Chapter eight - I called an old friend thinking that the trouble would wait

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wrote: september 4th 2014

edited: 23rd july 2015

I'm not sure how we honestly slept all night together on the large couch in Niall's living room, but we did! And truth be told, I've never slept so well in my life.

I wake up before Niall and look at his tattoos again, wondering what they all mean. He said nothing, and that he just wanted them, but everything happens for a reason, I'm a strong believer of that.

My finger automatically traces over the pretty swirls in-bedded In his skin. Goosebumps suddenly appear where I touched along his skin and I look up staring into those big blue eyes.

"You're so fascinated by my tattoos," he says softly and brushes the hair out my face.

I blush and lie back down hiding my face in his toned chest.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about Harry, you can look at them and touch them if you want to, it doesn't bother me," he says and I trace my finger over the spiral that goes round his wrist. This one is my favourite.

"I like this one," I say and trace over it again.

"Yeah, I think the doll is my favourite," I look around his arm looking for the doll tattoo then it hits me where it is.

Right on his happy trail.

"Y-yeah," attempting to stay calm.

"Have you seen that one?" he asks not realising its my laptop background, I look at it and cry.

"N-no," I lie in hopes I'll see it for real.

"It's here," the gods have answered my fucking prayers as he lifts the bottom of his top up, pulling his jeans down slightly, and reveals a creepy but really cool looking doll, with glasses and a scar going down her face. I try not to trail my eyes down his happy trail and it's not going too well.

"You can touch it if you want," he blurts out and there is absolutely nothing I would love more.

I gently trace my finger over the dolls face and another set of goosebumps form on his skin as my finger follows the dolls little messed up dress, going lower and lower until I stop and take my finger away. Niall has his eye shut when I take my finger away and he opens them up again and covers up the doll.

"It's a pretty cool tattoo, do you have any on your stomach? Or just the butterfly?" he asks me and sits up.

"Yeah, they're up here," I gesture with my hand, "Two swallows and a load of other weird shit,"

He laughs the most beautiful laugh ever and stares into my eyes.

"I've had a fun time with you over this 'day'," he does bunny ears on the word day, I laugh and nod.

"Yeah, this, 'day', has been awesome," I copy his actions and stand up.

"You're going so soon? We could play Xbox," it's almost like he doesn't want me to leave, but I need clean clothes and my phone charger and Tumblr and internet and my bed, and my shower so I can reflect on what happened and wank.

"I need to get home, I need clean clothes and my phone charger," he laughs and looks a little disappointed.

"I'm sure you can borrow some of my clothes and my phone charger, wouldn't be too much," I smile and he stands up, leading the way, he's letting me borrow his clothes!!! Oh my god, stay calm.

I follow him, he shows me where he charges his phone and I plug mine in, giving it some life. He then takes my hand and pulls me up the stairs where on the way up Archie is coming down but she just stares at us and leaves it alone that Niall is holding my hand.

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