Love is Lame

Chapter Ten

"Then let's go get one." I answered Harry nonchalantly as I slid my underwear and bra on. I saw his eyes on me but chose to ignore it. Fuck, I was watching him too.

"Really?" He sounded shocked and I laughed as I put my leggings on. He made it obvious he was watching me this time and I rolled my eyes at him. "You'll get one too?"

"Sure." I shrugged. "I want a star on my hip, like the one on your arm." I said, walking into the living room and getting my brush out of my purse. Harry sat on the couch and I took a seat next to him, my stomach tying in knots. Did I finally start my period? A moan escaped my lips as I clutched my stomach.

"You alright?" He sounded concerned as he brought my head onto his shoulder. I nodded my head, although I felt a pang of realization hit me. Pregnancy. "I want a quote or something on my hip." He told me.

"Like what?" I asked as his hands played in my hair.

"That one I love so much - 'you are my sun, moon, and all my stars.'"

"Then let me go dry my hair and we can go." I stood up and walked into the bathroom. That's the good thing about being with someone with a lot of hair: lots of hair things. I found the hair dryer in the cabinet below the sink and put on a teeny but of makeup so Harry wouldn't notice. I couldn't help but feel flattered that he would get a tattoo that somewhat matched mine.

I used the restroom and saw I hadn't started my period. Damn. Just a stomach ache, right? I've barely eaten anything today.

"I'm ready," I called, passing Harry on the couch and grabbing crackers off of the counter. He put on a coat and I threw his gray sweatshirt over my head. We left, the word pregnancy fluttering around my brain.

I gave Harry directions to the parlor I got all my work done at. We drove with his hand on my thigh again and I scrolled through Instagram. Stacy posted a picture of her and her little brother - who were almost always inseperable. Stace didn't look like she was related to him, her pink hair and strong features barely resembled his dark hair and chubby face.

"Smile." I told Harry as he looked to me, and flicked the camera off as he saw what I was doing. It was a cute picture, me laughing and you could barely see his smile from his hand covering it, but my god you could see his dimple. And there was color to my face. I looked... alive. You know those forced smiles everyone makes when they're around people they don't really care about? It wasn't one of those smiles. It could light up the night sky.

We stepped into the parlor hand in hand and Zeke, the manager, welcomed me with a hug. "Olivia!" He smiled as his arms wrapped around me. "And this is...?"

"Harry." He answered, smiling and shaking Zeke's hand.

HARRY

"So how have you been?" The Zeke guy who reminded me of Zayn asked. Zeke had hundreds of tattoos and face piercings. He was the kind of guy Liv needed.

"Good!" Liv said excitedly, smiling at me. I returned the gesture. "Really good, actually."

"Good." Zeke said sincerely, giving me a look that said 'if you hurt her I'll break your balls' and I nodded. "So what are we getting?" He clapped his hands together and Livi stood up excitedly, drawing the star she wanted on her hip on a piece of scrap paper. She was a very talented artist and I debated saying 'draw me like one of your French girls' but decided against it.

"And you, Harry?" Zeke asked, handing me a piece of paper.

"Livi, will you write the quote I wanted? I want it in your handwriting." I gave Liv the paper as she looked at me, unsure.