Mara Jay Hansen is roommates with one direction. She's an interior designer building her dream. After struggling with Harry constantly asking her to marry him she breaks and leaves. Harry is broken and so is Mara. Mara reconnects with her ex-fiancé...
"You really want to do this?" Harry asks. "Mm huh." "That's not a yes." He opened the door for me. We walked in. "Mara, it gonna hurt." "It's fine." He raised his eyebrows. "What can I help you with?" A man with several piercings and tattoos asks. "Hey! Harry's back!" A man in the back yells. "Well if it isn't Harry Styles." Kat Von D says. "How you doing Kat?" He asks. "Good. That are we getting today? A MJ special?" She jokes. "Actually it's Mara's turn." I smile as the attention is now on me. "Oh yeah?" I haven't even had the guts to get a second ear piercing so this was a big jump. "Let's get started." She took me to sit down. "Where do you want it?" "The back of my neck." She twists her finger in the air to tell me to turn around. I pulls up my locks. "Plenty of room. What are you wanting?" "Butterflies." I tell her. "One or.." "They start out small and then get bigger as they go up." "Ok." She starts sketching. "Like this?" I examined it. "May I?" "Of course." I fixed a few spots. "Artist?" "Haha, yes." "Perfect. What color?" "Just black." "Alright, I'll be right back. Calm the nerves while I'm gone." She looks at Harry. "You've got a great support system." and winked. I smiled back. As she left Harry walked over after getting off the phone. "Plane leave in 4 hours." "I don't want to go." "You and Stephanie are planning Zayn's farewell." "Right. So is Taylor a no or go?"
We were almost finished. The pain was intense. Especially for my first. I squeezed Harry's hand. "Alright?" He rubbed my shoulder with his other hand. "Mmm hum." I pressed my lips together. Though out the experience Harry tried to make conversation. "What would David do?" "Scream." He's a wuss. He was so mad that I got to go to Coachella. "Nice performance at Coachella." She says. "Oh, thanks. It was last minute." Harry blushed. This ass had a crush on Kat. Well damn I'm right here babe! She wiped the area. "All done! Let's get you wrapped and ready to go." "Ok." I sat up. She left for a minute. "You have a crush!" I whispered. "I do not!" "You have a crush on Kat Von D!" "MJ!" He smiled. She came back. "You like her." I mouthed. He put a finger to his lips. Then moved it to kiss my forehead. "Harry knows the drill. Oliver will check you out. Have a nice day. When am I gonna see you again?" "Not sure. I'll text you." Harry had her number! There are things I didn't know about this Kat. As we are walking out I brush into him. "You like her and you have her number." "You're the only girl I'm in love with, Darling." He pulled me closer.
"Let's see it!" Liam says. "Ok." I turned around and lifted up my pony. "Awe that's so cute. Butterflies for Harry." Steph says. "You didn't tell me that!" Harry protests. "It was a secret." "I love it, love, but we got to pack." Niall says. Awe, I love it when they called me sweet names, love, darling. "Stud?" I say. All the guys answer. I laugh. "Harry, but you guys are all studs." I put an arm around him. Steph winks. I'm not sure what that meant though.
London was cold. When we landed we got a jolt of cold air brushed on our skin. We pulled out our jackets and put them on. Harry or his around me. The paparazzi were waiting. The scary thing about them was you didn't know when they would show up. Or they might be sitting across the room in a restaurant form you. The closer they are, the tighter Harry's grip is.
I stared out the window on the drive home. Raindrops began to fall.
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They gradually got longer and fuller. I pressed my arm to the window and rested my head on it. We were jet lagged. Steph yawned and Louis rubber her back as she tried to keep from sleeping. I don't know what it was but we were tired. Well, except me. I had this image in my head that I needed to get down. I needed to draw, paint. It was a women crying. I'm not sure why but I needed it on paper. Harry's head fell against me. He was knocked out. His hair was French braided. I chuckled. I wouldn't have learned if it wasn't for his long hair to play with. It was fun to come up with new styles . I liked to play with it when he was asleep because then he didn't get to tell me it hurt or he didn't like it. I held his head and kissed the side of his face. That was my Harry.
I'm sitting in the couch watching the bachelorette with Steph eating a bag of crisps. The whole bag. "How do you eat that much and still look skinny?" Steph asked. "Are you kidding. I'm 6 months pregnant with a food baby." Just then Liam walked in. He stood there just watching us. "Did you just say you're pregnant?" "Food baby." "Ah." He opened the fridge. Harry ran out of he room. His feet slipping on the hardwood. "YOU'RE PREGNANT!?" His hair in his face and his breathing getting heavier. "No!" Stephanie yelled. "Food baby!" The relief on his face made of laugh. "But come on Mara you're flatter than Louis' muscles." Liam sprayed Harry with milk that he was chugging. Harry stood there in amazement. "Thanks mate." "Are you kidding? Look at you!" "No no, Mara look at that. Remember the beach? You rocked at swimsuit!" "Ladies, ladies! You are both beautiful!" Harry says as he wipes his face. "Says the one who likes Kay Von D!" "Mara." He warned. I took off running. "I'm gonna hide every one of your left shoes and see how you like it!" I slam the door and lock it. "MJ!" "And it was me who hid your dress shoes in Niall's room everyday for the past months! Especially on days I knew you would wear them!" Ok maybe too much. "Mara!" He laughed hard.
The rain pitter-pattered on the garage door. My brush strokes firm and complex. The image of the lady transferred perfectly. She cried gold foil. Her eyeliner jet black like Harry's soul. I mean what?
