Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Nothing I Haven't Seen Before Or Everything Has Changed

Hi everyone, I am so in love with this chapter which I didn't even know i was writing until I was half way done and had this genius idea. I hope you like it. :) All the love, Summer xxx Ps. Please don't hate me for the ending, it had to be done. ;)

Harry did have to suffer a little bit. After I had gotten used to the pain after a few minutes, I asked him to distract me and he happily complied to my request. Unfortunately, the stories he told were all very funny and I wasn't allowed to move to make Derek's work as easy as possible for him. "Harry you need to talk about something less funny or I'm gonna mess her tattoo up." Derek told him from behind me and Harry pouted and gave my hand a light squeeze. "Alright, alright. What else can we talk about?" Derek hit a nerve and I hissed and suddenly squeezed Harry's hand really hard, making his eyes widen. 

"Shit, sorry." I apologised at once, but he patted my hand and gave me a weak smile. "You did warn me, love, it's fine. But you have an impressively strong grip for such a tiny person." I glared up at him. "I am not tiny, I am concentrated awesome." Harry burst out laughing. "That's the best thing I've heard a short person say yet." I squeezed  his hand again, just to make him stop laughing and his eyes wandered over to my bare back. "It looks amazing, Claire. Derek's nearly finished." My ears perked up at the good news. "Really?" Harry grinned down at me and nodded. "Really." 

After another five minutes of silent suffering, Derek was finally finished and I let out a sigh of relief. "I have no clue why you do this to yourself so often." I told both Harry and Derek and saw them exchange amused looks. "You kind of get used to it after a while, but the back does hurt quite a lot." Derek admitted and desinfected the area of the tattoo. "Would you like to have a look at it, before I wrap you up? But you can't put your bra on, until I've put something on it." Considering my options, I decided that I would risk flashing them just to see my new tattoo. 

Carefully, I sat up and clutched my bra to my chest, desperately trying to hold it into place. I hopped of the lounge and walked to the mirror where I turned around to have a proper look at my back. The anchor looked absolutely beautiful and I was so happy to have gone through the pain. "Wow, it's so beautiful, I love it!" I gushed happily and beamed at Harry and Derek. "I am happy you like it, love." Derek said, obviously happy that I appreciated his work. "Now let's get you wrapped up." I sat back down and he put some film over my new tattoo, before Harry helped me to carefully close my bra. Looking up, I saw him already smiling down at me, probably getting a good view of my cleavage. I discreetly crossed my arms over my chest and he grinned, obviously getting the memo. "Nothing I haven't seen before." he muttered under his breath and my head snapped up. 

"What did you just say?" I asked him, his face suddenly a nuance paler than seconds ago. "Um, nothing?" He asked in a very unconvincing tone. Derek excused himself to get some new colour for Harry's tattoo and we were left in an awkward silence. "No, you said 'nothing I haven't seen before'. What do you mean by that?" I asked him, slightly panicking. "Claire, lets not talk about this here, okay? It's nothing and Derek could be back any minute so-" But I interrupted him. "I don't care about Derek right now, Harry, why did you say that?" I asked him more forcefully. He kneaded his hands and didn't look me into the eyes when he answered. "I got a glimpse of you naked in the bathroom when I fell down, okay?"

There was a short silence while I was trying to process what he had just said. "So you've seen me naked?" He nodded and finally met my gaze. "But you said you didn't see anything." I said helplessly and I saw guilt written all over his face. "I didn't want to make things even more awkward than they already were." Humiliated, I looked down at my feet, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Hey, Claire, look at me." Harry gently lifted my chin up and forced me to meet his intense gaze. "Please don't be embarrassed, love. This doesn't change anything, alright? And just that you know, you are very very beautiful." I buried my face in my hands and Harry pulled me into him, careful not to touch my tattoo. 

Derek appeared back in the doorway and cleared his throat. "Um, sorry to interrupt." I immediately stepped out of Harry's embrace, who was watching me intently. "I'll go and prepare the gun, mate." Derek told us and Harry nodded absentmindedly, his eyes still on me. "Claire?" I looked up and jumped a bit when I saw Harry standing so close to me. "Are we okay?" he asked shyly and I nodded. He let out a sigh of relief and walked over to the lounge where he pulled first his jumper and then his shirt off. He seemed to be relieved that we were okay, but I wasn't. When Harry had said this didn't change anything, he was wrong. It changed everything.

A.N. I am so evil, hahahaha, I hope you enjoyed the chapter ;)