"Now where were we?" Harry growled as we walked into the front door of our London home.

"Sheesh, Styles let me get inside. I don't think the neighbors would appreciate that very much." I giggled, fighting him off of me.

"Buuuuut we have to celebrate." He whined while showering me with kisses in any spot he could plant his lips.

I threw my bags on the living room couch and continued to swat him away.

"I know, but are you not the least bit sleepy?" I complained.

We'd just left the hospital and I hadn't slept in over 24 hours.

"Yes, but I think I have just enough energy..." He smirked and kissed my lips.

Are you really going to tell Harry Styles no?

"Okay, but make it quick." I giggled, granting him permission.

He whisked my feet out from under me and carried me upstairs.

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I stretched and sat up in bed. I was exhausted and couldn't figure out why I'd woken up.

Ding dong!

The doorbell rang.

Who in the hell is at our door?

"Harry, get upppp!" I poked him in his ribs.

He jerked. I smirked, loving the fact that he was ticklish. I poked him again.

"Stoooop!" He moaned, scooting away from me.

"Harry, someone's at the door. Go get it." I absolutely loved to aggravate him.

"Who is it?" He snapped.

"Gee, let me look through the peephole. Oh wait, I'm upstairs, in bed, next to you!" I smarted off.

I climbed out of bed to peek out the window.

"Geez, it's like Antartica out here!" I complained, pulling the drapes back.

"Harry, it's Zayn. What is he here for?"

"Oh shit, what time is it?" He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes.

"Half five, why?" I questioned, realizing how late in the day it was.

"Ugh, the game comes on at six and the boys are coming over to watch it." He rolled out of bed and made his way downstairs, wearing only his boxers.

Good thing the boys were used to his need for nudity.

I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and try and make myself look somewhat presentable. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and pulled on some norts and a hoodie. I really liked football, so I was looking forward to the game today. Plus, time spent with those five idiots always turned out to be an adventure. I trudged downstairs and found Harry and Zayn playing around with a tattoo gun.

"Where'd you get that?" I asked.

"It's mine." Zayn answered for Harry. "He wanted me to bring it over so we could ink one another up."

"More tattoos, Harry?" I asked.

"Yes, baby." He wagged his eyebrows up and down.

He knew how much I loved ink on him.

"We need to get you some ink, babes." He smirked.

As much as I loved tattoos, I'd never had the balls to get one. I'd wanted one, but was just too much of a wimp.

"Um, I'd rather let a licensed professional do it. Thanks though." I grinned.

"Let me tattoo you, pleeease." He begged.

"No. I'll ask for a flower and you will give me a penis. I know you."

"See Zayn, she knows me. She knows she's getting the penis." Harry and Zayn burst into laughter and I rolled my eyes.

The front door swung open and Liam and Louis came walking in.

"Hiiii LiLo!" I waved.

Louis flicked me off and Liam ignored me.

Well I feel loved.

"Oh good. I've been wanting another tattoo!" Liam's eyes widened when he saw the tattoo gun.

"Where are all of your women?" I asked, twirling a strand of hair that had fallen from my messy bun.

"Work." Liam and Zayn chimed.

"Avoiding you." Louis stated, without even looking up at me.

"Whatever, she loves me more than you." I grinned as he ignored me.

They'd arrived back from their cruise this afternoon so I'd assumed she was home and unpacking.

"Where's the food, Le?" Liam looked at me.

"The kitchen." I played around on my phone.

"You are the best hostess I've ever had." He joked as he went to find some snacks.

I tried to kick him when he walked past me but I missed and almost fell out of my chair. The boys chuckled, making fun of me.

Harry clicked on the TV to the appropriate channel. Manchester United was playing Chelsea and it was said to be the best game of the year. The boys were stoked and I knew that they were going to be insanely pissed if Chelsea won.

The game still had around 25 minutes until it would actually begin so Zayn began to tattoo Harry's finger. Harry winced a bit and I scooted over closer to them so that I could watch.

"Whatcha getting?" I pestered.

"You'll have to wait and see." Harry smiled through the pain.

He's such a man - taking it like it's nothing. So hot.

I sighed, watching the needle move on his skin. Pretty soon though, I got bored and turned my attention to Liam and Louis who were both focused on their phones.

"What are you two doing?"

"Twitter - follow spree." Liam answered.

"Ooooh, follow me please Liam!" I exaggerated with a smirk.

"I already follow you, Leah. God you're so weird." He rolled his eyes at me.

"Since when?! Last time I checked Zayn and Niall were the only two who followed me. And Harry." I was excited.

"I've followed you for forever! Since you and Harry started dating!" He raised his voice, finding humor in the fact that I didn't know he followed me.

"No way. I've checked!" I hurriedly opened my Twitter app.

I went to Liam's page and nope. He didn't follow me.

"Liam you're an asshole."

He laughed for a good two minutes.

"I'll follow you." He calmed down and followed me.

"Okay Tommo, you're next. It's been my dream to have all of One Direction follow me and you're the only thing standing between me and my life goals. So step aside and follow me." I said, proudly.

He looked up from his phone.

"Um, no." He looked back down.

"Uh, Louis!" I dragged it out. "Pleeeeease!"

"You're so whiny." He kept his focus on his phone.

"You're so mean." I huffed.

"Leah, it's done." Harry motioned for me to come sit next to him.

"Show me!" I encouraged.

He placed his hand in mine as I examined his left ring finger.

"Harry!" I gasped. "I love it! Zayn, this is amazing!"

It was a lock, just like the one we'd placed on Love Lock Bridge. My name was intwined beautifully with the lock.

"I wanted it on my wedding band finger just so that something would be there permanently for you, even when I'm showering or whenever else I may not be able to wear the ring, everyone will know I'm forever yours." Harry beamed.

I kissed him while the other boys made gagging noises.

"It's perfect!" I admired it more.

"Please let me tattoo you!" He whined. "I promise it won't be a penis!"

Louis and Liam snorted.

"PLEASE TATTOO A PENIS ON HER!" Louis yelled while laughing.

"I'd pay good money for you to do that, Haz!" Liam added.

"How much are we talking?" Harry raised one eyebrow at Liam, sending them all into more bouts of laughter.

Harry continued to pester me while he tattooed Zayn.

"Just let meeee."

"No."

"Leah, let him. He's good I swear. I wouldn't let him do me if he wasn't." Zayn tried to help Harry out.

"I tell you what." I began. "If Manchester wins, you can give me a small tattoo. But if Chelsea wins, I give you a tattoo of whatever I want, wherever I want."

Harry grinned. "Deal." He stuck his hand out and we shook on it.

What in the hell did I just do?

The game began and we all sat around, watching intently. Chelsea was looking sharp and I prayed a million prayers that they would overcome Manchester. Chelsea scored the first goal and I fist bumped God. Harry and the other boys shouted various curse words.

"If you guys would do like me and pray instead of cussing, maybe your team would be doing better." I joked.

"I thought Manchester was your team?" Louis glared at me.

"Well, they usually are, but not when a tattoo of Harry's discretion is riding on it. I might end up with a ship on my bicep or a butterfly on my abs." I smirked at Harry.

"What abs?" He grinned back at me.

I flicked him off and we focused back on the game. Manchester scored two.

"What was that you were saying earlier, Leah? Are you still praying?" Liam asked.

"No, I forgot now shut up and let me talk to God." I began to pray silently and sure enough Chelsea scored again, tying up the game.

The clock ran out and the game was going to be decided by PK's. I was on the edge of my seat, tugging at my hair while all the boys stood and shouted at the screen.

Chelsea took the first kick and made it. Manchester made the second. They both made it the second time around and then it happened. Chelsea's kicker made a kick like Harry and missed the goal. I began to cry while the boys cheered. If Manchester made this goal, I was probably going to have a penis tattoed on my forehead.

I bit my nails and watched intently. Manchester kicked, and they scored. Manchester won the game. Jumping and shouting shook the house. I'd never seen the boys so excited.

"Come here baaaby!" Harry waved his finger at me and took a seat on the couch.

The other boys gathered around.

Slowly, I got up from my seat and made my way over to them.

"Please, put it somewhere where no one will see it."

Tears brimmed in my eyes. I couldn't believe this was actually happening.

That's what you get for being a dumb ass and making a stupid deal like the one you just made.

"Okay, I will." Harry agreed, to my surprise. "Lay on your stomach across my lap."

"What? Why?"

"I'm tattooing your butt cheek." He couldn't control his laughter and neither could the other boys.

"Harry Edward Styles, you are not tattooing my butt cheek! You have lost your mind!" I crossed my arms.

"Ah ah, you said I could give you a small tattoo. It's either on your butt cheek or your forehead. You pick."

He was being a complete douche bag.

I crawled into his lap and he pulled back my norts, exposing my butt cheek.

"This won't hurt a bit." He giggled.

I pulled Zayn closer.

"You're my support since you brought that damn tattoo gun and caused all of this shit." I glared at him and he looked a little scared.

I felt the needle on my bum and I winced, pinching Zayn.

"OW!" Zayn jumped. "Why the fuck did you pinch me?"

Everyone laughed.

"Because this shit hurts!!" I whimpered.

After a good ten minutes of torture, Harry finished. The boys clapped at the tattoo and I realized I still had no idea what it was.

"Go look in the mirror." Harry smiled.

I got up and walked to the foyer where a large mirror adorned the wall. I turned and lifted up my norts. I had to get really close to the mirror to see. Right smack dab in the middle of my right buttcheek read "Property of Harry Edward Styles."

Are you fucking kidding me?

"What'd you think?" Harry grinned as I walked back into the living room.

He and the other boys awaited my answer like impatient little kids.

"At least it's not a penis." I spoke quietly and they all cheered.

"She likes it!" Louis high-fived Harry.

I rolled my eyes. I did not like it, but it made for a good story. Plus, no one but Harry would ever see it. I wouldn't even see it unless I purposely wanted to look at my buttcheek, so I guess it wasn't the worst thing that could have happened.

"You're a cool fiance, Leah." Zayn smiled.

"Yeah, there is no way in hell Eleanor would ever let me come near her with a tattoo gun." Louis added.

"Much less on the butt cheek, or to write my name." Liam laughed.

"Mad props to you." Zayn said.

They all fist-bumped me.

After the boys had all left, Harry and I laid in bed. He stroked my hair as I scrolled through my phone.

"You really are the coolest fiance ever. Like no one else would have ever seriously let me ink their bum. You must really love me."

"Don't flatter yourself too much. A deal's a deal." I didn't look at him.

"Whatever, you love me so much. You wanted me to tattoo you so bad, you couldn't take it." He shoved me a little.

"Whatever you say." I smirked and put my phone on the bedside table.

"Let me see it again." He grinned.

"Harrryyyy..." I complained as pulled down my underwear.

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