Tatted Love (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)
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"So Harry, you have so many tattoos, but there has to be one that stands out from the rest. Which one has the most meaning?" The interviewer asked leaning in, very attentive with the man sitting in front of her.
"The swallows probably." Harry replied with a smug grin.
"Really and whats the reason for that?"
"Well swallows represent love and loyalty in coming home after a long journey right?"
"Right?"
"...and what a journey its been."
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