Nemophilist || h.s. [ON HOLD]

04 • Bird Tattoo.

((Unedited))

Bird Tattoo.

•Marie-Rose's P.O.V•

"Harry!" I whine, using one of my hands to rub my eyes while using my other to pound on his arm, which is tightly wrapped around my torso, his large muscles flexed so large that they make me seem like a child.

"Harry," I call out again, turning in his arms to poke his chest, "wake up..." I trail off once my eyes gaze along his bird tattoos, which are along each side of his chest.

I smile and begin to trace them, entranced in their beauty and hidden meaning. I look for more, and find another one, a moth in the middle of his stomach.

I move my hands to it instead, and outline the small details and lines in the wings, mesmerized.

Suddenly, Harry jerks awake, and looks down on me, moving his arm that was one across my body to move his hair back.

I smile, my eyes lighting up once I see a small cross tattooed on the skin and muscle in between his fore-finger and thumb.

I use both my hands to grab each side of his, my thoughts of his tattoo leaving my mind as I notice how large his hands are.

I open my palm and lay it flat against his, evening out palm heels out so I can compare the sizes.

I almost gasp at how much his is bigger, and stronger.

"What the cheeseburgers.." I mumble, trying to figure out a way that his hands didn't overwhelm my own.

He only chuckles and leans toward me, surprising me by placing his face in the crook of my neck and breathing in.

He moves his hand from mine and wraps his arms around my body. His arms so muscular that they cover the bottom of my ribcage and my waist at the same time.

"Hey! Guys! Hello?" I giggle as I hear Liam call to us, poking my head:

"Would you quit it," Harry growls, detaching his clasped hands to swat at Liam, only to make him chuckle at Harry's grumpiness.

Liam moves to the end of our bed and smiles mischievously. I squint my eyes at him threateningly, challenging him.

He leans down and reaches out, making my anxiety spike in anticipation.

Suddenly he jerks his hand to my foot and starts to tickle me, making me squeal in Harry's ear, and twist to the side, trying to be let free from both of their grasps.

"Bloody hell Rose!" Harry grumbles, rubbing the ear I yelled into by accident.

But of course I'm too busy trying to crawl away from my attacker to notice Harry, my own laughs clouding my hearing and tears blurring my vision.

Liam finally stops and grins, victory and pride evident in his hazel eyes. I glare at him and curl up. Keeping my limbs close in fear he'll strike another war with my delicate skin.

Harry huffs and rolls over, looking at the hotel flier that is sitting on the nightstand beside the bed, a telephone and lamp also occupying the table.

"Breakfast is from 6 am to 11 am," Harry says, rasp thick in his morning voice, and his accent even thicker, "Liam, what bloody time is it?"

Liam chuckles, and I notice now that he is in jeans and a shirt, socks on and a watch, but his weapons are on the table across the room.

"Um," he hums, stretching his neck to look at the clock under the television, reading the bright red digits, "7:56."

I groan and roll over, my right arm and leg dangling off of the bed in the most comfortable way.

"Liam," I whine, and be practically runs to my aide, "can you open the window, please?"

He smiles gently at me before turning and opening the curtains that are in front of me, causing the sunlight to beam down on me in the most beautifully satisfying way.

I feel Harry's weight shift and leave the bed so I assume he's getting ready. Not caring how I look when we go to get food, I close my eyes and enjoy the light.

After a few minutes of distant thinking, Liam calls my name.

"Mhm?" I hum back, waiting a few seconds before I open my eyes to look at them.

"Get ready, we are leaving soon." He says softly, smiling while leaning down to grab his boots, which are beside Harry's at the end of our beds.

I nod and roll onto my back, groggily sitting up and moving my hair off of my shoulders and onto my back.

I swing my tan-ish legs off of the side of the bed and stand up, stretching my arms out to the ceiling.

I walk to my suitcase and sit on the floor, rummaging through it to find an outfit to wear.

While I search for suitable clothes for the day, I catch sight of my bathing suits, and an idea springs to my mind.

"We should visit the beach! It would be so cool, please?" I beg Harry, already on the ground so I clasp my hands together in a begging way and shake them slightly, showing my eagerness.

He sighs and grumbles, mumbling out a few words to me in the process.

"Fine whatever, just get dressed, damn it, I'm starving."

I giggle and cheer, throwing my arms up over my head before grabbing some clothes and standing.

I quickly walk to the bathroom and put them on, using the bathroom and brushing my hair and teeth before making my way out to the guys.

((Rose's outfit is the one of the left, the white one.))

I slip on some peach colored sandals and we walk outside, the guys grabbing their weapons and Liam grabbing the hotel key while Harry holds the car keys.

I skip along the hall, cheerfully dancing every now and then. I turn and frown when I see Harry's slack face, already missing when he would sarcastically comment or grin lazily.

I use both of my hands to grab his and drag him to my side, Liam chuckling and walking behind us to please Harry's silent orders.

"Come on Hazza," I smile, wrapping my arm around his, and leaning my head on his bicep, closing my eyes and fully trusting Harry to guide me.

When I smell food, I open my eyes and smile, glancing up at Harry before dragging him to the buffet.

While we stack food on our trays, I grab silverware and peak at Harry again, a soft smile on my face.

"Harry," I call, causing him to stop and look at me, curiosity in his eyes, "I love your bird tattoo."

His mouth slowly forms a smirk and he winks at me, making a blush form on my cheeks, so I turn around and grab a drink, preparing myself for our beach day ahead of us.