"Doesn't it hurt?" I asked.

He was lying on a bed that looked more like a chair, while getting the tattoo burned into his skin. His face showed pain, but he manned up and gave me a smile.

"No, I've done this a hundred of times."

Bart was doing a great job. We had really bonded, and I was proud of myself to connect with such a tough guy.

"So.. I have a few questions." I said.

"Go for it." Harry grunted.

"How many tattoos do you have?"

"Too many to count."

"Okay, have you got everyone here?"

"No, but I did get my first tattoos here.."

"Oh, okay.. So how long have you and Bart been friends?"

"Why are you.. aouch!" Harry screamed.

"This is painful, just admit it!" I laughed.

"The only painfully thing right now is your questions.. Why so many?"

"Well you said that you wanted me to get to know you better, so that's what I'm doing."

Harry looked up on me.

"Good point. Well, me and Bart became friends when I started to come here and get tattoos.."

"What was your first tattoo?"

"I can't show you right now, but it was one on my chest, a banner with the word 'love' on it."

"Can I see it later?"

"No, it's gone. I covered it."

"Actually.." Bart said. "I covered it."

I laughed.

"Why?"

"Because it was pretty lame. I can't even remember why I decided to get it in the first place."

I nodded. After his tattoo was done, he stood at the mirror and checked it out. It was actually beautiful, and it was only a black heart.

"Wow.. How does it feel?" I asked him from behind.

Then, he took his eyes off his tattoo, and directed his eyes on me instead. He hugged me, though he still had a sore arm.

"It feels good."

"Grea-"

"But not near as good as it feels being with you." He interrupted me.

I smiled and stared up at him.

"Right back at ya." I said, and we both laughed.

We had a coffee at a café in the neighbourhood, but after that, Harry wanted to go home.

"What should we do there? We have the whole day off." I reminded him.

"Well, you could lie on my chest and we could fall asleep in each others arms..?" Harry suggested with a grin.

As tempting as that sounded, from the long day, I just really wanted to do something fun. It was already Thursday, and soon the weekend would be over. I wanted to do something with Harry to remember, when I had to chose between the guys.
When I thought about that, my mind instantly grew. I still had no idea who I would to chose. Honestly, if it was possible, I think I loved them all just the same. Louis humor was so sexy, Zayns shyness was adorable, Nialls kindness and friendship meant the world to me, I couldn't live without Liam an his sweetness and as for Harry.. He was just Harry. I didn't know how long I had been at the college, but Harry was definitely the one who had made the strongest impression. Maybe because I'd spent most time with him so far, and that felt kind of safe. I just felt safe with him. But I knew that was about to change soon. When Harrys week would be over, it was Zayns turn. What would happen? Would I miss Harry? Would I found myslef loving Zayn more than the other boys? I was scared, honestly.
The bus finally stopped, and we started to walk towards the college.

"So, you just learned a whole lot of me today.." Harry started.

"No, I learned a whole lot about your tattoos!" I giggled.

"My tattoos is me."

"Oh, I get it." I winked.

"So, tell me something more about yourself."

But I was out of things. It would've been a huge difference if for example Zayn had asked the same question, because he barely knew anything about me. But Harry.. that boy knew almost too much about me.

"Harry, I.."

"No."

He stopped me with his hand and stepped in front of me. He was blocking me from walking any further.

"What are you doin-"

"I wanna know everything about you." He breathed.

He seemed really nervous, because his underlip was shaking.

"You are the only girl that I've had this kind of interest in.. you know.."

"No, I don't really know.." I said.

Maybe I did know, but I just really loved it when he talked about me. First, it was the most wonderful thing ever, and second, it actually made it clearer about the hexagon-thing.

"I've always been the kind of guy who have one-night stands, and gotten tattoos, and you know.. I'm not the most romantic guy.. But when I met you.. everything changed."

The air around us was so cold that smoke came out of our mouths when we spoke.

"I was telling you the truth at the tattoo-store. I've never felt like this before. I don't know what to do.."

Suddenly, his voice was just cracking up. For a second, I thought he was going to cry. But he held his manly face, even though he was showing nervousness and desperation.

"I-I don't know if I'm doing the right things, o-or saying the right things, or.."

"Harry." I said and layed my hands on his cheeks. "You're doing great. I really like you."

"I just.. I just.." He stuttered. "I just want you to pick me so bad.."

I had no idea how to answer that. But Harry luckily continued.

"It's crazy, how you once were a stranger, and now.. you're all I think about.. I just.. I just want you to love me as much as I love you, but I don't know if it's possible.."

"Harry.." I whispered. "You're here with me now. And I'm yours, for now, okay?"

I still had my hands on his cheeks when he slowly nodded. I bent up to give him one more kiss.

"Now, let's go in. I'm freezing!" I laughed.

When we got in, we decided to go up to Harrys dormitory. But on our way, we ran into Liam. He looked terrified.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked and came up to him fast.

"Nothing, I just.. I found Marks number, and I texted him.." Liam stuttered.

"Wait, what did you text him?!" I asked.

"That I won't give them my money."

Notes

Dum, dum duuuum! Haha, hi again! I'm pretty tired now, so I guess it's time for bed. But I hope you enjoyed these three chapters, I'll write three tomorrow too, if not four. I just really want this story to come out more, since there's still SO MUCH that is going to happen.. Well, well. Se ya'll tomorrow! Love, A.

Do you think texting Mark was smart or not?

What do you think will happen after this?