One Time Only

Chapter 43

Gemma and Anne walk into the shop to find Jerica leaning over Harry with a tattoo gun in her hand. Just as Anne is about to say something, Jerica straightens up, kisses Harry's neck, and whispers something in his ear that causes him to spin around and pull her into his lap, and them both to laugh.

"Harry Edward, how many more tattoos are you going to get?" Anne asks. "You're running out of space."

Harry laughs. "Oh come on mom. I have plenty of room left. The one Jeri just did is the first one on my back, I have my whole chest left to go and my legs." He says.

"Which will be done by only me or Louis." Jeri says quickly. "No one else is allowed to touch this body." She smiles as she wraps her arms around Harry's neck tighter.

"Fine with me." Harry says as he rubs Jeri's pregnant belly. "So, you two here for a while, or just visiting for a few days?" Harry asks.

Anne sits down in the chair in Louis' station. "Actually I'm here for a reason." She says. "A client of mine found out you were engaged to the famous J.J. Jones and has begged me to ask her to sell him a painting."

"Oh really? Which client might that be?" Harry asks as he gets into a more comfortable position. "And how did he find that out?"

"I may have let it slip when I was talking to his wife." Anne says. "They're redecorating their home, hired Gem and I to do that. I may have mentioned one of Jeri's paintings would look great in their livingroom."

Harry hugs Jeri closer to him, absent-mindedly rubbing circles on her five months pregnant belly. "Who mom?" Harry asks.

"David Beckham, he's seen some of Jeri's work on his travels here. He's always wanted her art in his house." Anne says.

"You're fucking kidding me. The David Beckham?" Harry asks.

"The one and only. I showed Victoria a few pictures of some of the paintings I have of the unsold ones Jeri's done. Hell she wants them all, and David is willing to buy them." Anne laughs.

"Who is this David Beckham guy you're talking about?" Jerica asks.

"What?" Harry yelps out. "He's only the best football player to ever play in England. I can't believe you don't know who he is."

Jerica frowns. "Wait. You play football in England? I've never seen a game there before, and I was there for almost a month." She says.

Harry throws his head back and laughs. "Soccer babe. We call it football, here we say American football."

"Oh. Well Anne I guess if you want you can bring them here, if they're willing to travel this far, and they can look through what's in my storage unit. There is plenty there to pick from." Jerica says.

"I was hoping you'd say that. They'll be landing tomorrow." Anne says. "David said something about wanting a tottoo done by Harry." She smiles.
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Harry parks his car, the next day, in front of a building that looks more like a an airplane hangar than the storage unit he's expecting. Getting out, he walks around the front and opens the passenger door to help Jerica out. They then stand there waiting for everyone else so they could walk in together.
"Stay here, let me get the lights." Jerica says after unlocking the door. Once the lights were on everyone stood there with their mouths open in shock. The place was as huge as a airplane hangar, but it's set up like an art gallery. Paintings hung on every available space. There were fake walls set up making aisle ways down the center of the space with paintings hanging on them also. There must have been over a thousand hanging in here.

"Jesus Christ Jeri, you're sitting on over 100 million dollars worth of art here." Harry whispers. "Why haven't you had mom let you sell any of this?"

"Actually it's closer to a billion." Jerica says shocking everyone. "And I told you, I'll never use your mom as my agent. Not after what you said." She reminds Harry.

"Babe I think after all this time I think I'm over all that by now." Harry says with some heat.

Jerica raises one eyebrow. "Really? Well I'm not taking that risk, I've raised one kid practically on my own so far, I don't want to do that with this one." She says.

"Enough you two." Andi snaps. "You've been getting along so great here lately. Don't let all this throw you off, Harry cool your jets."

"Whatever." Harry snaps as he walks away. "She wants to go broke it's her own fucking fault, not mine." He says as he walks further into the building.

With tears in her eyes, Jerica turns and looks at the Beckhams. "Have a look around, you see anything you like let me know. I'll let you know how much it is." She says, then walks away. As soon as Jerica gets to the room holding the paintings not for sale, she walks in and slams the door. Walking over to one wall she looks up at her favorite picture. It's one she painted of Harry and Timmy, they were lying on her sofa, Timmy on Harry's chest, Harry's hands, fingers laced together, across his back, keeping his son safe. It's one of the first paintings she's ever done in black and white tones.

As soon as Harry hears the echo of a slamming door reverberate through the building he knows he's fucked up again. Walking to the exit he see another door he didn't notice before, opening it up he steps into the room. What he sees brings tears streaming down his cheeks, every picture hanging in this room has him in it. He's swimming, giving tattoos, playing or holding Timmy, or just sitting drinking coffee. Walking up behind Jerica, Harry wraps his arms around her.
"I'm so sorry. I know I can be an ass sometimes, but I'm trying so hard to change that. I love you so much."

Jerica turns and hugs Harry back. "I know you are. That's why I'm wearing your ring. Harry, I love you too." Jerica whispers.