becosss : Had a nice lil visitor today. Bloody poser 💪 @harrystyles
Chapter 13 posted - Click banner or title to read.
"How many tattoos do you have?"
Clearly, my question caught him off guard with his huff of released breath and his hand reaching around to rub his neck, “Oh erm, I think I’m in the fifties somewhere?”
"You think?" I giggled.
Harry smiled sheepishly and shrugged one shoulder, “There’s so many it’s hard to keep track. I like them all though.”
I raised one skeptical eyebrow with a vivid image of the red skull portrait I’d witnessed the other week, “All of them? Not one you regret?”
Chuckling deeply, he shook his head and ran a hand back through his curls, “Not really, no. There’s some I want to cover but not because I don’t like them. They just don’t apply to me anymore, I guess.”
Grace you are digging yourself a hole. You don’t wanna tell Harry you don’t want a kid. You don’t want his help with everything that’s stressing you out. You don’t want to tell him what is actually stressing you out. And now you’re insulting him in quite possibly the worst way possible by saying you don’t want his help just because he is who is he and basically saying you’d rather not be his wife if that’s the only reason you sell cupcakes. Oh and lets not forget you spat his career in his face and said it was over.
You are frustrating me, sunshine.