Day by Day

Rainy Afternoon

I start tracing his rose tattoo. It's so big around his arm, almost reaching his elbow. I went with him when he got it. He never really told me what it meant to him or if it didn't have any meaning at all. The rose is open and bigger than the stem holding it.

I move my finger over the ship. He made a FaceTime call from New York. His smile was big and the screen showed his new tattoo. A big ship similiar to the ones Columbus used when he discovered America. "Baby it's so itchy!" he said and I told him not to scratch.

I move lower to his chest. These birds were a nightmare. He didn't know what to get, he just wanted a tattoo on his chest. He ended up inking two. The birds are just like him, flying all the time, everywhere.

The butterfly on his abdomen is one of my favorites. It covers a big portion of his body but it's so pure. The wings of the butterfly are so delicate. In a weird way he is just like that butterfly. Butterflies are known for being girly, I don't know why. But this butterfly looks amazing on his skin. I move my head and plant a small kiss between the antenna of the butterfly and Harry shifts a little on the bed.

My arm rests on his adbomen, tracing small patterns on his skin and I plant small kisses to the side of his body. His left hand goes to my head and I pull it around my shoulders.

The small cross tattoo. That one is one of my favorites as well. It's so simple, in such a simple part of his body but it's honest. He believes that everything him and the boys have achieved has been because someone made his luck; God.

My left hand goes down to his v line were the ferns are inked, one on each side like the birds on his chest. His latest tattoo. I trace my finger were a tattoo was there previously. Now it's covered by the fern. "Might as well..." it read.

Harry raises his head from the pillow and notices my body is really down the bed, my head resting next to his body, almost next to his belly button.

"Hey...", he says and scratches his eyes with his right hand. His left hand goes to caress my head again.

"Why did you cover up the tattoo you had here?" My finger taps over the fern, where his small tattoo was previously inked.

I rest both my hands on his chest and lay my head on my hands looking at him. His eyes are closed but he smiles, knowing that I'm looking at him, knowing that I've been admiring him since I woke up, knowing that I've been thinking about him all this time.

"Good rainy afternoon to you too. That was a good nap." Harry says. It is raining outside, the room is dark and all that can be heard are our voices and the rain on the roof of the house.

I look at him, waiting for him to answer my question. "I don't know. I don't have an answer to that."

"It was one of my favorites. On one of my favorite parts of your body."

He opens one eye, his smile showing no teeth. "One of your favorites? On one of your favorite parts of my body?", he repeats my words, questioning. I nod my head. "Why?"

"It was so simple, 'might as well...'. You say that all the time when I tell you to pick up your clothes, when I ask you to do me a favor or when it's my turn to pick what to watch on the tv and you don't like it. 'Might as well' you say. Simple but... Maybe it sounds stupid to you but I loved that you had that on your skin. You only say that to me and I loved that you had it there."

I shrug my shoulders and his smile goes bigger. I move up from his chest as he moves to lay on his side. We both lay on the pillow without touching and just looking at each other. Harry raises the blanket and it goes over our heads, covering our entire bodies. Right now it's like we're on a fort and nothing will hurt us.

"I'm sorry I covered it. I had no idea it had a meaning to you."

"It's your body, you do as you want. It's okay." I smile shyly.

He smiles back at me. He moves on top of me, hovering my body. "It kinda is your body too. You take care of me more than I do." His body lowers and it fits perfectly to mine. His lips are soft to my cheek and my jaw.

"Are you going to get more tattoos?" My hands go around his body, pulling him closer, so close I can barely breathe.

His lips move to the other side of my head, kissing my other cheek. The temperature has seemed to rise under the blanket that covers our bodies.

"I love waking up like this. With you." His words make millions of butterflies explode in my stomach.

"I love it too. I get to analyze your body, our body as you say it's kinda my body too." He kisses my nose.

"Maybe I'll get more, I'll let you know soon via e-mail", he jokes, "I might get something else that reminds me of you", he whispers in my ear, "since I covered one of your favorites. Which others do you like?"

"This one", I say putting a finger over his butterfly. "And this one," I point to the cross on his left hand that is holding his weight up. "Actually I like all of them. They're all a little part of who you are and I love you. All of you." My hands tangle in his hair.

"I love all of you too. And your body is mine just as my body is yours."

He kisses my neck and I move my head to the side. I observe his arm once again.

The handshake. I have no idea why he has that, but I like it a lot. Maybe it means that he is polite or something like that. I should ask him. My eyes keep wandering over his skin. A and G. Anne and Gemma. His girls.

"I love it that you have an A for your mom and a G for your sister. They are your girls." I feel his smile on my neck.

He kisses my earlobe and pulls it between his teeth. "You're my girl too baby."

"But they are your family, they're more important."

"You're all equally important to me, don't say stupid things please. You three are my favorite girls in the entire world. Got it?"

"You should get my initial then."

"Nope", he says and rises his head from my neck to look at me, "I already have a tattoo about you, I don't need your initial on me. Well maybe I should get your initial after all, since I want another one of you."

"What? Which one? Why haven't I seen it before?" He kisses my forehead. His hair falls around his face, he's beautiful. I have so much trust in him, so much love for him. I never want to let him go and I hope he never lets me go. Harry is all I need.

His lips kiss my temple softly and lovingly as my feet push down his boxers. His hands move down to my backside, pulling my underwear down my legs. The blanket is still over our heads, covering our bodies. Harry's eyes study my face carefully. My grip on his hair gets stronger by the second, his eyes looking at me very intensely. His lips form a small smile and my underwear is thrown out of our little blanket fort. Harry's legs push open my thighs. His lips kiss mine slowly, enjoying the moment. Our moment. I love him.

"You have seen it before. This one." He points to the human heart tattooed on his bicep.

"Why is that about me? It's a heart."

"It's your heart. I have your heart forever."

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