key, why so small?"  I ask while he is showing me the work done.

"It's for you...  You have the key to my house.  You have the key to my heart.  You are the key for me..."  He hasn't got the time to finish his sentence, my arms surround his neck and my mouth finds his in a spontaneous quick but passionate kiss.

"Why did you?"  I ask breathlessly, my eyes wide, looking at his wonderful gaze.

"To have you with me when I'm away...  Wherever you are."

Then, I turn my back at him with another act of spontaneity.  What is he doing to me?  I've been doing lots of crazy stuff already for him and I'm about to ink my skin permanently.

"Could you do me the same thing, at the same place.  Please?"  I say sitting at the very place Harry did moments ago.  I shut my eyes closed, press my head on the back of the chair as Harry's friends sterilizes his equipment.

I think Harry finally realises what I'm about to, kneels next to me and takes my hand to kiss it.

"You have no idea how much I love you right now."

"Not as much as I you."  I smile at him as the man cleans my wrist.

He takes his gun and starts it.  The buzzing sound is getting my nerves all over the place.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." I say in short breaths.

"Hey, look at me.  Everything is going to be fine."  He says warmly trying to calm me holding my hand tightly taking my cheek in his other palm.

I laugh as he succeeds at distracting me, but for other reasons.

"You act as if I was giving birth."  I joke at him.

He laughs and kisses my hand.

"Not yet baby..."  He whispers his lips against my hand.

I freeze at his words.  What is that supposed to mean?!  I decide to not take it seriously as he probably joked anyway.

"It's done Miss!"  Says the tattoo artist, very gentlemanly.

I take a look at it. I didn't feel a thing.  I don't know if it was because of Harry distracting me or because it really isn't that bad.

"I love it!  Thank you so much!  I feel like a badass now!"  I smile widely looking at him like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Indeed you are!  You are far from the little angel you were when we met!"  He jokes hugging me tightly.  

We finally leave and Harry is driving us to the next surprise.  I can't believe everything that has happened today. My parents will kill me when they see the tattoo.  I hope they won't put it on Harry's fault...  Anyway, I don't care.  I'm proud of it and they should too.  It's beautiful, but mostly meaningful.