Rose Tattoos | H.S (discontinued)

𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚

Harry and I were there for about four hours until we decided to call it a night. He walked me home again even if I kept telling him I'll be fine.

"Goodnight, Tinker Bell," Harry whispered. He took my hand into his and placed a single-stemmed rose inbetween my palm and fingers. "I'll see you soon."

He planted a kiss to my cheek before he left to his own home.

"Goodnight, Harry." I whispered back, even though he couldn't hear me.

I entered my home that is faintly lit up. I'm assuming my parents and sister are asleep since there wasn't a single sound to be heard other than my breathing and footsteps to the kitchen.

I was sort of thankful knowing I wouldn't be asked a million questions on my whereabouts.

'Cause I don't need the constant pressure to tell my mother I was drinking alcohol, smoking weed or cigarettes even though I was doing completely innocent things.

It has happened before. All I asked my parents was if I could go watch the football game in my Junior year of high school. It did take some convincing to do since I rarely go out at night, but I got to go anyway.

When I got home that night, it was already 10 P.M. I didn't know the game was going to be that long.

Long story short, my parents were waiting for my arrival and right when I stepped foot through the door, the questions came at me like darts.

I was agressively asked why I was home so late even though I texted the both of them saying that there are five minutes left until it's over and I'll be heading straight home afterwards.

My mother went as far as smelling my breath and clothes for any traces of alcohol, weed, or cigarettes and emptied my bag to see if I had any bottles of liquor, joints, or lighters.

She didn't find anything because I didn't drink or smoke that night so there was nothing to punish me for. But I got grounded anyway for coming home two hours before midnight.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I got to the counter of my kitchen knowing neither my mother nor my father are going to jump out of the cabinets or fridge and repeat the same old accusations.

I grabbed a tall drinking glass from one of my cabinets above my head and filled it with just enough water for the rose Harry gave to me. I didn't even see him take one before we left but it warms my heart knowing chivalry is not dead 'cause that was the sweetest act of kindness I've been given in a while.

I tiptoed up the stairs to my room carefully so that I wouldn't spill the water or make the steps creak. Thank goodness for me successfully making it into my room without creating a ruckus.

I placed the "vase" on my nightstand under the dimly lit lamp, the yellow artificial light resembled Golden Hour on the rose, I must admit it does look pretty with that extra glow.

"Beautiful," he whispered. "You're so golden."

Those words repeated in my head a million times while I got ready to go to bed.

Along with that kiss he gave me. Surely enough butterflies as big as the one on his chest erupted in my stomach.

That's all I could think about before I fell into a deep slumber. His compliment and his soft lips making contact with my cheek. They were cold but it felt good against the heat of my skin.