only angel

truth

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The final score of the game was 28-24 Patriots.

Harry just sat in his spot, extremely bitter with his personalized jersey and cheesehead. He refused to speak for the rest of the car ride as I modestly bragged.

Today, or Friday, we decided was the perfect day to go out and get the tattoo, since I had to go dress shopping after for the charity ball tomorrow night.

I kept scaring Harry and threatening him by showing him photos of possible ideas, he tried getting out of the tattoo, but of course, that didn't work since we were currently sitting in the parlor waiting.

We went to the parlor that I've been going to for years now since I completely trusted them with all my tattoos.

I held the large book in my lap as I flipped through the pages, carefully examining the intricate designs.

"What about a large No Regrets bolded on your neck?" I grinned at Harry who was most likely giving me a dirty look under his sunglasses. I stifled my laughter before continuing to look for possible ideas that wouldn't ruin Harry's life.

"What about Gucci Mane's ice cream tattoo?"

"Absolutely not."

I finally thought of something stupid, but funny enough for us to remember this moment. I placed the booklet back on the front desk and talked to Jason at the front about doing a freestyle sketch for his tattoo.

I sketched out my idea and he shook his head while laughing before calling Harry to the back for stenciling. I followed behind and Harry clearly wasn't having it as I kept scolding him for trying to look at the stencil being placing on his arm.

"This good Grace?" Jason showed me the placement and I nodded before he made Harry lay down on the chair and extend his arm out to him.

He began to work on Harry's arm as I held Harry's opposite hand and rubbed circles on the back of his palm. I pushed his glasses back and kissed his nose as he scrunched his nose and pushed his glasses back down with our intertwined fingers.

"You're doing a great job sweetie," I jokingly cheered him on and he didn't say anything as he laid there quietly, waiting for Jason to finish up.

The tattoo took around 10 or minutes before it was officially done and Harry would see what I got tattooed on him.

Harry bent his forearm before laughing and turning to me, "I hate you," Harry kept laughing as he examined the small '28-24' tattoo in my handwriting on his skin. I smiled before getting up and thanking Jason.

I paid for the tattoo after shoving Harry out of the way when he tried pulling out his credit card. We left to go have breakfast at the diner down the road since I was starving and Harry knew I tend to get hangry.

We ate quickly since we had a lot to finish today because I was always a last minute person for everything. We went to multiple high end dress shops and I didn't seem to find anything that I liked. I felt discouraged, but Harry insisted that we go to one last spot before freaking out.

We entered a large private studio and a group of women rushed over to us immediately, they grabbed my hand before leading me into the back and taking all my measurements.