Forbidden Love

Chapter 9. Tattoos

*Nicole POV*

I woke up, a bit of a crook in my neck.

I shift my head and I see in sitting up asleep in Harry's lap.

Don't get me wrong, this boy is comfortable, but my head was tilted to the side all night, and now it's so sore.

Harry is still sleeping, and I wonder what he has in store for us today, when he wakes up that is.

He shifts a bit, then his eyes flutter open.

A crooked smile appears on his face and his eyes are only half open.

"Morning." He says with his morning voice, pulling me into an embrace

Man, he smells amazing in the morning and looks extremely sexy with his curls all messed up.

"Morning." I say, pecking him on the cheek.

I start to get up, but he grabs me back to his lap.

"Sorry, Babe, but I think you missed." He said, pointing to his lips and puckering them.

I giggle at his needs for kisses.

I give him a sweet kiss on the lips, then pull away.

"Okay, now can I get up?" I ask

"Fine." He grumbles, but not before kissing me on the lips again.

I get up, take a shower, put on my clothes, dry my hair, and put on my makeup.

"Finally, finished." I sigh

"Can you do it again?" I hear a voice ask

I jump about five feet in the air an see Harry.

"How much did you see?" I ask

"Oh, quite enough to know that you need a tattoo on that pure body." He winks

Oh god..he saw me naked.

I slap his chest playfully. "Harry! Why are you such a pervert?" I ask

"Just in my blood. But you like me anyways." He says, hugging me as tight as possible, which is extremely tight.

"Yeah, yeah." I say as soon a I catch my breath.

"Now come on!" He says, heading to the front door.

I catch up to him.

"Wait, where are we going?"

"Tattoo parlor." He said, turning on his car then speeding out the driveway

"Wha- Harry! I can't get a tattoo!" I squeal

"Sure you can. Please?" He asks, looking at me and giving me a smile.

I can't say no now.

"Fine.." I huff and slouch in my seat.

He laughs with victory.

••••

We enter the tattoo parlor, and Harry leads me over to this woman who had FONS of tattoos, piercing, and colored hair. But it fit her, actually.

"Is Jim in today?" Harry asked the lady

"Oh hey harry. Yeah, he's right back there." She points to a room.

I'm supposing he's been here alot, but then again, look at his body.

"Jim! How's it going?" Harry says happily, giving the man one of those man hugs.

"Good. And whose this pretty lady?" He asked, looking at me.

"Back off Jim, she's mine." He says laughing and Jim puts his hands up in surrender.

"Okay so, what are we doing today?" He asks, getting out all of his needles and designs and colors.

"Well actually, I've convinced Nicole here to get a tattoo." Harry says, gesturing to me.

"Ah, the boyfriend brainwashed you, eh?" He asks jokingly

"You know it." Harry says cheekily.

"So what would you like, doll?" Jim asks.

"Um..I'm not sure actually. It just can't be really big." I tell him.

"How about a heart?" Harry asks

"Yeah, that sounds reasonable." Jim agrees.

"Okay, so just a heart. On my..wrist." I decide

"Sounds good." Jim says, gesturing to his chair.

I put my arm out and turn it over for him, while he gets all his gels and starts rubbing it on my wrist.

"Harry be a good boyfriend and hold her hand for gods sake." Jim says jokingly

Harry just smiles and comes and holds my other hand.

"Now just squeeze his hand as hard as you want if it hurts." Jim explains.

I just nod, then the needle enters my wrist.

I wince and squeeze Harry's hand while he rubs his thumb over mine soothingly.

Before I know it, it's over and I have a perfect little heart on my left wrist.

"Thanks Jim." Harry says,

"Anytime Styles." Jim says, then cleans up his station

Before we head out to the car Harry shouts "Bye Vicki!"

"Bye harry." The girl with tons of tattoos shouts back.

"I'm so proud of you!" Harry shouts ten picks me up and kisses me.

He traces the little tattoo on my wrist

"It's so perfect." He mumbles.

"Oh god, harry, what about my mother?" I panic

"Don't worry, tell her you doodled." He says simply.

"Okay.." I trail off.

He didn't know how much of a sneaky shit my mother was, though.