I promised Harry he wouldn’t need any tattoos anymore.
He decides against it.
We get matching tattoos after being boyfriends for one year.
We walk out of uni hand in hand. He studies music for nearly one year now.
I decide I want to pay dinner for him, my father just sent money today. I kind of talked it out with him. It’s not like everything is okay suddenly, but we’re working on it.
Harry’s long hair is tied back in a bun and his nails on which he wears nail polish now keep digging into my hand nervously.
I know he hates tattoos. He says he wants to make them positive again. Wants to like looking at them and not remember his dad, but me.
I tell him I’m proud of him and that I love him.
We get butterflies. What else should we get?
We tattoo them on our wrists. Tiny, beautiful butterflies that will make us fly.
I think I take off once we walk out of the studio, hands intertwined, arms spread of and the wind blowing through our hair.
He laughs and spins me in. Then he wraps me into his arms and lifts me up, kisses me, kisses me until I get dizzy, oh so dizzy.
I think we’re the butterflies.
It’s us, we’re flying, happily and free.
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scarred wings (l.s.)
FanfictionLouis studies teaching at university. On his way there, he passes a homeless boy every morning. Harry has scars, they can't always be seen. Some are covered by the dark ink on his skin. Louis really likes Harry's butterfly tattoo.
