A Public Affair (A Harry Style Fan Fiction)

Skeleton + Fedora

Usually when you get a tattoo, it’s because you thought about it before. It had to kind of have an explication being it since it would be forever inked into your skin. Well that was how people generally thought, but not me and especially not these boys because when you think about it, it isn’t like their tattoos had some kind of meaning. Like Louis and the bird on his arm, it was just a bird because he liked the design. You might ask why I am talking about tattoos right now. No I wasn’t planning on getting anything Harry Styles related but this morning he texted me to ask if I wanted to hang out with them at the Tattoo Parlour. I was alone in Los Angeles and I didn’t have anything planned except for having a Gossip Girl marathon all alone so I figured it would be more fun to be with them. It was always fun to be around them, they really were a bunch of clown heads and I loved it. Like last night at the yacht, Louis challenged Niall to go around with nothing but his boxers and Keirsten’ sunglasses. I didn’t have to tell you that he did it but the funny part was Keirsten trying to get them back by running after him on the front deck. I wanted to go talk to Eleanor but she was always with Louis, not leaving his side so that was why I wanted to do it today if she was going to be there at the tattoo shop.

That was why I was looking through the window, to see when his black Range Rover would be parked outside the gate. You would love to hear that the paps came right back in front of my place after the whole yacht experience. Harry and I not taking our distance only put oil on the fire. We were back to start, with the eyes of the public on us and our new relationship. That was the struggle of every couple on the planet, yes I am being sarcastic. When I saw his car pull over, I took my phone on the table near the door and closed the door behind me before jogging towards his car. He came halfway to my rescue when the paps were insisting with their flashes and their questions. The only thing that I replied was that we were friends.

We were friends.

Sounds so weird to say it out loud when the night before we were sucking faces on a boat with his fellas. With the help of Harry, we arrived to his car and he opened the door for me. I immediately got in with my head down meanwhile Harry jogged to the other side before getting into the car. He buckled up and put the petal to the metal, leaving the street, the house, and all the paps. The drive was as per usual, we spoke about everything on our mind. I even brought up the Eleanor subject to him and this was his response.

‘’You can’t force someone to feel a certain way, love. She is still very offended by what you said but I’m pretty sure she will come around, she just needs some times.’’

‘’The fact that you are taking her side, really bothers me Styles.’’ I said looking out of the car’s window.

‘’I will always be on your side whenever you are wrong or right.’’ He said before grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it.

I rolled my eyes at his display of affection but deep down, I loved it when he did something like that. For the rest of the car ride, he held my hand but when we arrived in front of tattoo parlour, he let it go. I didn’t say anything; I only got out of the car and walked straight to the door with Harry behind me. When I opened the door, everyone was there except for Niall which didn’t surprise me at all. He wasn’t fond of tattoos, not my words, Harry’s words. I greeted everyone and I even met Liam’s mother, Karen. She was the most precious human being on the planet, she didn’t even know me but she made the effort to know a little bit about me which was kind of nice of her. I found myself thinking that she looked a lot like my mother, my biological mother. She was sweet and caring; she always put people first before herself and I could see all the love she had for his little boy, Liam. Thinking about my own mother only made the pain in my chest grow bigger. I didn’t really pay attention to it because I was with Harry and he was helping me forgetting about the constant pain but now when I see Liam’s mother in front of me, I couldn’t stop but imagine her with me right now. I thought that was why I ended up hanging out with her for the most part of the day at the Tattoo Parlour; I liked having a bit of my mom even if it wasn’t really her. I didn’t care about the ache in my chest.