Once

Chapter Five

Stella

Harry and I stuck together the entire night. We talked a lot, and Harry drank a lot. I told him my problems, and he told me his. I felt like we had been friends for ever.

"Do you know what you need?" He asked me, taking a swig of what seemed like his millionth drink.

"Nope, what?" I ask curiously, sipping my lemonade - I don't drink alcohol.

"Tattoos!" He said excitedly, and that one word annoyed me. It was a beautiful word. I love tattoos, and there were millions of tattoos that I've wanted for ages. The only problem?

"I can't, management." I say, annoyed.

"Management told me I couldn't get any." Harry took another mouthful. "But I got one, and it's not like they can do anything once it's there. They hate me for it, sure, but what can they do." He shrugged and took one last mouthful before putting the empty glass down. "Come onnn!" He slurred, taking my hand and pulling me from my seat.

"Harry, I can't!" I said, trying to sound serious, but as he pulled me to the exit, I couldn't help but feel excited. I was actually getting a tattoo!

"Can I do it, pleasee?" He asked as we stood out the front of the venue waiting for a taxi, not attracting any attention to ourselves.

"I would let you if you weren't drunk." I say honestly.

"So I can?" He asked, his face lighting up.

"Well, no, because your dr-"

"I can do it tomorrow!" Harry said desperately. I let out a sigh, thinking. "Pleaseeeee?" He pleaded.

"I'll think about it." I say, and I really did. When the taxi came, Harry told the driver where his hotel was and gave him an extra five hundred to keep quiet about where he was staying. We drive to Harry's place and made our way up to his hotel room. Thank god the boys' weren't sharing a room - Louis had teased me for talking to Harry when we met, I can't imagine what he'd say if we were in the same hotel room.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Harry asked, closing the door behind us.

"Sure." I smile.

"Hey, what about Saw?" He grinned.

"Dude, I watch Saw all the time, bring it on." I lie. I hate scary movies, and I was shaking just thinking about watching one.

"Hmm, well if your gonna be like that..." Harry walked over to the case which held his movies and pulled out four disks. "Paranormal Activity marathon." As he said this, I felt my heart stop. Once I was on a plane, and I was flicking through the channels on my little TV thing they have on the back of the seats. On one of the channels, Paranormal Activity was the starring movie. My sister, who was ten at the time, was watching it without flinching. I took it as a challenge, and watched about five minutes of it before I was scared out of my wits, so I put my earphones in and tried to sleep. I was woken up when one of my earphones were pulled out, and I screamed like a maniac thinking it was a demon or something, and it turned out it was just my sister waking me up because we had landed.

"Stella?" Harry asked, waving a hand in front of my face. I'm guessing he could tell how horrified I was at just the thought of the movie, because the next thing he said was; "If you don't want to watch it, we can watch something else."

"No, I'm fine with that." I shrug. I just hoped I didn't fall asleep here, Harry would find out just how brave I was if he tried to wake me up in the morning.

A/N;

There's a photo of some sexy beast by the name of Stella Sclater on the side, who ever that is xD So, I just want to add in (as silly as it sounds) that, um... That whole plane incident is true and I hate scary movies and I just can't handle anything like that because I get scared really easily OK bye >.<