Day by Day

Heart with an Arrow

"It's not gonna hurt?" I ask Richard.

Richard looks over at Harry and raises his eyebrows. "Harry have I ever made you feel any kind of pain?"

"Nope. Well one time, you did the ship."

Harry asked me to accompany him to get a tattoo. Richard leaves me and Harry alone. "Why are you nervous baby?"

"I don't want it to hurt or what if it comes out wrong? You know these things are permanent." Harry stifles a laugh and kisses my forehead.

"I know they're permanent but he's done this to me many times, he won't screw it up. And it might hurt a little but I know that and how much it will hurt, so don't worry."

"Oh God it will hurt you! I'm here because you asked me to come with you but I hate this, a little bit."

"You don't want to be here with me?" He asks me with a slightly sad face.

"Of course I do, I always want to be with you. But I don't want to see you in pain, that's what I mean."

"If you hold my hand it won't hurt." He offers me his hand and I take it, kissing his knuckles.

Richard comes back and raises the sleeve of Harry's shirt up to his shoulder. "You ready?"

Harry nods his head. A buzzing sound begins and Harry closes his eyes, squeezing lightly my hand. I move over to where Richard is making the tattoo to see it. Harry didn't tell me what he was getting inked so I come over to see what it is. A while later the tattoo starts taking shape and i notice it's a skull with a hat and a suit. I reach over to Harry's ear and whisper. "Does it hurt right now?"

"No, it did at the begining but now it doesn't. That's why I squeezed your hand." He smiles. "How's it looking?"

"Very nice, almost done," Richard says.

Ten minutes later, Richard is cleaning his arm and rolling down the sleeve of his shirt. "You're done man, anything else?"

"That will be it but I think Louis will come in later for one. Maybe Liam too."

"Great, tell them to give me a call. Nice to meet you," Richard offers me his hand and I take it.

"Nice to meet you as well."

"Come on. See you soon man, thanks." Harry grabs my hand and walks me downstairs so he can pay. We get outside and walk to the car to go to Cal's house.

"Is it itchy? Does it hurt?" I trace my finger around his new tattoo and he smiles.

"It's a little itchy but it doesn't hurt one bit." He kisses the top of my head as we walk. We get to the car and hop on, Harry driving.

"You should get one someday, small." He tells me, looking to the side quickly.

"I don't know, I'm too scared of needles and have very low tolerance towards pain so..." I laugh at myself for being such a coward but I would be very scary for me.

"You can try it. Once he starts you feel the pain but then you forget about it."

"I don't know what I would even get."

"You could get my name. It would look good, a small Harry on your body."

I look at him and he's smiling. "I hope you're kidding because I'm not getting your name tattooed on my body." I say with a laugh.

"Why not? You are very in love with me so I don't see why you shouldn't do it."

"Because of the obvious reason. What if you break up with me?"

"What if you break up with me?" He gives me a funny look as he turns my question against me.

"I won't break up with you unless you give me a reason to so..."

"I won't give you a reason to break up with me and besides, I don't want to break up with you ever so..."

I look over at him. "Ever?"

"Ever. So you see, you have no reason why you shouldn't get a tattoo of my name." He looks so hot with his sunglasses over his eyes, the sun shinning through the window. His white shirt showing off his body and his tattoos as his jeans show off his long legs.

"How about Harry and a heart with an arrow?" I joke around.

"Even better. You could get a heart with our initials in it. How about that?"

"Mhmm, I'll have to think about it."

"Are you seriously giving this a thought? You're going to get a tattoo?! Baby I'm so proud of you!"

"Shut up!" I playfully swat his arm away as his hand rests on my thigh. "I'm not gonna get a tattoo, at least not now."

"Fine, but if you do decide you want one, I want to choose what you get, deal?"

"Okay fine." I reach over and kiss his cheek. "I wonder what your mom is going to say about that skull on your arm. She's gonna flip."

"I don't think so but if she does fip, it's too late. Already done."

"Do you have a tattoo that you regret? A tattoo that you look at it now and say 'Oh God, why did I get that thing on my skin? Baby was right, they are permanent!'?"

"Ha ha very funny... I do have a couple that I regret but they're not big so I don't really care. And you can't really see them because they're under my arm."

"Oh, I see. Like for example...?"

He looks at me again. "I'm not going to tell you!"

"Oh come on! Why not?!"

"Because I know you. You're going to make fun of me and point at them for the rest of our lives."

"So what?! I'm still gonna make fun of you for other stuff and we both know you make fun of me more that what I make fun of you. So spill."

"Okay..." He takes a deep breath. "The Green Bay Pakers thing."

"I knew it!" He looks over at me and laughs.

"And the drama masks. I have no idea why I got that."

"Any more regrets Styles?"

"Nope, just those two I think. I don't know... Never gave it a lot of thought."

"Well nobody can see those so it doesn't matter. You still look very hot with tattoos all over your arm." I kiss his cheek again and he smiles.

"You think they're hot?"

"You have no idea."

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