The Man That Can't Be Moved

BooBears and Tattoos

His eyes almost popped out of their sockets. His hand immediately rubbing the now reddening spot. "What way that for?"

Crossing my arms. I refused to talk to him. How could he be here, with me, when he had a girlfriend? "Alex, talk to me!" He begged, "what have I done?"

Just by the way he spoke I could tell he had absolutely no idea why I slapped him. "Oh boobear!" My hands fly up to emphasize the disgust that I was feeling.

"Boobear? That's Louis' nickna- are you jealous?" His eyes got softer and his mouth curled up into a Cheshire Cat grin. "You call Louis boobear?"

"You are jealous!" I couldn't help but look into his green eyes, which seemed to have gotten bigger and brighter in the last 10 seconds. "No! I-I just think that it's weir to call your best friend Boo Bear.. That's all."

Arms crossed in a defensive position I knew he knew I was lying. "Alright." In a defeated tone was all I got.

Harry slumped back in the plastic chair and mimicked a relaxed pose, probably to show he wasn't leaving. My eyes traveled to his bicep which was covered in tattoos.

"This one is a bird age." He said pointing. "There's a ship.." He continued on to show me all of his tattoos. "Do you have any?"

Positioning my body to sitting up off the hospital bed I lifted my hair and showed him the first tattoo I had gotten. 'stand.' Right under my hair line on my neck. "And also.." I kicked the blankets of my body to show him my foot.

"'one step and you're free'?" He looked back at me from my foot. "What does that mean? Like suicide?"

I nodded. Blushing. No one had ever really looked at it or cared about it long enough to get the real meaning. "Why?"

Tears threatened to fall, but I pulled them back. "Alex look at me. You are perfect, I don't want you to ever feel like suicide is the answer. This tattoo... It's not who I want you to be. Let me fix you."