moonlight {h.s}

lie

Sydney

"So show me some of these tattoos, I wanna know the meanings." Harry asked, tracing the fairies on the bottom of my back.

I shuffled up off my stomach to face him, crossing my legs. I had blue and white stripped shorts and a matching long sleeve pyjama top. They were soft and from the White Company, a gift from Harry.

"Well, you've seen these a few times." I extended my fingers decorated with tattoos. I had been inspired by my friend Hailey, whose I loved. I had XO on one finger, a matching one to Bella and Abel. Lots of stars and little leaves.

"Yes, they were so intriguing when I first met you." He nodded, tracing his own fingers up mine and clinking our rings together.

I undid a few buttons cheekily, as Harry's eyebrows raised suggestively. Pulling the fabric to one side I showed him the 1964 tattoo on the side of my torso.

"The year my dad was born." I smiled sadly.

He grinned, peaking back the collar of his shirt, "Same as mine." On both of his collar bones I saw 1967 and 1957, the years his parents were born. Crazy coincidence.

My face broke out in a smirk, "I love that."

I pulled down one sleeve, "I have this cherry bomb, as everyone kinda knows me for my cherry scent. Yet to write a song about cherries yet, but it's coming one day."

He nodded as I continued, "This one for my dad, the moon. Oh, and these obviously."

I pulled up my ankle, contorting myself in a strange angle. I had stars on the back of my ankle, which hurt like a bitch. Also, a red outlined lightning bolt for David Bowie.

He pulled down the other sleeve, partially to look at the tattoos and also to get my boobs out. Teenage boy.

I rolled my eyes, "These butterflies I got fairly recently with Jaden. He got Syre and "One World", I'm still convincing him to get more. Oh and this guitar."

His eyes widened, turning his back and pulling his shirt off. My eyebrows furrowed, until I focused on the back of his shoulder. The same style guitar as mine.

"Freaky." He laughed.

"Very freaky. Matching tattoos already, Styles you're so obsessed with me." I teased as he shook his head and pulled me closer.

"Okay, no more I'm tired and wanna kiss you." I said, pulling his face close to mine.

"Good, because I wanna take this shirt off you." He replied, as I excitedly squealed in his arms as he pealed my shirt off.

I shut my eyes, closing my notebook. Sometimes writing took me back to moments with Harry and they were intense. I'd been going back and forth with a song for a few days and had added the final lines this morning.

Looking out at my view, I knew I shouldn't be shut up writing all day. My journal still in hand, I padded downstairs to grab some lunch. It was becoming very full, poems, songs and photographs were taking over pages.

The day was bright and clear, I knew my Grandmother would want us to go out but I wanted a day by the pool. My social battery was dying out.

I'd be travelling along the coast with my Grandmother, first to Cannes and now to her St Tropez house. I loved being with her, she was such a fresh of breath air, but she loved a social gathering. Everyday was a party or a dinner or a day on the boat, I was still getting used to this life again.

Sometimes I missed the quiet of Paris and Evangeline. We were still emailing and chatting on the phone, but everything was staying ok, for now.

I was still avoiding my friends back in New York and London, feeling guilty that the contact was limited. I was taking everything slowly, I knew that too much could force them to take me back. I wasn't ready for that. Evangeline reassured me to take it at my pace.