It was a sunny Thursday, which was kind of odd, since it had been raining for the last couple of days. Usually, the morning-programs weren't something I watched. I actually didn't watch much TV at all in the morning. But this morning, I felt more alone than ever, so to break the endless silence, I turned on the TV. And I happened to watch the weather. Well, I was picking out an outfit, and when I heard the reports about the weather that we could expect ahead of us, I turned around to listen. The woman in the pink suit told England that the sun was going to stay up for the next coming days, and that the rain probably would come back on Sunday and that it would keep pouring the following week. I saw that as a good thing, thinking about the party at Appel-Hill on Saturday.
Appel-Hill was on a little mountain, southwest of the college. On the very top, was a small, but very succesful café. The owners were Tims grandparents, and now when Tims birthday was coming up, his grandparents decided to invite all the kids from Vocal University, and have a little party there. And since not even a quarter of us would fit in that little café, it was a good thing that the top of the mountain was very big. That basically meant that everyone would be outside during the party, and therefor it was probably for the best that it wouldn't rain.
I chose my outfit and then rushed away to meet Harry in the stairs. As he said, he was waiting there.

"Hi, girlfriend." He said as I hugged him.

"You know, at first, I thought it was pretty annoying that you kept calling me your girlfriend.."

Harrys shining smile disappeared. Oh, no, I thought. I hurried to finish the sentence.

"But now, I quite like it.." I smirked.

Harry smiled, but not like before. I didn't know what to do, so I quickly stood on my toes to give him a romantic kiss. I knew I had done the right thing, because I could feel his lips not only kissing me back, but they smiled too. I suddenly heard the doors open behind us.

"We should get to class." I whispered with a big smile.

"Yeah." He smiled back.

But before we went into the classroom, his hand quickly found my, and he entwined our fingers.

We only had one class that Thursday, which was pretty nice, but also not so. I loved my classes, I loved almost all the teachers, and since I lived in the fresh and clean building that I actually had my classes in, I obviously connected these two things and the result was that this was better than my highest expectations. Plus that I had met the boys here, so whenever I thought of the college, I instantly thought of the boys, which equals great vibes.
After classes, Harry grabbed my arms and brought me to a small indentation behind a short wall, and gave me a long snog.

"And what was that for?" I asked, smiling.

"That was for you, babe." He smirked. "We're going somewhere."

"Really? Where?"

"You'll see. Or.. will you..?" He said mysteriously.

We ran out and jumped on the bus.

"No limo..? Wow, that's new." I joked.

"Ha, ha, very funny." Harry said ironic.

The bus was jolting, and so was Harrys curls too. It was so cute, he didn't even notice! I stared at his huge, long curls, and now I was the one who didn't notice - Harry was now staring at me!

"What?" I asked with a blush.

"You're just getting more and more beautiful every day." He said.

I was heart-touched, but not by his words. The thing was, I had noticed that Harry was the kind of person who would laugh and smile at anything really, but I had also seen another side of him. The side he was now showing me. Normally, he would maybe stare at my brests, and then up at my face and tell me how beauitful I am, with a big smirk on. But now, he just stared at my face like it was a famous painting, or expensive art. Something that made his eyes shine like only his green diamonds could. He wasn't even close to a smile now.

"Thank you Harry." I said.

He took my hand and held it throughout the whole busride.
When we finally got there, he told me to close my eyes. Then, he started to walk, while leading me. We walked for a quite bit, but when he finally spoke, I knew we were near. He said:

"Wow, I've missed this place!"

He positioned himself in front of me.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

And I did. And what was in front of me, suddenly didn't seem as surprising as I thought for the first few seconds.

"But, why?" I asked.

"I just want you to get to know me better." He smiled.

We walked in to the tattoo store. There was a fat man behind the glass-desk in the middle of the giant room we just entered, and his skin was inked. The walls was full of tattoos, and pictures of people with tattoos.

"Hi, Bart!" Harry shouted.

The fat man looked up with a sceptic look. But as soon as he saw Harrys face, he lit up and laughed.

"Woah, man!" He shouted back. "It's been long! And you're bringing your girlfriend..?"

"Yes, let me introduce you to her. Bart, this is Kath."

"Hey, Kath." He smiled and took my hand.

"Hi, Bart."

"So, are you getting a new tattoo?" Bart grinned. "I've just gotten in some awesome ones! It's cool dragons, and skulls, and of course, my favourites, the.."

"Actually.." Harry interrupted. "I'm getting something different this time."

He looked at me, and smiled. I wondered what he was thinking.

"What do you mean?" Bart asked.

Harry looked around in the room for something. Suddenly, he pointed behind Bart.

"I want that one." He said.

Bart laughed at first. Then, when he realized that Harry was serious, he stopped.

"Well, yeah, sure. But.. why?"

Harry looked at me again with a smile, and then up at Bart again.

"I just wanna symbolize the love I'm feeling right now."

I gasped. Bart gasped. We didn't know what to say.

"I've never felt like this before."

"Harry, can I talk to you?" I asked.

"Sure."

We went to the other side of the room.

"If you wanted to do something sweet for me, you could've just bought flowers! You don't have to get a freaking tattoo!" I hissed.

"I'm not only doing this for you, I want to myself."

I looked up at him.

"Are you one hundred procent sure? Because if you are, then I'm cool with it.."

"I'm sure."

I nodded, and squeezed his hands.

"I started to tattoo myself when I was young. I'm not a very good writer, but I've always wanted to keep a diary. So instead of keeping a secret book to myself, I made my skin my book, and the ink became my words."

I was touched by his words.

"And you are definitely a very important chapter in my book."

Notes

Hi guys! I think I'll make one more chapter, just because I really don't have anything better to do. By the way, are you guys excited for 1D-day tomorrow? I live in Sweden, and the "show" starts at 8pm, and ends at 3am. It's a pretty great schedule, since I'm up at 3am anyways on weekends. Gotta go, but see you soon! Love, A.

How would you feel if your boyfriend did the same? Happy? Confused? Overwhelmed?

(Only because I'm totally out of questions)

Will you watch the livestream?