Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Sixty-One

Sexual Content

Part Sixty-One

Amanda wraps my tattoo, my fingers wiping the last few tears after seeing Harry's tattoo. It was so beautiful and heartfelt; I never thought a man could get a tattoo of my name, let alone Harry. It's amazing.

"You are all set. I'm sure Harry will help you take care of this so I will leave you with that," she tells me, her lip piercing shining as she smiles at me.

"Thank you so much Amanda."

"It was my pleasure," she hugs me and I give her another thank you, happy with the words on my arm.

She lets me go and Harry puts his shirt on, walking over to me with a smile. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and kisses my temple, both of us saying goodbye and walking out of parlor, my head resting on Harry's shoulder.

"So, do you want to go out for dinner or go back home?" he asks, walking to the car and opening the door.

"Let's go out," I nod, his lips kissing my cheek and closing the door. He jogs to his side and gets in, starting the car and pulling onto the road.

"Where to birthday girl?" he smiles, grabbing my hand that was in my lap; attempting to at least with his cast.

"TGI Fridays?" I ask, his head nodding and he continues to drive. I turn up the radio and I lay my head on Harry's shoulder.

"You okay?" he asks, my head nodding and I take a deep breath. I wrap both my hands around his right one, gently running over his forefinger.

I don't want to close my eyes

Don't want to fall asleep

'Cause I'd miss you baby

And I don't want to miss a thing

Harry softly sings, the Aerosmith song ringing through the car. My lips curve into a smile and I start to sing with him, his head turning to me and smiling. I'm sure it's because I suck at singing but I want to, both of us ending in a laughing fit. We sing all the songs that come onto the radio. We drive for almost an hour to get to the closest TGI Fridays, both of us singing to keep each other occupied.

We sing Maroon 5, to Somo, to The Rolling Stones, to anything that comes onto the radio. I keep Harry's hand in mine and he finally pulls into the restaurant. We get out and Harry grabs my hand, walking in and getting a table. We are seated almost immediately due to the late hour and we order our drinks.

"Does it hurt this much the first time?" I ask, rubbing my forearm.

"Yes it hurts like a bitch the first time. It will be better after you wash it off and let it dry tonight."

I nod and the waiter brings our drinks; I begin sipping mine as soon as it is in front of me. I tell him that the bandage over it is starting to itch but he widens his eyes.

"Don't scratch, pat it. If you scratch it you will swell and then the tattoo will get infected. It happened with this one," he said, pointing to three nails on his left bicep. I nod and we order food, me getting a salad and Harry getting a steak sandwich. He grabs my hand and he begins talking about college.

"You're joining the soccer team?" I gasp, his head nodding.

"Yup, try outs are in a few days so I'm giving it a try. Plus, it will put that rotten bastard in his place."

I laugh and take my phone out, placing it on the table and looking up the teams. Harry must be trying out for the summer team, considering exam week is this week. I should probably get my job back too if I want to pay for the class.