Ink [h.s]

Promise

Bella

I was in love with a man, that had a dark past. But the issue here is that I was utterly fine with it. I was fine with the fact that he had this cruel disturbed past....because in the end, so did I. Harry told me everything about his past. After revealing me the most darkest part of it, he told me everything. He told how his parents were extreamly wealthy, but he never did like that because he thought he only had friends because of his money. He told me how he became into Ink art after the tragedy of his loss. He explained every little tattoo. It was honestly so breath taking. He showed me tattoos that had no meanings to them and how he just got them for the fuck of it. He had tattoos of the year his mom was born in. He had a G and A marked for his mother and sisters names. Gemma and Anne. I tried not to cry but I mean how could you not cry when this broken man was telling you the darkest depth oh his past? He would wipe away my tears and say "Don't cry love, life has it's worst and good times." It made me cry even more because he was right.

He was beyond right. I lost my father. I lost contact with my mother. I honestly think those were and still are the worst times of my life.

But the good times were admitting my feelings for Harry....finding Harry in general.

Harry explained the reason to the rose tattoo on his arm. In exact detail and it made me actually think. I have a real affect on his life as much as he does to mine.

He told me it was the very first time he saw me at the cafè. He told me he was intrigured by the way my voice swayed with the lyrics in my voice and how I made the song seem beautifully tragic. Harry said that he was going through the worst time of his life, and once he saw me, it was like the wind was knocked out of his lungs. He knew then that there was something about me.

My heart and stomach ache greatly with a certain feeling of love.

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"Grab what ever you need Bella," Harry pecks my cheek while holding my hand in his large one. I bite my lip, gazing at him. "Harry...I don't want you to spend your money on me," It was true though. I would have had my money if I didn't leave it at my flat before coming to Harry's.

"Why do you always put obstacles Belle? I said I wanted to get you your stuff. Please just get what ever you need." He pleas. I see a kind of hurt in his eyes.

He thinks this is his fault, but it really isn't.

I rest my head on his arm. "This isn't your fault Harry. None of it is." I says softly. He tenses beneath me but I rest my hand on his stomach causing him to relax. "Yes it is," He says lowly, his voice breaking.

My heart aches for the angel that heavan won't let in. He's too good for me.

The same evening both Harry and I walked around the mall, getting stuff that I needed mostly. I got myself few shirts that are suitable to wear with two pairs of jeans. I also got some Toms, Harry insisting that they would be comfortable to wear at this time. Harry bought some toiletry things such as toothpaste and toothbrushes. I also bought a hair brush.

We headed back to the hotel and now sit and try to figure out what we are going to do. "I'm going to call Louis and tell him what's going on, maybe he can help us. And later, I'll call Zayn and check up and see if things are going alright." I nod, biting my lip as the information Harry gave me soaks in. He stands up and walks to where I stand.

He sets his hand on my cheek. I lean into his palm. "I love you so much," He murmurs softly. The words still are foreign coming from his mouth and still cause that strange eruption in my stomach. I smile. "I love you Harry." He leans down and pecks my lips. "Promise me something, Belle?" My hand grips his neck, bringing his face closer to mine. "Anything," I whisper.

Harry lets out a shaky breath, it hitting my lips.

"Promise me you won't ever leave me, no matter how bad this gets," My eyes sting with tears. "I promise Harry." I say with a tear running down my cheek. He wipes it away with his thumb. "You're the only good left for me now." He whispers and connects our lips again. The same fire erupts in my body once again causing me to feel warm all over. Harry pulls away, his forehead touching mine. "Stay right here. Just one second." I nod and watch him go the dresser, shuffling around in his bag, finally pulling something out. I don't get a glimpse of it because it sets in the palm of Harry's hand; him grasping onto it.

"Close your eyes." He rasps. I do as he says and feel a warm breath on my neck. Harry puts my hair to the side and kisses my shoulder, causing me to shudder. I feel him smile against me.

Something cold touches my neck. "I want you to have this." He says and pauses. "Because my love for you is stronger than the pain the endures me from my past." My breath hitches. "Open your eyes." He whispers. I open my eyes and look down to see a paper plane sliver necklace around my neck, dangling in the valley of my breasts. I gasp lightly. "Oh my God." I say lowly, bringing my hand over the silver paper plane. "Harry, it's beautiful." I say breathlessly and turn to him. He captures his lip between his lips. "I'm happy you like to love, it was mine. My father gave it to me when I turned 16. Some how after I lost him, and the rest of my family I just couldn't wear it anymore....so I want you to have it." I wrap my hands around his neck and bring him close to my body. I peck his cheek. "Thank you so much Harry. This means so much to me." I whisper in his ear.

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