Tattoos (Completed)

Chapter 6

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Harry's P.O.V.

It has been almost a year since Devon and I started dating, six months since we announced it to the fans, four weeks since I ran into Louis, we've since kept in close contact, texting almost everyday, and four weeks since I had my fight with Luke. I still don't know how to apologize to him, but I'm working on it. My mum has come and gone with her visit, leaving Devon and I alone to find something to do. Devon has her new modeling job that's taking us to Jamaica for a photoshoot. My music is coming along nicely, the album is halfway finished, it's also taking me to Jamaica to record some of the songs.

We arrived in Jamaica yesterday, the flight being long a tiring, giving us severe jet-lag, but was completely worth it for the beautiful view we woke up to this morning. It was warm, yet not to warm thanks to the cool breeze that was coming into our bedroom through an opened window from the ocean. It was around eight thirty when we woke up, normally way to early for me, but I honestly didn't care because I was in paradise. Not only was I in paradise, but I was in paradise, with my one and only love, my babe.

The room we were sleeping in was bright from the sun, it's rays reflecting around the room, making the blue and white walls light up somewhat, making the room even brighter. The white curtains blew outwards towards our bed from the calming breeze, and the sound of the ocean waves made it peaceful and easy to sleep.

I woke up with my arm wrapped securely around Devon's sleeping figure at the waist. Her hair was lightly stuck to her face in some spots, but compared to what I'm sure my curls look like, it wasn't really bed head at all. She was facing towards me, her chest slowly rising and falling with each breath she took. Her facial features were calm, and soothing to look at as she slept, looking completely peaceful and no where near being disturbed.

I debated on whether or not to wake her up, but decided against it for a little bit because she seemed so peaceful, but knew I eventually would because she has to be at the shoot around ten a.m. So I just lay there on the bed, watching as a strand of her hair blew a little bit each time she breathed out, the sound of her heart beating steadily made me sleepy again. But just as I began to drift off, I shot my eyes back open, seeing that it was now almost nine, and decided to wake Devon up.

I sucked in a deep breath through my nose, sitting up slightly as I began to lightly shake Devon's shoulder.
"Dev...time to wake up, doll", I say quietly, not wanting to disturb her to much. She lets out a small groan, moving a little bit in her sleep as she begins to wake up.
"Baby, 'cmon, it's time to get up", I say, her eyes starting to flutter a bit. I smile at her cuteness, before I place a light kiss to her nose.

I laugh slightly as her eyes flutter open at the sudden new feeling on her nose, her blue eyes sparkling as the sunlight hits them, making the sterling orbs brighten up. She smiles sleepily at me.
"Mmm g'morning, Hazzy", She says, her voice quiet and low. I smile back at her.
"Morning beautiful, how did you sleep?", I ask, pushing some of the hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.
"Good", She says, rolling over slightly towards me more.
"That's good", I say. She stares at me a little bit before she starts laughing.

"What's so funny?", I ask, questioning what could possibly be so hysterical at this hour in the morning.
"You should see your hair, babe", she says, sitting up slightly. I turn to look in the mirror on the closet across from our bed. Sure enough, my short curls are sticking up in every direction, making it look almost un-tame-able. I turn back to look at her, chuckling to myself.

"Well, I'd say it's something new, but it really isn't", I say, smirking at her.

"'Cmon though, you have to get up. It's nine and you have to be there by ten", I say, taking her hand and kissing it. She groans before sitting fully up, and standing up and walking to grab her clothes. I watch as she walks away to bathroom, smirking at me. I grab my clothes and change into some paradise-worthy clothes for the day. I fix my hair into something that is somewhat presentable.