Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Anchor Tattoo Or Why Niall Rides The Tube

Hi everyone, I couldn't help myself and used my free afternoon to write another chapter. :) I hope you like it! All the love, Summer xxx

I was woken up by my alarm around eight o'clock and groaned. Stretching my limps, I accidentally hit Lily in the face who responded by shoving me so hard that I fell out of the bed and landed on the cold floor with a loud thud that made Lily jump. "Why are you making so much noise? I still have two hours until I have to get up!" she complained. "Lily, you shoved me off the bed. I didn't wake up thinking 'How do I make the most noise today?'" I replied in a flat tone and she groggily opened one eye. "Did I push you off the bed?" I only raised one eyebrow at her and she mumbled a "Sorry" before she turned around and pulled her duvet back over her head. I scrambled to my feet and quietly left the room, turning on my phone in the process.

I had received four new messages, three of them from Harry and I had five missed calls. "Wow, chill." I said to my phone when it started to vibrate like crazy, apparently a lot of twitter mentions coming in. I filled the kettle with water and sat down at our kitchen table, opening the first message from Harry. "I just heard from Louis what happened, are you okay? xxx" The second one was "Shit, I just saw the photos online,  call me if you wanna talk. xxx" The last one was the most recent one and had been sent half an hour ago. "I hope you are okay, love, I'm here for you if you wanna talk. xxxx"  Without thinking I pressed 'call' and patiently waited until he picked up the phone. 

"Good morning." came Harry's deep voice through the phone. I noticed again how much deeper it was shortly after he had just woken up and was reminded off the two times when we had shared a bed. Blushing a bit, I smiled, before I replied. "Morning, Harry." There was a shuffle at the other end. "Are you okay? Have you seen the photos yet?" he asked, clearly concerned. "Nope, I went straight to bed last night and I only just got up. Are they bad? Can you see my face?" I asked him, panic threatening to overwhelm me again. "You can't really make out your face, love, but everyone who knows it's you will recognise you. But they haven't found a name to go with the photo, so you're not completely out there yet."

I let out a sigh of relief and poured myself a cuppa tea, while I tried to hold my phone between my head and my shoulder. Unfortunately, it didn't work very well and I caught the phone just in time before it hit the floor, preventing Harry from getting a tinnitus for the rest of his life. Well, an even worse one than what he already had from standing on stage for five years, surrounded by screaming girls. "I was just, oh shit, aaah!" I could hear Harry's laughter even before I put the phone back up to my ear. "What are you doing?" he asked amused. "Nothing." I brushed him off and successfully managed to fish the tea bag out of my mug, before I added some milk.

"So, tell me, apart from the paparazzi, did you have a nice evening?" he asked me in a teasing voice and a wide grin spread across my face. "I did, thanks. Louis took me to see the Lion King and then to a really good, but super posh restaurant, where we got drunk on amazing wine and a ridiculously expensive bottle of champagne." Harry chuckled. "Ridiculously expensive champagne does sound like something Louis would buy. But I'm glad you had a great time, love." I smiled widely and took a sip of my tea. "Sooo... I was wondering..." I started hesitantly. "Um, when would you like to go and get the tattoo?" My voice grew m towards the end of the sentence and I wasn't even sure if Harry had heard the last bit.

"The tattoo?" he asked, suddenly excited. "Would you like to get it soon?" I nodded and then remembered that he couldn't see me. "Actually, yes. Whenever you're free." Suddenly, very happy that I was alone in the kitchen, I pulled my legs up onto my chair to get a little bit more comfortable. "Wait... let me just check something..." There was a short pause and I heard some shuffling. "I don't know how free you are this week with uni and everything, but I would be free on Wednesday if that fits you? Derek, my artist, already said he'd be free  this week. But that's only of course if like his style." I pulled my computer towards me and turned it on. "I'll check his designs in a minute, but Wednesday sounds great. I have an early lecture, but I could skip that." I explained to him and drummed my fingers on my table, while I waited for my computer to be ready.m"Are you sure? I don't want you to miss university just for me." He sounded skeptical and I quickly assured him that missing one lecture wouldn't kill me. 

Once my computer was ready, I opened Google and asked Harry for the name of the artist, before hitting enter. "Wow, I love them!" I exclaimed excitedly and scrolled down the photos of his work. "Are you sure he would do my anchor, as well, though? I mean it's one thing to do you on such a short notice, but it's another to tattoo a random girl he's never met." Harry's beautiful laugh sounded through the phone and I couldn't help but smile as well. "Don't worry about that, alright? Derek and I are old friends, and he'll be happy to help you out as well. It's not gonna be really big anyway, is it?" he asked. "No, I am not even sure about the placement yet, but it mustn't be visible because of my work and not too big. Probably somewhere on my back or on my upper thigh. We'll see." I took a long sip from my steaming tea and burned my tongue a bit. "I'm sure you'll figure something out, love. I'd be happy to help you out." I could pretty much see his smirking face in front of me and rolled my eyes. "Thank you, Harry. I appreciate the offer."

"No problem, love." he assured me. There was a short pause before I looked our kitchen clock and realised how late it already was. "Oh shit, I gotta go. My train goes in half an hour and I am not even dressed yet!" I squeaked into the phone. After a quick goodbye to Harry, I downed the rest of my tea, cursing when it burned my tongue, and then run into my bed room to put some clothes on. Make-up wasn't even considered, but when I was dressed and had brushed my teeth, I still only had five minutes for a ten minute walk to the next tube station. I literally run onto the platform when the train arrived and squeezed into one of the already packed compartment. 

The train abruptly started to move and I fell into the person behind me who caught me with ease. I looked up and saw a pair of blue eyes looking down at me, from underneath a weird hat, with a couple of blonde strands peaking out at the sides. "Niall?" I asked quietly and he helped me up, before quickly looking around to see if someone had recognised him. "Morning, love." He smiled down at me and then pulled me into a hug. "Hello bestie, how are you?" I heard his voice in my ear and I pulled away and grinned up at him. "Better now, that I've seen your beautiful face." I joked and he pretended to flip his hair over his shoulder. 

"Well, I was actually in a bit of a hurry because I talked to Harry for too long and then didn't really have any time to get ready." I told him and pulled a face, making him chuckle. "What are you doing here on the Tube during rush hour?" I asked him curiously, unable to find a reason why someone would do that to themselves if they had the money to get a taxi or take a car. "Makes me feel more normal, you know? I'm on the way to the studio." he added in a low whisper and grinned widely. "Really? Wow, I wish I could come and watch you, but I have a meeting with my tutor to get to." Niall patted my shoulder. "You'll be fine. Is Lily alright?" he asked, his eyes lightening up at the mention of his girlfriend.

"Well, she literally kicked me out of her bed this morning, but apart from that she was great and went back to sleep." His grin widened. "That sounds like my girl. You alright, though?" I nodded. "What were you doing in her bed in the first place?" he asked me and wiggled his eyebrows at me. "Not whatever you're thinking, Niall." I shook my head at his childishness. "Louis and I went out on a date last night and were caught by the paps and Lily tried to comfort me afterwards." I explained to him and he frowned. "Shit, are you okay, love?" he asked me concerned and I nodded. "They don't seem to have a clear shot of my face so at the moment the Internet is just speculating about Louis Tomlinson's new girlfriend." I rolled my eyes and Niall chuckled. "Ah, they'll get over it, love, trust me." 

His eyes wandered up to where the next station was displayed. "I gotta get off at the next stop, but you have a great day, alright?" He pulled me into a hug and then squeezed through the crowded compartment and disappeared out of the door, leaving me with a faint smile. My eyes fell onto a newspaper that a man was reading and I nearly fell over again, when I saw a huge photo of Louis and me on the title page. "Louis Tomlinson's new girlfriend?! - Boy band pop idol is breaking teenagers' hearts around the world" I rolled my eyes at the stupid caption, but was glad that you really couldn't see me very well. I lowered my head just in case and prayed that no one would recognise me today. Hearing my stop, I pushed myself through the crowd and out of the train, trying to be as invisible as possible while I fought my way to the nearest exist, ready for another, long day at uni.