Pride {l.s.}

54- Tattoos

The Story So Far:

Harry has Hashimoto's (body is attacking his thyroid). Niall has a crush on Cheyenne, his chef. Liam and Zayn have a dog. Louis finally came out to everyone.

Spanish Version Available: Pride | l.s. [Traducción al español] by InLarryLove

"What's this one for?"

"The ship? Well, I honestly just found it beautiful. I also find it like meaningful obviously, but you can take it many ways," Harry explains to me. "It reminds that we're all ships at sea finding our ways. We're navigating our way."

"I'll be your compass," I reply. I stick my arm out and show Harry the compass tattoo on my arm.

"Well, this is just weird and oddly perfect," Harry says with a laugh. "We have complementary tattoos without meaning too."

"What, uh, what would you think of getting matching tattoos?" I ask offhandedly. I pull my body so that I'm laying directly on top of Harry as we both lay on our bed. I take his hand and trace the tattoos on his hand. "I mean we both love tattoos. I want something to remember you by forever."

"I don't want matching tattoos."

My eyes can't help but open wide in surprise. Harry is obviously my boyfriend and I obviously love him, but what if he hasn't thought that far ahead with me? Maybe he's not like me. I've imagined our life together a lot. Maybe he hasn't.

"Oh. That's fine too."

"I want complementary tattoos, like the ones we have but intentional."

"What?"

"Have you read Harry Potter?" Harry asks, which seems extremely random.

"No. Why?"

"Okay first, that's dumb and second, there's this thing called a patronus. It's like... your spirit animal. It's a spell and everyone has a different animal that is produced by this spell," Harry explains. "And your patronus says something about you as a person."

"Okay. I'm still lost, but okay."

"Harry Potter's mother's patronus is a doe, like a female deer. There's a character, Snape, who loves her. He is so obsessed with her that his patronus is a doe too. Does that make sense so far?"

I nod my head. With Harry's face so close to mine as I lay on his chest, I just want to kiss him, but I force myself to focus on his words.

"Yeah. Patronus. Doe. Love. Got it."

"So Harry's father's patronus is not a doe like his will-be-wife. It's a stag, like a male deer," Harry says.

"So instead of having doe tattoos where they are matching, you want us to complete each other like the stag and doe?" I suggest as I try to understand his lesson.

"Yes exactly. I don't want us to be the same. I love you because of your originality and the way you think. I want us to complete each other like pieces to a puzzle." Harry suddenly gets shy from his suggestion as he looks away from me and gets quieter. "I mean do you want something tattooed on your body to forever remember me by? That's your whole life that you're going to remember me by a piece of ink."

"I want it," I confirm. "I think that our kids will find it very cute that we got complementary tattoos."

I realize my Freudian slip. I remember learning about this in a psychology class. I have revealed subconscious feelings unintentionally. I obviously want to marry this boy, but we haven't talked about that at all with each other. We just told each other that we loved each other for Pete's sake. He probably hasn't thought about our future a ton, and now I look stupid. We haven't been dating that long, but something is special about us. Nothing can come between us.

Harry absurdly sits up, and in the process, I fall off of him. I sit up beside him and try to reason with him.

"I didn't mean to say that! I mean we don't have to think that far ahead. Obviously I love you, but I'm content just being here with you-" I try to explain to him desperately as I take his hand in mine. He looks at me with an expression of wide eyes and surprise.

"I want to marry you too," Harry interrupts me. The storm in my head calms down at his words. I lean down and press a kiss to Harry's hand.

"I'd marry you, Harry, because it rhymes," I reply with a shy smile as I look up into his green eyes.

"Is that the only reason?"

"And because I love you," I reply before I rest my hand on his neck and gently pull him in. His lips meeting mine still makes my toes curl. He gently adjusts our bodies so that he lays down flat with my on top of him. His hands rest in the curve of my back as his lips mold with mine. I allow my hands to drift to his long hair. I always love to play with his brown locks, and I know that it drives him crazy. It's always so soft and smells good. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, and his hair will be in my face. I always move it, but it's so beautiful. It makes me want to paint this beautiful boy.

He pulls away for a second and looks up at me. His lips look slightly red from kissing me, and his hair looks crazy as it lays out across the pillow; I've never seen something this beautiful.

"Dammit, you're amazing," I mutter before I crash my lips into his. This boy drives me crazy. I could do this all day with him, but we can't. Harry pulled his lips away slightly to talk.

"Babe, we've got to get ready. We have to pick everyone up before going to the club," Harry reminds me. His lips are only an inch away, and I can't help but kiss them again.

"Five more minutes," I reply before connecting our lips again. Harry doesn't agree vocally; he instead rolls us over so that he is on top of me. His hands touch the bare skin underneath my shirt as we make our five minutes the longest we can make it.

A/N

I could not resist bringing in Harry Potter and X Factor video diaries. Those were the days.

Also, I cut my thumb open along with a split down half my nail. Did you know you can use clear nail polish and a tea bag to keep your nail together?

xoxo raindropkiss1