The Tree 》l.s *boyxboy* ✅

Chapter 49 ~ Tattoos

A few days later, when shops opened again, Harry and I went down to the tattoo shop. We still hadn't decided on anything, but I wanted something that related to Harry. When we walked in the people in the shop looked at us with disgust, and confusion.

"What do you boys want?" one of the tough looking men asked.

"I would like a tattoo, that's what you do here right?" I asked stating the obvious.

"Well, right this way" he lead me and Harry to the back room. "What do you want to get?" he asked as I sat down next to Harry. He took my hand and gently squeezed it.

"I was thinking, something in Harry's writing" I mumbled, looking embarrassed and shy. The tattooist looked at me with a risen eyebrow.

"Like what? Come on mate I don't have all day" he grumbled.

Harry leant over and whispered in my ear, kissing my cheek before he moved back to his original seat. He held out his hand and the man gave him the pen they use before they draw the actual tattoo.

He took the pen and rolled up my sleeve and begun to write. I smiled as I felt his name being drawn on my skin, then another letter, then my name. It was then I realised he drew what was on our tree. It sounded corny and so child like, but it's what represents us. That tree was the beginning of this life for us, and it felt right to have that on me for life.

Harry would have had the same thing, I know he would have, but I think there's something about tattoos and ex-cancer patients. So he stayed out, unfortunately.

He finished the outline, and looked to the tattooist as he handed the pen back. He looked at us oddly. "Are you sure you want that on you?"

"Yes. It has more meaning then you think" he smiled softly at us and nodded.

"Very well then"

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A few hours later I had my tattoo. It did hurt more than I thought, but it wasn't that bad. Harry smiled at me and we got my arm covered up. He explained what I should and shouldn't do and I paid.

Harry and I left after that and went home. We told Jade about what we were doing but no one else. I knew my mum would have a fit if she found out I got a tattoo.

Jade was keen to see the tattoo and attacked me to see it. I laughed at her eagerness and showed her the tattoo. She cooed over it then went back to looking after the girls.

"I wish I could get one to match" Harry told me that night in bed as we lay facing each other. His fingers traced near the sensitive skin. "I hate I had cancer Lou, it took so much from me..." he begun to work himself up.

"Shh, it's okay" I caressed his cheek softly. "You're here, you have a family a-"

"Oh my God, what if Mikayla inherited my cancer gene? She-she could get it and-and" Harry sobbed and fell into my chest.

I was shocked, I had no idea where his outburst came from. I just held him close and rubbed his back as he cried into my chest. I tried soothing him, but nothing seemed to stop the tears that fell from his eyes.

"Hey, Harry, look at me" I grabbed his cheeks and forced him to look at me. "Shh please. Stop crying, it'll be okay, trust me" he shook his head.

"She could get cancer and die Lou! I was lucky to survive it. Do you know how close I was to death?"

I felt anger and sadness building up inside me at once. He was just putting his cancer on me like that, and fearing for our daughter. Part of me wanted to hit him for bringing up his cancer life that I wasn't a part of, and the other wanted to hold him while he cried. I was torn right down the middle, so I just let him cry into my chest without saying or doing anything.

"Lou?" Harry asked, voice broken. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought this up. I don't know what's wrong with me" I just shook my head and pulled him in for a hug.

"It's okay" Through the baby monitor cries emitted and Harry and I both groaned. "I got it," I pecked his forehead and walked off to the babies' room.

Lexi was in her cot crying, but Mikayla lay sound asleep, I could tell by the rise and fall of her small chest. I picked Lexi up and checked her nappy. It's funny, when Mikayla was first born neither of us wanted to change the nappy because of how bad it was, but now, it seems almost normal and force of habit to do so.

When I saw she was okay with her nappy I tried getting her back to sleep, failing when she stopped crying but wouldn't sleep. I ended up sitting in the arm chair, with a bottle made and warmed up, and gently rocked her while I sang lightly to her.

Lexi looked up at me with her big blue eyes. She was looking up at me, almost with curiosity. I smiled down at her and rubbed her chubby cheek with my thumb, making her spit out the bottle and dribble milk down her chin. I wiped it away and set the bottle down.

"Come on baby girl, go to sleep" I said just above a whisper.

I stood up and burped her before gently rocking her and continuing to sing to her softly. When I saw her eyes grow heavy and finally close, I put her back, making sure she was in safely before I left the room again.

She was beautiful and I couldn't believe she was mine.

A/N it's short! Argh I don't have inspiration for this... Who likes Louis's tattoo idea? Who felt bad for Harry?

Comment and vote I love seeing all your comments and opinions. I can't believe I'm up to chapter 49! Not long now and it's ending. Who's sad? I am!