Rose Tattoos | H.S (discontinued)

𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚

I turned my head over my shoulder, getting a good look of his eyes studying the top of my lion's mane.

"Yeah, I do," the moment those words came out of my mouth, it was a little raspy, dry almost. "Got it done not too long ago."

Harry stood up from his seated position, eyes still focused on the exposed part of my back where the tattoo peaks out.

He rested his hands on my shoulders, pulling the knitted sweaters sleeves down further. His hands felt so warm, despite the fact that the room we are enclosed in is so cold.

I had to hold the chest part of my sweater to keep it from sliding down and exposing me.

"I thought you weren't the type to get a tattoo, but one who does it." He whispered into my ear.

A memory of the first day he came into the parlor flashed through my mind, I remember telling him I preferred to do tattoos and not cover my body in them when he asked if tattooist are typically tatted from head to toe.

I lightly laughed, seeing how I went against my own words.

"I did say that, didn't I?"

Harry kept sliding my sweater until it stopped at my elbows, he traced his fingers against the outline of the lions head, starting from the top to the bottom.

All I could hear is our uneven breathing and all I could feel is the heat of his touch along with the chills he's given me.

"I quite like the way it looks on you," he whispered, placing his chin on my shoulder, he relocated his hands to my hips; pulling me into his chest, he pushes himself into my back. "You are so innocent-looking from the front, wait until people see you from the back."

The knocking on the other side of the door made me jump in our positions, I quickly removed his hands from my hips and fixed my sweater before opening the door.

Boss looked at me confused then diverted his attention to Harry who stood there with no sign of surprise.

"You two must like being in this room together, huh? Not sure if you know this but it's closing time, you kids should head on home." he said before going on and organizing the place before opening tomorrow.

"Right," I huffed out as I watched him walk away then turned to Harry who was smirking at me. "What?"

He shook his head no, telling me he had nothing to say but was thinking of something.

"All right then, well, we should head home now, Harry." I quickly gathered my belongings and he did the same.

He walked out of my room before I did so I could lock it up and we exited the parlor together once again.

"Let me drive you home," Harry insisted, unlocking his car with the push of a button on his keys.

I would pass up the opportunity if it were daytime and I had the energy to walk home but since it's night time and I'm a little afraid of what lurks in the dark, I decided on letting him drive me home just for tonight.

The ride wasn't that quiet but it was quick; he focused his attention on the road and I let mine be on the faint sound of the radios music fill my ears as I look out the window, watching the moon follow us.

When we arrived at my home. I saw that my parents' and Alyssa's car wasn't in the driveway, assuming she's out doing some nurse things and the parentals went out on a date night for themselves. So I thought about inviting Harry in for a bit before he has to go home.

Not going to lie, I was wanting to have a little more time with him outside of the parlor since that seems to be the place where we spend most of our time with each other anyway.

"Do you want to come inside for a bit and just... you know, hang out?" I asked him.

I couldn't really see his face even with help from the streetlight but I could see the slight nod of his head and hear him whisper a small "yeah."

We exited his car and I lead his straight to my bedroom, it's a good thing I had the time to fix everything and tidy up the place this morning, it would have been embarrassing to me if I let him in and he could see the mess in my room.

"You can sit on my bed or on my computer chair, whichever one you want."

Harry went straight for the computer chair beside my desk that has paper and stationery scattered all over it and I decided on my bed.

"Crayola markers?" he chuckled, picking up the new pack of markers straight from my table.

Before I even got the chance to sit down I snatched it from him, a little embarrassed he even saw these. "They're good for calligraphy!" I retorted.

"Also good for children's coloring books." he snickered.

I gasped dramatically, "Says the one who literally looks like a walking coloring book." I rolled my eyes at him and finally sat on my bed.

He threw his head back and laughed loudly which made me do the same, I loved the way Harry laughed, it's unique.

Once the laughter between us two died down, silence washed over us. He observed the surroundings of my room and I was studying the outlined shapes on his arm.

"Have you ever wondered what your tattoos would look like with color?" I asked.