Love In The Friendly Skies. A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Chapter 39

The next morning I woke up with Harry's arm wrapped around my waist just as we had fallen asleep. I loved feeling him up against me. So comfortable, like home which may be Los Angeles soon depending on how things went in Portland in a couple days. Pushing the thought away from my mind I felt Harry start to stir.

He nuzzled into my neck and murmured "Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?"

"Morning, babe; yeah I slept like a rock."

He lifted his arm from my waist and readjusted to turn me around and face him.

"I love waking up with you in my arms, baby." He said in a raspy, sexy morning voice. His eyes were still half closed from just having roused.

"It's wonderful for me too babe." I answered.

"What are you thinking about, Em." He asked seeing my brow furrowed.

"A few things actually." I admitted. "Portland, the girls, the party leftovers down there and most importantly a new tattoo."

"A new tattoo? I've seen the musical note on your left shoulder. What are you thinking of getting babe?" he asked.

"You're going to laugh at me."

"I may chuckle but tell me anyway." He said.

"An infinity symbol with a small musical note in one side hanging; and love on the other side of the infinity symbol making up the symbol." I told him.

"Hmm, I wonder why that?" he teased me with a slight chuckle.

"Don't tease me. I saw this last night when we were staring at the stars." I sat up and grabbed the pen and note pad next to his bed. I don't know why I always keep it by my bed; usually to remember dreams or thoughts and of course for calls that came in from work.

"Here, this is what I am talking about – don't laugh at the artist. Rachel is the fashion designer who is artsy. I will get the tattoo artist to draw it. But this is what I want."

I drew the infinity sign and in cursive wrote out love on the right side. On the upper left hand side of the infinity symbol I drew a small musical note. I held it up and showed Harry.

"I like it, babe. It fits you. I know you are serious about it; I've seen that look of determination on your face before. If you want I can get my tattooist up here to do it for you if you'd like to get it done in private." He offered.

"Oh Harry, that would be great. I really want to do this today!" I said excitedly. I started to roll out of bed and he pulled me back up against him.

"Where are you going, missy? Get your sweet ass back in bed this minute" he said as he hugged me from behind.

"To get dressed and downstairs to make as much noise as humanly possible and make everyone hurt for making such a mess!" I grinned at Harry.

"In that case, I'm in! Come on, babe – let's get down there and yell like banshees!" he laughed as he let go of me and we both ran to get dressed.

I put on a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra and grabbed one of Harry's t-shirts.

"Hey!" he said. "That's my Rush t-shirt woman!" he snickered.

"I know, and I like Rush." I said sticking my tongue out at him before I ran into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.

He threw on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and joined me in the bathroom. He washed up as I ran a brush through my hair and put some mascara on my eyelashes. I didn't bother with blush or anything on my lips. Harry smiled at me and kissed me.