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I stared at her, while she absentmindedly rubbed at her wrist, looking out the window. My eyes flickered down to the scar I had just noticed. How did she get it? Did she do that to herself? No. No, I don't think she would do that. Would she?

I shook the thoughts away, removing my eyes from her wrist and looked up at her. "Do you want to go now, or do you want to change first?"

She glanced down at her outfit, her face contorting in disgust at the sight of her heels. "Yeah, I'd really like to change out of these things." She said, lifting her foot slightly.

I nodded, turning the car on and putting it in drive before I sped down the streets and back to the hotel. A song by Maroon 5 played softly on the radio, and I glanced at Kaydence a few times as I drove. Every time I looked she was staring out the window, deep in thought.

"You okay?"

She jumped at the sound of my voice, and her face flushed. She turned her face towards me, shyly looking at me. "Sorry, I zoned out and you just scared me."

"And for the first time you didn't hit me." I said, smirking.

She rolled her eyes, and playfully smacked my arm. "There."

I laughed as I pulled into a parking space at the hotel. We got out, and walked towards the entrance. Kaydence walked beside me, her arm brushing against mine, and I instinctively took a hold of her hand.

She tensed, but quickly relaxed as I led her through the lobby and into the elevator. She kept looking down at our hands, a confused expression plastered on her face.

"What?" I asked.

Her eyes flickered from our hands, to the floor. "Nothing, I'm just nervous to get my tattoo I guess."

"You don't have to get one, you know." I say, hoping to change her mind.

She narrowed her eyes at me, tilting her head. "Why are you so against me getting one?"

"I'm not against it, it's just...you seem innocent. Like you don't seem the type of girl to get one."

"Innocent?" She raises her eye brow, a dark look crossing her face as she laughs sarcastically. "Trust me, there is nothing innocent about me."

My eyebrows shot up as the elevator door opened. She pulled her hand away from me, walking ahead of me down the hallway and stopping outside our door.

I walk up, putting the key in and opening the door. She walks in before I do and goes to her bag to grab a shirt. She walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and I throw myself on the bed, laying on my stomach.

I close my eyes, thinking I'll take a five minute nap. All I see is Kaydence in my head as I start to drift off a little when the bathroom door opens again, my eyes snapping open as she walked back into the room.

She is still wearing her jeans, but changed into a black crop top Beatles shirt. I stared at her as she grabbed her converse, sitting down on the edge of the bed to put them on. When she bent over to do it, the back of her shirt rode up, revealing the skin at the top of her jeans and my eyes immediately noticed several scars on her back. I sat up, my hand reaching out to touch it, and she stood up quickly.

Her eyes were wide, and her mouth hung open a little, but that didn't stop me from asking, "What happened?"

"I fell." She answered too quickly.

"No, you didn't. Those scars look pretty bad, you don't get that from falling."

Her face started to turn red. "Well I did." She pulled her shirt down more in the back, making the front of it shorter, and revealing her red belly ring. "Can we go now?"

I decided I wouldn't push it for now, and stood up, walking out the door. She shuffled behind me, as I led the way down to the lobby and to the car. I walked to the passenger door and opened the door, holding it open for her.

She smirked at me, and jumped up into the car. "What a gentleman."

"Always." I said, winking at her as I closed the door behind her. I heard her laugh from outside as I walked around to the drivers side and got in.

"So do you know any tattoo parlors, tattoo man?" She asked.

"Excuse me?" I said, looking at her with raised eyebrows. "Now I'm tattoo man?"

She shrugged. "It fits."

I rolled my eyes, and put the car in reverse. "Actually yeah I do, I know some place not that from here so we can go there."

"Cool."

"Are you going to tell me what you're going to get?" I asked.

"A quote."

"What is it going to say?"

She smirked. "That I will not tell you. You're going to have to wait."

"Fine." I grumbled. The rest of the drive she asked about my family, if I had any pets, what my favorite color was, did I hate my curly hair, and so much more.

"Why do you get to ask all the questions here?" I asked after about the tenth question.

"Because I am me and you are you."

"That answer is not acceptable."

"I don't care."

"It's my turn to ask a question." I said.

She sighed, and lifted her legs up on the seat, bringing her knees to her chest. "Fine, but I won't answer anything I don't want to."

"Fine."

"Alright," she let out a dramatic breath. "Hit me."

There were a lot of things I wanted to know about her, but I knew half of them she wouldn't answer. I figured I'd start off easy.

"Okay, what's your favorite color?"

"Red." She answered immediately. I smiled.

"What?" She asked.

"Red suits you."

She grinned and looked out the window. "Next question, dimples."

"Seriously, stop with the nicknames." I said.

"But why?" She batted her eyelashes innocently. "It suits you."

I grinned and shook my head. She was feisty today. "Okay, favorite tv show?"

"Oh my gosh, definitely Friends."

"I love that show." I said, smiling.

"Well we agree on something." She says.

I nodded and thought about the question I really wanted to ask, I had a feeling she wouldn't answer it, but asking couldn't hurt.

"How come your dad left?"

She stilled, and the grin on her face vanished. Her eyes darkened, and she looked down at her hands, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

"I don't want to answer that question."

"But-"

"Harry drop it." She snapped, her voice cold.

"Sorry." I said softly, and the rest of the drive was silent.

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We walked through the front entrance of the tattoo parlor, Kaydence beside me. The two men working at the front looked up as we walked in, and the one that had a beanie over his head eyes widened at the sight of us.

"Hey, you're Harry Styles right?" He asked.

"Yeah, that's me."

He stood up from his chair, walking around the counter to shake my hand. "My sister is a huge fan, but it's really great to meet you."

"Thanks mate, you too."

"So what can we do for you? Are you here for another tattoo?"

"No, she is." I said, gesturing to Kaydence.

He looked from me to her, and smiled politely. "Do you know what you want?"

She nodded, standing with her arms crossed over her chest. "Yeah, I want a quote."

"What's the quote?"

Her eyes slid to me, and she pressed her lips together. I got the hint.

"Okay, I'll be over here." I gestured to the far side of the place, taking a seat in one of the empty chairs against the wall.

I watched as she spoke to the guy with the beanie, she was using her hands to talk and lifted her shirt slightly. The guy nodded and took her to the back, I stood to follow when Kaydence stopped me with a stern look.

"Stay here." She said.

I sighed and sat down, preparing myself for the longest hours of my life.

I scrolled through my Twitter, reading all the tweets from fans. They always made me smile, and some of them made me laugh. I answered back to a few, and checked my DMs and answered a few of those.

After I was done, I checked the time. Damn, it's only been twenty minutes. I shoved my phone back into my pocket and slouched down into the seat, crossing my arms over my chest and getting comfortable. I closed my eyes and thought about my life. How blessed I am to have all the fans, lads, family, and...even Kaydence. I smiled as I thought of her, she was different from most girls I have met, and she spoke her mind. Even though half the time she was getting angry with me, I had to admit I even liked fighting and arguing with her. I found her to be beautiful all the time, there hasn't been one time that I've been around her she hasn't looked stunning. I've only known her a short time, but in the time I have known her she has made me feel things I have never felt before. Her laugh was so goofy, and I loved it so much. I could listen to her laugh all day and I would never be sick of it. And her eyes... my god her eyes were gorgeous. I pictured her brown eyes in my head, along with other thoughts of her, as I felt my head tilting back on the back of the chair and I drifted off to sleep.

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"Tattoo man, wake up."

I opened my eyes as I felt someone nudging my leg. I blinked a few times to get rid of the bluriness, and glanced up at Kaydence.

"You're done?" I asked, my voice raspy from sleep. I sat up, clearing my throat and pulled out my phone to check the time. It took about an hour and half.

"Yeah." She said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Well can I see it?" I asked hopefully.

She nodded, and pulled the top of her jeans down a little, revealing beautiful cursive writing across her pelvis.

" 'It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light.' " I read out loud.

"Who wrote that?" I asked curiously.

"Aristotle."

I nodded, and studied the tattoo. It looked good on her. "What does it mean?"

She shrugged, and looked down at it, lightly touching it with her finger and wincing in pain. "Just something I want to live by."

I stared at it a moment longer, trying to understand what she meant by that. If she wanted to live by it, that would mean something dark happened. Right?

Was it what happened with her brother? I didn't know, but I didn't think what happened with her brother was so dark, I mean yes, it was sad and horrible, but not dark.

She lifted the top of her jeans again and I looked back up at her. "I like it, it looks good."

"Thanks." She said, grinning.

I stood up, and we walked out the door and towards the car. "Do you wanna get dinner?"

"Dinner already? It feels like we were just at the restaurant." She says as she catches up to me, walking beside me.

"It almost took two hours for your tattoo, it's almost six."

"I'm not that hungry, can we just get a pizza for now?" She asks, as she pulls her hair out of her bun and runs her fingers through her curls. I catch sight of her scar on her wrist again, and am brought back to the ones on her back.

"Yeah." I say, as we reach the car. We climb in, and she starts talking about how the tattoo hurt a lot, but I'm having trouble listening to her as my thoughts are elsewhere. To how she got those scars on her wrist and lower back, and to what dark thing could of possibly happened to her.