Flowers & Tattoos

Chapter three:Exploring & Dancing

[hey guys sorry i havent been updating, I've just had mock exams :( but I now have 2 weeks off for Christmas yay!] (The song I mention is at the side or above if you want to listen to it while reading it idk)

(Harry's POV)

*BEEP BEEP*

Mum: 'Hope you've settled in your flat, miss you already! Love, Mum xx'

I instantly reply and pull my blanket over my eyes, its only 10:00am, that's too early to be getting up!

After two more hours of sleeping I finally got up. I need to unpack everything today and maybe buy some furniture! I go into the lift, go through the hallway and into the car park. I need to carry all these boxes and unpack them by myself, this is going to take hours and hours!

It's 2:00pm and I've eventually unpacked everything. My flat finally looks like a home! I think it's time to stretch my legs and explore Brighton for a while. I shove on some black jeans and put on my baseball hoodie I got from New York two years ago. I look like a friggin tourist but everything else is creased from being in my suitcase too long, oh well. I decide not to take my car because the town centre is a ten minute walk from my flat so there's no point.

The stone cobbles hurt my feet as I get closer and closer to the shops, I should of worn better shoes! In the centre there are all sorts of shops from a bakery to a teddy bear shop. I walk past them all and walk around the corner, there is a shop boarded up and next to it there is a tattoo parlour. The tattoo parlour is called 'Rose & Anchor' , cool name. I've only got a couple of tattoos, but hardly any of them having a meaning. One guy walks out the shop head to toe in tattoos, Jesus that would hurt! 'Thank you, come again soon!' the owner says as he opens the door for the guy. He catches me looking and flashes me a smile. He has red hair, a lip piercing, a tattoo sleeve and he is wearing all black. I have to say he looks pretty cute and here I am looking like an idiot! I smile back and walk the opposite way, there's no point me going in anyway, I don't want another tattoo just yet. On my way back I stop at Asda and get my essential food items, I'll do a bigger shop tomorrow I think. The lady serving me thought I was American and every time I said I wasn't she kept trying to do an American accent. Weird lady. I got home, unpacked the food and hung up some of my clothes from my suitcase. I didn't realize how hard it was living on your own!

I switch on the radio because it was getting quiet and 'Make You Feel My Love' by Adele was on. I love this song! I began to sing along and dance. I twirl and prance as if I'm performing ballet to thousands of people when in matter of fact I probably look like a fool doing it.

'I'd go hungry; I'd go black and blue, and I'd go crawling down the avenue. No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do to make you feel my love' I love the message behind the song, I know it's cheesy but songs like this are my guilty pleasure! I finish my little dance out of breath,on the floor, who knew dancing and singing was tiring ! I think I'm a good singer, people always tell me I could of been a pop star. When I was younger I used to be in a bad called White Eskimo but we didn't get very far in the music business,but it was just a laugh, nothing serious. I carry on singing and dancing to whatever is on the radio- changing my dance to whatever genre of song it is.

I decide to take a shower because I'm a little sweaty after the dancing. I'm actually pretty tired so I hop into bed and start dreaming. Suddenly the owner of the tattoo parlour appears in my dream, but I don't try and wake up.