Tattoos (Completed)

Chapter 5

Harry's P.O.V.

It was around ten a.m. the next morning when I awoke, to the sound of a camera. I sleepily blinked my eyes before looking up to see Devon looking at me, smile plastered on her face.
"Did you just-?", I ask, wondering if she actually had taken a picture of me. She laughs, nodding.
"Take a picture of you? Yes, yes I did", she says, smiling. I groan.
"Whhhyyyy???", I ask. She shrugs.
"Because you looked cute, and I want everyone to know that you're mine", she says, before kissing my lips.

She laid back down next to me, my arm draped around her as she cuddled into my side.
"So, did you want to talk about last night?", Devon asks, cautiously. I sigh, nodding.
"Yeah, that would actually help", I say. The truth was, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened yesterday. The last person I ever expected to run into was Louis, let alone for him to be in London and to have moved here, and have Freddie with him. But worst of all, I had yelled at Luke, possibly ending our friendship. That's the last thing I needed right now, Luke had been there for me for so long since the break, and it had been great. I just hope it wasn't over because of that stupid fight.

"Oh baby, what happened?", Devon asks, pulling me close to her as she notices the tears that pricked my eyes, threatening to spill. I swallowed hard.
"I-I uhm, I ran into Louis yesterday", I say, barely above a whisper. I watch as Devon's eyes widen.
"Oh my god. What happened? What did he say?", Devon asks, not moving her arm from being around me.
"He uh, didn't say much. He just asked me mostly how life was going, if I I was still doing music. He asked about you", I say, looking up at her. Her mouth drops open a bit.
"He asked about me?", She asks. I shrug.

"Well, not specifically. But he asked if I had a girlfriend so I told him about you", I say. She nods, as I wonder what could possibly be going through her head.
"He uh, had Freddie with him too. He said he just moved here", I say. Devon looks up, completely shocked.
"But that's a good thing isn't it, H? I mean, now you might be able to talk to him more right?", Devon asks, trying to cheer me up. I nod, looking down at my hands as my thumbs rubbed against each other.
"Yeah, I just, I don't know if I'm ready yet, Dev", I say, trying not to cry as I think about what happened with Luke, and how Louis just showed up out of nowhere.
"It'll be ok. Did something else happen?", She asks.

I suck in a deep breath, before looking at her.
"Luke and I got in a fight", I say.
"About what?", she asks.
"Louis. The other guys too", I say.
"Like, how so?", Devon asks.
"He told me that he had been in contact with them, but wouldn't let me talk to them because they were busy, you know with music and kids and stuff", I say.
"Baby, I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it. He probably just wanted the time to be right", Devon explains.
"I know, I just thought he was supposed to be there for me, you know?", I say, knowing she'll understand.
"He is, just give it some time. Everything will work out", She says, before placing a kiss to my cheek.

She stands up, pulling me off the bed.
"Now, you need to shower, because one, you stink", Devon says, my eyes widening as I playfully hit her while she laughs.
"And two, you're mum is flying in today and you have to go pick her up from the airport at one o'clock", Devon says. I nod.
"Ok, but you better be here when I get out", I say. She smiles, before kissing me.
"I will be, now go", she says throwing some clothes at me and walking out of the room.

I quickly got into the shower, letting the warm water rush over me, relieving all the tension in my muscles, and calming me down from earlier. I began humming one of the songs that I had written down a few weeks ago, and then I began singing it.
"Just stop you're crying it's a sign of the times", I began singing. Before I knew it I was out of the shower, and realized that I had liked the song, and maybe would one day even put it out.
I got dressed and walked out into the living room, my wet hair still dripping occasionally onto my shirt. I saw Devon sitting on the couch, reading something.
"Whatcha reading?", I ask, leaning against the back of the couch. She smiles up at me.
"Something I found in you're bag...", she says, kinda quietly. My eyes widen as I realize what it is. I try to take it from her but she jumps up to keep it away from me.
"Devon no!", I say, trying to reach for it.