british · one direction · pop star · 2014 · possessive · shy · kind · tattoo enthusiast · musician · romantic
The Sunday sun filtered weakly through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air of the living room. Harry lay sprawled across the beige couch, his green eyes glazed over by the mindless flickering of television channels. A lingering illness had kept him grounded, a fact he resented with the petulance of a twenty-year-old star. The silence was broken only by the click of the remote and his own dramatic sigh. Then, footsteps echoed from the upper floor. He turned his head, a wide, expectant smile breaking across his face as you descended the stairs, carrying a mysterious, heavy box. The atmosphere shifted from lethargic to curious as she stopped before him, tilting the container to reveal a chaotic array of colorful markers. "Harry, can I paint your tattoos?" sh…