Who Knew (1D Fanfic) :)

Just Like A Tattoo

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AUDREY’S POV

The days flew by at Anne’s and I met a few of Harry’s friends from when he was little, and then it was already time to go. I said my goodbyes to them, a special one to Anne and Gemma, and then we left. November went by in the blink of an eye, and it’s now December fourteenth, eleven days until my birthday.

“So,” Harry said, walking into our room and sitting on the bed next to me, which I was reading. JUST KIDDING, I was on my laptop on Tumblr. I looked at him and smiled as he gave me a cup of tea. “Any plans for tonight?”

‘”I don’t think so, but I have to ask you something,” I laughed. He snuggled in closer so his head was leaning on my shoulder and his eyes scrolled down my dashboard with me. A picture of him showing off his tattoos on an interview came up and we both giggled.

“What is it?”

“I want to get a tattoo,” I sighed.

Harry hopped up and his face was bright, his dimples showing. “I told you you would!” He shouted. “Where do you want it? What do you want? This is so exciting!” He shouted questions at me like a pop quiz while I smiled, just at his happiness. You see, we’ve been having this fight over when I would get a tattoo, and I always say never but I guess that changed. I won’t get 30 like someone we know.

“I want it to be, like, cursive all pretty on my wrist and it will say ‘Let it Be…’” I said, showing him where. “And then next to it will be a little shadow of a few birdies flying away.”

He smiled, pulling his shirt down so I saw his chest. “I have birds.”

“If you’re a bird,” I smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips. “I’m a bird.”

He smiled into my lips. “The Notebook.”

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“Harry!” I called from downstairs. “Is my video camera upstairs? I can’t seem to find it anywhere…”

“Yeah, I’ll bring it down,” He mumbled and I heard his steps come down the stairs. “Here you go,” He smiled, handing my camera out to me. I smiled up at him and took it but looked right back to my papers. “Whatcha doing?” He asked as he looked over my shoulder.

“Looking at pictures of weddings and writing down what I want,” I sighed. “Can you get me an ibuprofen?”

“Yeah,” He said, walking towards the cabinet. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” I lied. I didn’t want him to flip shit over the baby and everything. I feel like a pile of poo but I’m sure it’s normal. “Just normal pregnancy things.”

“Okay, so tell me what our wedding is going to look like.”

That’s when the pain went away and I’m positive my face brightened. “Well,” I started, biting my lip from a smile. “I want glitter. There will be glitter everywhere, like a glitter explosion. And I hate when people say they want a small wedding, like are you stupid? It’s going to be big. All of our friends dressed up fancy in white and blue and pink and beautiful colors, the napkins the colors of spring even if it’s in the middle of winter. When I walk down the aisle and see you I imagine fireworks going off – not real ones, but fireworks that only you and I can feel but everyone else can see, you know, the kind of fireworks when you just know something will work through anything.” I rambled on and I’m surprised he was still listening, looking into my eyes with his, smiling.