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harry-styles-obsessed · 1 year

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Match made in heaven

Request: hi, I was wondering whether you could do something along the lines of y/n wanting to get matching tattoos with Harry, and it’s just like really cute? If not no worries! But thank you(:

A/N: thank you for the request!! This is just so cute, I hope you like this one! Happy Easter everyone hope everyone has a good time!!

Tw’s: mentions of needles. Pure fluff.

“You know I think I want to get a tattoo… with you.” You murmured, a soft smile tugging at Harry’s lips as he looked at you raising his brows “oh yeah?” You nodded as you kept a hold of his hand your other hand delicately holding the nail varnish brush in between your fingertips as you delicately and carefully painted his fingernails a light blue colour, his eyes were full of adoration as he kept a cheeky smile on his face. You were adorable to say the least and he wasn’t afraid to admit that. “Was hopin’ to get maybe a lyric of yours written on my wrist… but in your handwriting” you murmur stopping for a moment just so you could look into his eyes and he smiles at you his expression softening “that’s so sweet… would make sense you getting a lyric tattooed on you” he said unable to take his eyes off of you “oh yeah? How so?” You ask with a little grin as you continued to gently paint his nails “because you’re the muse of all my songs… every one of them is about you.” He answered you softly using his free hand that had already had been painted and had time to dry to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear lovingly,

“Not the sad ones I hope” you say with a little smile but you found it adorable that he wrote songs about you, it made your heart ache but also yearn for him more and more. “ ‘Course not, but love songs don’t come from nothing… when you’re upset and just wanna be held I use that as a stimuli to write from.” He uttered out his eyes glowing with happiness and warmth before he leaned in pressing a kiss to your lips. “The sad one’s personify more than heartbreak though, sometimes…” he said and you hummed listening to him “often the sad ones describe how I feel when on tour. The immaculate adrenaline before and during the shows but afterwards it’s the end of concert blues I suppose… but also when you’re not there I feel a bit lonely. So instead of eating something after a show and celebrating I go straight to sleep because I know I’ll be back in my happy place all over again…. And be able to make you proud.” He said softly and the more he spoke the more captivated you became. He was just the sweetest. You screw the lid of the nail polish back on as you gently place it down before cupping his cheek in your hand “you’ll always make me proud, H. You’re amazing. And maybe sometime soon I could come along with you on tour, hm? Since I’ll be earning more money and have time off… and the job I have is flexible with working online and stuff so?” You said your words seeming to light something up within him his whole face lighting up “that’s a perfect idea… perfect.”

Later on that day Harry’s friend, Jake had popped over, his friend was a skilled tattooist whom was chill and cool. “Alright you can both get whatever you want… as many as you like for just £10 since you’re both my friends.” His words made Harry chuckle as he shook his head “that’s just ripping you off, man, no way. I’ll pay you something way more than that.” He assured but that was Harry for you… always wanting to make sure that his friends knew their worth. He always brought that to his concerts too- wanting to make sure every single individual in that room was seen, was heard, felt comfortable to be themselves he knew he had a few younger fans and he knew how growing up in a world with such hateful things and issues was draining sometimes and so he wanted to create a safe place for people of all genders, sexes, nationalities, sexuality’s… everything… everyone was human after all but in that room together they were all family. No matter what… those people meant the entire world to him every single one of them and he wanted to get that across to them as best as he possibly could. Spread love, not hate.

You and Harry both decided to get something small first, you got a little ‘H’ just on your wrist, the H accompanied with a few tiny butterflies and Harry got your name tattooed on his ankle, and the first letter of your name just in the centre of where his thumb and index finger met just so whenever he looked down at his hand he could be reminded of you. “It’s so pretty” you complimented with a wide happy smile before you looked towards Jake who was smiling as well. “Could I tattoo Harry?” You soon asked making Jake pause as he looked at his friend as if to make sure he got his consent first “hell yeah, go ahead. Why not.” He said with a soft smile and you grinned gloving up as you took the tattoo gun into your hands, Jake giving you a quick introduction to it and making sure you knew he was there to help at any point. “So what would you like?” You asked looking into Harry’s eyes and he shrugged his shoulders “you choose.” He said with a little grin and you gave him a playful look before nodding “okay- but you have to pick what lyric I have on my body and where.” You say and he nods his head “deal.”

You held onto his wrist gently his hand lightly grasping onto your elbow as if giving you some more leverage to the situation, as if also assuring you, you weren’t hurting him and so you carefully began designing a small tattoo on his skin and as it began to progress more and more the smile on your face began growing and growing until eventually you had finished jake seemingly impressed and you let out a happy laugh “okay look!” You exclaimed excitedly and Harry did just that his eyes landing on the tattoo his eyes instantly lighting up as he let out a soft laugh “oh my gosh… that’s just too sweet…” he said happily and you smiled “the heart symbolises my heart and the plaster symbolises you… you healed my heart.” You said Harry’s eyes locking with yours “oh baby” he murmured giving your hand a squeeze. Yes it was cheesy but he didn’t care… he loved the cheesiness. It made his heart melt and his eyes slightly tear up. You were always so sweet and he absolutely adored it. “Love you so much” he murmured pressing a kiss to your lips as Jake set up the next needle for the tattoo gun and you smiled kissing harry that little bit deeper pulling him close to you “love you more and most” you murmured out against his lips happily and he smiled “forever and always.” He said and slowly pulled back once jake was giving you both a rather playful side eye making you giggle out and Jake rolled his eyes “grosss” he said playfully “alright, you want to tattoo her Harry or want me to?” He asked and Harry was quick to shake his head “you can. You’re professional… besides my hands aren’t steady enough for that. Would be worried to hurt her.” He said and Jake smiled “alright. Show me what to do and I’ll do it.”

And so you sat there whilst Harry showed Jake exactly what he wanted on you, and Jake soon nodded his head Harry coming up behind you as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders his hands covering your eyes as you smiled “no peeking allowed sorry” he whispered into your ear as he peppered kisses all down your neck in a loving manner, seemingly doing this to distract the hell out of you because it was most definitely working. The pain on some of the tattoos got that little bit more painful and so you kind of figured why Harry was doing this, he soon left little hickeys on your skin completely distracting you from the slight jabbing pain your fingertips gently locking into his hair as you pressed kisses to his cheek and after a while the tattoos had been done “okay Harry come check these out before I show.” Jake said and Harry did as he was told, his smile saying it all. “They’re perfect… y/n you can look.” He said with a wide smile and so you looked down just at your wrist where three paw prints had been tattooed, you had always told Harry you wanted paw prints tattooed but never had the time- your eyes lighting up “oh my gosh! I love them” but then you looked down to your forearm where a tattoo of lyrics had been drawn “I cant read it” you said with a soft smile and unbeknownst to you Harry had asked that to be done purposely,

“It says ‘just let me adore you’ cute right?” He said a little laugh falling from your lips as you smiled widely, it was written in his hand writing too… just as you had asked. The smile on his face was happy, the personification of happiness and love… “oh my gods… yes super cute” you said blushing harshly as you shook your head playfully. This man and his flirting. A blush remained on your cheeks as you just smiled unable to keep it off of your face “and the last one just here,” he lightly turned your hand over the words written on the back of your hand but on your wrist so it looked like a bracelet and it said ‘you’re enough. You’re beautiful. You’re brave. Believe it’ and you without even thinking about it wrapped your arms around him tightly “it’s perfect… thank you.” You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. He always knew how you struggled with your confidence, with your mental health… with your body… with everything for so long but this seemed to make you be seen. Helped you… of course you were much better now and had down days occasionally but this was just perfect. He helped boost your confidence for so long until you believed you were beautiful and now this little tattoo, as simple and personal as it was now meant the entire world to you and you couldn’t be more grateful for him. For how kind he was. For how much love he poured into you… you were so in love with him so much so it hurt and you’d never stop loving him and best thing was you knew his love for you was never ending… he wouldn’t stop loving you either. Whenever you looked at him you felt safe… secure… full of nothing but love and happiness but when you looked at him you also knew one very important thing. You were home. Harry brought you home. He was your home. You and him were a match made in heaven.

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