Tattoos (Completed)

Chapter 7

Harry's P.O.V.

The first day we woke up in Jamaica after the proposal was perfect. We were snuggled up against each other like usual, our noses touching. I could feel the air from her nose against my face, keeping me cool and relaxed. My arms were securely wrapped around Devon's waist, while her arms were pulled up against her chest. We had stayed like that all night. Nothing ever seemed so perfect. We both woke up that morning realizing that not only were we still in Jamaica, but that I was laying next to my future wife, and across from her future husband.

We had styed in Jamaica a few more days after that, Devon continued her modeling, and I continued to record more songs for my album. It was coming along nicely, only a few more songs had to be recorded before it would be finished. Meanwhile, I had gotten a text from Michael saying that the parlor was a wreck without me there to help, and Luke was freaking out. Apparently he was just as nervous to talk to me as I was to him.

Our flight home had started early yesterday morning, and landed really late last night, so we both slept in until around noon, before I decided to head into the shop to try and make things go back to normal. Devon was still lying in bed when I left, texting her mum about Jamaica, but not telling her the news just yet. We had decided to wait a little bit to announce it to the fans, deciding that later today or tomorrow morning would be a good time to do it.

I took my time walking to the shop because I wanted to take in London, it's weather, sounds, and even smells. It had been a while since we were home in London, so I kind of forgot what it was like since Jamaica is so different from here. Louis had texted me earlier as well, saying that he wanted to tell me something important later, to which I agreed. As I reached the shop, I stopped, staring at the flashing open sign in the window, all the signs on the window, and seeing Luke sitting at his usual spot behind the counter through the glass.

I gulped, taking a deep breath as I suddenly became nervous to talk to him. I must've stood out there for a good ten minutes before I finally worked up the courage to walk in. I opened the door and entered the shop, wincing as the bell on the door rang. Dang, I forgot about that. I watched as Luke looked up from the counter, doing a double take as he realized it was me.
"H-Harry", was all he said, struggling to find the right words to say.

I couldn't blame him though, I had no freaking clue what to say to him either.

"Hi, ...Luke", I say, kind of cautiously and not that loud.

It just stays quiet like that for a little bit, neither one of us knowing what to say, and even if we did, we didn't know how to begin.

"So, uh. I heard you were in Jamaica", Luke says, finally breaking the silence.

I nod, seeing as he's trying to start a conversation with me. "Uh yeah. Devon and I went, just got back last night", I say, shifting the weight on my feet. He just nods. "How was it? You know, the beach and all", Luke asks, pretending to continue whatever he was working on.

"It was uhm, nice. Got most of my album recorded", I say. That makes him look up at me.

"You're recording an album?", he asks, his mouth kind of ajar. I nod, looking up at him.

"Yeah, figured it was time for me to do my own thing, you were right Luke. Louis helped me realize that", I say. He smirks, kind of laughing to himself.

"Yeah well, you know I'm usually always right H-WAIT LOUIS!?", Luke asks, quickly looking at me, as if he doesn't believe it.

"Yeah, I ran into him after I left the last time I was in here, we've been in contact ever since", I say, still not wanting to bring up our fight. Luke smiles slightly.
"Well that's good H. I'm happy for you, Glad everything worked out. I was starting to get worr-", He says, but I cut him off.