**

i got home and instantly walked up to my room. i stripped out of my dress and heels and put on a sweat shirt and yoga shorts. i couldn't help but think about what happened and if i was too harsh on harry. i walked into alyssas room to see her on her bed reading a book. i said good night and she told me that i had to be up by 10:00 tomorrow as our tattoo appointment was at 11. i nodded and walked back to my room leaving the door open. i crawled into bed, my guilt eating me alive and whipped out  my phone to text harry.

 "i'm really sorry about what happened tonight, i was being a total bitch :(" i wasn't going to expect a text back from him as he may be mad at my actions, so i put my phone beside me and closed my eyes.

i was nearly asleep when my phone went off, i grabbed it and saw harry had actually messaged me back. he said 

" i don't blame you :) it's alright, what are you doing tomorrow?"  maybe i'll give him a chance.

 "well alyssa and i are getting our tattoos done tomorrow actually. :$" 

no more than a minute later i recieved a text back

 " maybe after we could go to starbucks?" he replied

 "sure! my appointment is at 11 so maybe we could meet at starbucks at 12?"

he agreed and i said good night before putting my phone down and trying to sleep. i couldn't stop thinking about tomorrow, soon my thoughts brought me to sleep.

**

i woke up to alyssa playing piano in our sun room beneath my bedroom. i sighed and decided it was time to get up, i checked the clock and it was 9:30. i hopped into the shower still being able to hear alyssa playing the piano and quickly washed myself. i got out and dressed in this. i braided my long hair to the side and applied some make up, i winged my eyeliner and filled in my lips, and applied a decent amount of mascara. i sprayed some perfume and walked downstairs, and there was alyssa at the piano wearing this. by now it was 10:30 leaving us a half our to get there. i went into the pantry and took out some crackers and sat at the table snacking on them. alyssa walked in

"we should probably start going now" she spoke as she grabbed a handful of crackers

"ok" i said shoving crackers into my mouth and making my way to the door

"ARE YOU DRIVING?" i shouted as i didn't know where in the house she was.

she ran down the stairs almost falling on her way down with her car keys in hand.

"yes" she panted.

i giggled and walked outside as she locked the front door. my heart started to beat faster than usual as i was nervous to get my tattoo.

**

i got in the car then remembered about my plans with harry later today.

"after could you drop me off at starbucks?" i asked.

she looked confused "okay why?" she asked.

"i'm meeting up with harry for a coffee." i said.

she smiled and whispered

"i ship it"

i hit her arm playfully and we both started laughing. she soon agreed to drop me off after our tattoos were finished. we pulled into the parking lot and at this point i was shaking. i grabbed the door handle and stepped out, alyssa seeming more excited than nervous walked out with no problem. she waited for me at her door as i walked around. i grabbed her hand and placed it on my chest so she could feel my heart pounding. she giggled and told me

"you're not going to die stop it" i sighed and walked into the parlour.

the sound of tattooing guns was heard, and faint laughter. the bell rang as the door opened signalling that we were entering. we walked up the front desk and at this point my heart was racing. a lady covered in tattoos made her way to us, i think the look she wore really suited her. her hair was a dark red and her lip was pierced, her tattoos covered her neck and arms as she wore a sun dress which complimented her very well.

"we have an appointment" alyssa said as i wasn't able to speak.

"names?" the lady asked.

"alyssa and amy" alyssa answered with a slight smile.

" we can get you done right now! come on back." the lady was very cheery which made me feel more comfortable.

we were getting usque ad finem tattooed on out rib cages, which meant until the end in latin. we were getting tattooed at the same time, and right now i was feeling very anxious. i knew i was ready for this tattoo, but i wasn't ready to take the pain. under our tops we were sure to wear bandeus as out tops were to be taken off. we took off our shirts, now sitting in our bandeus on the tattooing table,

**

i was shaking out of control. i heard a voice i recognized and turned my head to the left to see harry walking out talking to a tattoo artist who seemed to be coming my way. he saw me and it may have been noticeable just how nervous i was on my face as he instantly looked concerned. he walked over to me, and i put my head down. he knelt down beside me, taking his hand and lifting my chin to look at him.

"what's wrong Amy?" he asked, he seemed concerned.

"i'm just nervous" i fake laughed, he knew.

"would you like for me to stay with you?" i was taken back, i didn't want him to waste his time on me.

"oh it's fine harry you don't need too." i said shaking my head.

"we're going to starbucks after any ways, i can drive you there." he said taking my hand in his, i looked down to observe the size difference in my small hand on top of his.

he squeezed it in reassurance.

"fine" i said, looking down and smiling slightly. the tattoo artist walked over to us and brought a chair for harry. alyssa wasn't worried at all, she was very excited. i began to shake, the tattoo artist took gel and rubbed it on my rib cage, then taking the paper which contained the words of my tattoo with a beautiful font. he placed it on my ribs, rubbing it down so the ink will stick, then carefully peeling it off. he got a mirror and brought it to me.

"does it look good?" he asked, i stared at it, i was in awe.

i turned to show harry

"do you like it?" i questioned,

"it's beautiful" he answered.

i nodded to the tattoo artist and he asked me to lay on my side. harry let go of my hand as i re adjusted my position now laying on my side, still shaking. he took my hand in his yet again and kissed it.

"i'm right here" he said.

i smiled at him, he made me feel better. i looked over at alyssa who was having a conversation with the tattoo artist as he tattooed her, she let out small laughs, and looked at me and gave me a weird face. i laughed as she did so. she always made me feel better. then the tattooing began. it hurt for me. i shut my eyes tightly and squeezed harry's hard. he laughed slightly and gave me reassuring words. the tattoo artist tried to talk to me to get my mind off things.

"so do you come from england?" he asked

"no" i said quickly. man this tattoo hurt!

"where are you from?" he seemed curious.

"Canada" i answered, the pain was now bearable.

he continued to talk to me as did harry. i was now near tears as i realized this was not the best spot to get tattooed, harry rubbed small circles in my hand in attempt to calm me. in about 20 minutes the tattoo was finished, and i couldn't be happier. i sat up and observed my new tattoo, i was now inked. i walked to the mirror still holding hands with harry and turned to my side to see it. harry smiled.

"do you like it?" i asked. he nodded his head,

"do you?" he asked.

i looked at it a little longer, looking at the shading and the intensity of the colour. i smiled and nodded. i walked back to the tattoo artist, who patched it up for me, alyssa was finished soon after and was also pleased with the way it came out. we hugged and then went to pay. harry and i walked out beside each other as alyssa was behind us posting pictures on instagram. i turned and told her i was going to starbucks with harry.

"do you want anything?" i asked.

she stood there to think,

"bring me a mocha latte." she ordered, i laughed and nodded my head.

i hugged her good bye before making my way to harry's car, which was surrounded by paparazzi.