all I ever wanted (Harry Styles luv story)

ch14 Roman numerals & ice cream

In love with the song you and Harry performed tonight! When can we buy it?!OMG THAT SONG THAT LEAH AND HARRY SANG TONIGHT WAS PERFECT, JUST LIKE THEM!I can't decide what I love more - Heah or the song they just sang. Ahhh!I smiled as I scrolled through my Twitter mentions. The fans could live stream tonight's show and apparently many did. Our song was getting an insane amount of positive response and it made my heart happy to know that Harry and I could pull off such an amazing song."Will you put that down and love me?" A sleepy, British voice grumbled. Oh I can do more than that hehe I looked up to see Harry giving me the pouty face. We were on our way to the room Harry had gotten us for the night. We were circling the city to throw off paparazzi and I was killing time on social media.I sat my phone on the seat and snuggled closer to my husband. "Sorry baby." I almost growled, excited to have him all to myself for the night."I forgive you as long as you make it up to me later." Harry wagged his eyebrows and I giggled. I reached up to place my lips on his. I pulled away and leaned back against him, sleepy and ready to be at the hotel. I turned my attention out the window while Harry searched for a radio station."Harry, look!" I pointed to a little tattoo parlor."What about it?" He looked confused."Let's stop! No one's still following us, and there's practically no one on the street at this hour. I want to go in!" I almost shouted with excitement."Little Miss Terrified of Getting a Tattoo wants to go into a tattoo parlor? Are you okay?" Harry felt of my forehead like he was checking for a fever. I jokingly scoffed at him and told our driver to pull over. We snuck in the back of the parlor and I admired many of the designs that hung on the wall.I wanted a tattoo so badly. The only other tattoo I had was the one that Harry forced on my butt cheek. It was cute and all, but I couldn't see it so I needed another. I was ready and I knew exactly what I wanted. I pulled my attention from the walls and saw Harry sitting in a chair, with the tattoo guy already inking him up. I chuckled as I made my way over to him."You have a real problem, Styles." I sat next to him, watching the artist draw on Harry's skin.Harry grinned at me. "Well, me getting a new tattoo wasn't the reason you wanted to stop. So how about you fill me in?""I'm getting one." I sat up - a little straighter."I don't believe you." He smirked."Wait and see." I sassed and then giggled."Guess I will." Harry laughed at me.A few moments later, the tattoo artist finished up the tattoo on Harry's shoulder. I read it: You're my favorite song ~ always on the tip of my tongue."Harry! It's the lyrics from tonight's song!" I covered my mouth, shocked. He smiled and nodded."Not only did you write those very lyrics, but they describe the way I feel about you." He looped his arm around my waist and pulled me in to kiss my forehead."I love you!" I squeaked, nerves suddenly taking over when I realized it was my turn. The tattoo guy stood by awkwardly, waiting for mine and Harry's intimate moment to end. I blushed and positioned myself on the table. The artist began his work on my back and Harry looked on curiously. I only winced a few times. The pain wasn't near as bad as it seemed to be with the tattoo on my butt.Once the artist was finished, the look on Harry's face was quite impressed. "I love it! But, what does it mean?"I had three sets of roman numerals tattooed down my back. "One is for the day I met you, one for the day I met Devon and one for the day I met Raya - the dates are all in order. The three best days of my life." They were my world and I wanted a tattoo for the three of them."Baby, it's beautiful!" He gasped, running his fingers down my back. I shivered under his touch. We hurried and paid the tattoo guy and snuck back out to the SUV. Once in the privacy of the SUV, Harry lifted the back of my shirt to admire the piece again. "I can't believe you had the guts to do this. It's so good. I love it!" He pressed his lips on my back, careful not to touch the ink. I pulled my shirt down and brought his lips to mine, soaking up my precious time alone with him. Within a few moments, our driver halted the car and we looked out the window, realizing we'd arrived at our suite. I squeaked with excitement. Harry grabbed our overnight bag and followed me inside, quickly.After checking in, we scurried up the elevator and to the highest floor of the enormous building. I pulled open the double doors to the penthouse to find a gorgeous room, overlooking a gorgeous view. I went straight for the balcony, gasping at all of the details in the room, and then the immaculate view from the glass wall that led to the balcony. The balcony overlooked London. The city was lit up and Big Ben stood proudly in the distance. Harry wrapped around me from behind and rested his head on my shoulder as we both took in the view. "This is amazing!" I managed to get the words out, despite my awe."Only the best, for my best." He nibbled on my ear, sending chills down my spine. I giggled and ducked out of his grasp."Hey I'm not done with you!" He called out, chasing me. I jumped onto the bed and tried to defend myself from his greedy hands. He pulled me on top of him and kissed me. I kissed back, needing him more than ever. Suddenly, he flipped me over to where he was hovering over me, and he removed his lips from mine. I let out a whine, making him laugh."First things first!" He smirked. "There's a bottle of champagne on the balcony and it doesn't need to go to waste.""You tease." I poked out my bottom lip. I followed him out onto the balcony and he poured us both a glass. I took my glass from him after we made a toast to our night together. We both leaned against the railing and looked out over the city."What do you think the kids are doing right now?" I grinned."Sleeping. It's quite late, so they'd better be sleeping." Harry looked at me and smiled."Okay, so what do you think they're dreaming about?" I asked, taking another sip of my drink."There is no telling with those two. Probably ice cream." He put his glass to his lips, but I giggled."I dream about ice cream sometimes too." I shrugged."I dream about dipping you in ice cream." Harry growled dramatically. I gave him a little shove and laughed. "So does that mean my dreams won't come true tonight?" He looked completely serious."Harry, we don't have any ice cream." I joked."I can fix that." He wagged his eyebrows."You're insane." I smirked."Insane is good. Everyone's a bit insane." Harry turned his attention to the view."That's interesting." I whispered."What do you mean?" He looked puzzled."I don't think everyone's insane, just passionate.""No. Everyone's not passionate." He argued playfully."Harry, whether it be about a career or a talent or donuts, everyone has something they're passionate about." I corrected him."So maybe passion and insanity are the same thing?" He wondered aloud."Good point, Styles." I nudged him."You think I'm overlooking the donut comment. But that's why I connected insanity and passion. You are passionately insane when it comes to donuts." He tilted his head back and laughed dramatically at his own comment. I rolled my eyes."You're so funny." I grinned."I know." He went to pour another glass of champagne and I walked inside to find my robe. The night was chilly and I wanted to have something around me to help keep warm. As I rummaged through my suitcase, Harry came up behind me and lifted my shirt to see my new tattoo again."How many times are you going to look at it?" I joked."As many times as I want." He sassed. "Now, time to see that other tattoo you have." I could imagine the smirk that was plastered on his face as began to kiss down my neck.