Cherry- H.S

Him & I.

A/N:

THIS IS A DOUBLE UPDATE!!!!! IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE CHAPTER BEFORE THIS ONE TITLED LOVER OF MINE PLEASE GO BACK AND READ IT BECAUSE THERE'S A LOT OF IMPORTANT STUFF IN IT!!!!!!

Also, sorry for how long this chapter is.. I was really excited about writing this one haha.

Either way enjoy! I love you all!!!

CHERRY'S POV

A WEEK LATER.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks me, and I nod.

"Why are you so worried, you've got ink littering your arms and all over your body?" I

ask as he drives.

"Yeah, I do... You have a single tattoo... and it's two words... on your hip... hidden from everyone..." He speaks up, and I shrug.

"I want another that's not so hidden." I tell him. "Maybe two." I shrug, and he shakes his head.

"I think you're absolutely insane." He laughs out, and I shrug again.

"This was your idea. You said you wanted another one, and you still haven't told me what you want to get either. Which inspired me to get a tattoo that you don't know." I smile, and he takes my hand as he continues to drive. "So you know this guy?" I ask, and he nods.

"He's a good friend. He's tattooed me before.. Hell he's let me tattoo him." He laughs, and I raise my eyebrows. "What's that look for? Why do you have that look?" He asks, and I smirk to myself.

"No reason." I smile, and he sighs.

"You give me anxiety." He speaks out, and I squeeze his hand tight. He continues to drive until we pull up to a tattoo shop with an empty parking lot.

"Why is it so empty?" I ask as we both climb out of the car.

"He doesn't open up the shop till noon, he's letting us in early." He tells me and I nod. Makes sense. I wonder if he's ever been seen in a tattoo shop considering how many he has.

"Can you tell me what you're getting now?" I ask, and he sighs.

"No because you're going to tell me not to get it." He breathes out as he walks to the door, knocking on it.

"Um... Why Harry Styles?" I ask, and he shrugs.

"I guess you'll see." He speaks out.

"You're so incredibly annoying." I shake my head, and he pulls me in by my lower back, bringing my body into his side. He kisses my temple , and runs his hand up and down my back as we wait.

"Okay." He shrugs.

"Stop that." I argue.

"Okay." He replies simply again.

"Jesus, you know how much I hate that." I pull away, and he smirks to himself and shrugs, his hands buried deep in his pockets.

"Okay." He replies again.

"You're being such an aquarius right now." I mumble to myself.

"Oh am I?" He eggs it on with laughter in his voice, and the shop door unlocks, and I see a taller bearded man standing there, tattoos littering his arms.

"Styles, what the fuck has been going on man?" He asks, opening his arms up to him. Harry goes in for a big hug, and I stand back watching the interaction.

"Not much." He answers simply.

"Well that's a lie." The artist speaks out, and Harry laughs. The artist pulls back, and looks to me next.