Magnolia in May [H.S]

Part fifty-one

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Indie

"In my handwriting," Meg mutters, my eyes were wide with shock. My mouth slightly ajar as I chewed, shoveling more pasta, "Really," I said in between muttering bites. She shook her head yes, in just as much disbelief as me. The notion that Styles got a tattoo directly correlated to her was intensely improbable, like come on this is the same dude that said no more than two months ago that he wouldn't date her in a million years. And now he was getting things tattooed in her hand-writing for shits and giggles - huh?

Things had been going on between them these past months, there was no denying that. I just didn't think it was the extent that I guess it had been.

"He's in love with you babe." She gives me a look of apprehension, smoothing her hair out of her face. An unmistakable shit-eating grin strung among my lips like ribbon. Meg shakes her head with unwillingness, chuckling at my words. To hint, I was being out of hand, which I certainly was not. The look on his face when he's in her presence opposes; like the meaning of life reformed in her irises. There was absolutely no way Styles wasn't disastrously whipped by her.

"He's not," She scoffs out, "Harry's just- impulsive like that. He told me most of his tattoos he'd gotten on a whim- not a planner kinda guy." I scoff deplorably, clicking my gums at her blatant unknowingness. She didn't understand how much of an effect she had on him. Me, someone barely knew the tip of the iceberg when it came to their 'friendship' or dare I say relationship, could see right in center the hold Meg had. Never once in my years of working with him has he mentioned a person such as her. Thinking back I've never seen him with anyone until Meg.

I clear my throat, running my tongue along the inside of my gums, she gives me an inquisitorial brow. Sighing as if to say she didn't want to continue this debate. Unfortunately for her, I'm a whore for a good argument, and I have a constant urge to be right. "Okay yeah 'cause everyone just gets tattoos that are tailored toward a person, like are you hearing yourself? Harry has gotten soft." She won't even listen to what I'm saying, brushing off my words like they had zero meaning. I knew she wanted to believe I was right, but her past made it hard to dream of the possibilities.

If I could smack the holy hell out of her ex I would...

"No Indie, he's really not." I have to remind myself what she's gone through, the fact that Saffron gave her major trust issues. That the idea of him liking her for no underlying reason was plausible. I wished I could tell her subconscious how wrong it was for putting her down, that Harry indeed wanted her for more than just a fun time.

"Okay, what does it mean?" I push, raising both of my brows in suspicion. She extols thinking I had dropped the 'Harry' part of the conversation though I was only getting started. My dumb blabbering mouth was yearning to point the transparent fact, she'd been walking on eggshells around.

"Tout l'amour?" I nod in response, eagerly watching her expression settle."Uh-huh,"

Her eyes go to the windshield for a moment, looking out at the parking lot. "It means, 'all the love' that's it." That's it huh? Is she serious? Or am I being played and they secretly got eloped. Can they just get married already, save us all some time- like fuck me?

I went along with the scheme, knowing if I made it clear I was pressing for more information she'd get pissed at me. "Seems innocent enough, why is it in french?" My voice struggles to cover the utter sarcasm, my grin wanting so desperately to show its face. Meg doesn't catch on to my underlying message, readying her words.

"I dunno, don't ask me." She shrugs, twirling the pasta with her fork, and shoves it into her mouth. A smart way to avoid talking to me about this further. 'Oh, I don't wanna spill the beans so I'll just stuff my mouth like an unhinged squirrel' not today Meg. Her deflecting was not gonna go over my head.