The Rebound Girl ~ Book 1 ~ Completed!

Liam is having a hard time after his break up with Danielle and when he meets Bess Boone he sees her only as the rebound girl. When Harry begins to really fall for her though things are bound to get complicated. In the meantime, Bess is fighting depression.The story contains cigarette use, a little bit of bad language, and some possible mature content, so, be aware of that.

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23. Swallows Tattoo 1

‘Say it one more time,’ Harry said in a thick voice and I couldn’t help but smile.

‘No,’ I replied, shaking my head back and forth, teasing him.

‘Bess …’ he said warningly, squeezing the sides of my tummy. He had me pinned down to the sofa and was pressing himself on me. He rubbed his nose on mine and slowly ordered with his lips hovering over mine, ‘Say it again …’

I looked deep in his eyes before I told him, sighing, ‘I’m in love with you.’ He made me tell him at least ten times since the moment we got back together.

Harry grinned, very pleased, and tickled me a little before he planted his lips on my neck, kissing a specific spot. This boy will be my ruin, I thought, shutting my eyes and grabbing a fistful of his curly hair. He suddenly pulled back and lifted his torso up, supporting on his forearms. He studied my face for a moment, thinking about something. Then, he said, pretty determined, ‘I want to give you a tattoo.’

I giggled without wanting to but when I realized that he was in fact being serious, I smiled and ran a hand through his hair. ‘I think you’re still a little drunk. Let me make you a cup of tea. You’ll sober up right away.’

Harry held me down, not letting me go anywhere. ‘I want to give you a tattoo,’ he said again. ‘A friend of mine has a tattoo shop and he taught me how.’

‘How about that cup of tea?’ I insisted.

‘Fine. Let’s discuss this in the kitchen then,’ he said, getting off of me.

‘No, we’re not because I’m not getting a tattoo,’ I replied, getting up. I walked to the kitchen and Harry followed me. He waited until I put water in the kettle before he wrapped his arms around my neck from behind. I put one hand on his forearm and the other behind his head, thinking: please don’t ever leave me again.

‘I felt as if I was half a person when we were apart,’ Harry said, nuzzling in my hair. The water had boiled in the kettle.

‘Will a tattoo hurt?’ I asked.

‘A little. Like this,’ he replied, biting my shoulder. I giggled again. What was wrong with me!?

‘What should I get?’ I asked, sitting on the counter. Harry stood between my legs and put his hands on my hips.

‘I think,’ he began, looking at my legs. ‘Two swallows would be perfect.’ He touched the inside of my thighs, saying, ‘One on each thigh.’ My breathing quickened and Harry looked into my eyes. He explained, ‘Because I’ll always be coming home to you. Swallows are the symbols of commitment and love for one person only.’ I felt like a marionette in his hands. He could honestly do whatever he wanted with me. ‘And I’ll be the only one who’ll get to see them too,’ he ended, grinning.

‘Okay,’ I nodded, thinking: I guess I’ll get a tattoo then.

‘Sick,’ Harry said with a mischievous half smile. He took my hand. ‘Let’s go.’

*

It was nearly 10 when we walked in a tiny tattoo shop in West London. I looked around until a guy appeared from behind a red velvet curtain. This must be Harry’s friend, I thought.

‘Hello, mate,’ Harry smiled.

‘Oh, hey, Harry. Have you come back for another tattoo?’ he asked coolly, going through a file with hundred of tattoo designs. He must have been around twenty five years old. He was tall and built with jet black hair and deep blue eyes. He had a piercing on his full lower lip and his arms were covered with dark color tattoos.

‘It’s not for me this time,’ Harry replied. ‘It’s for my girlfriend, Bess.’ I skipped a heartbeat when he said that. It was the first time he said it to anyone.

The tattoo artist finally looked at me, acknowledging my presence. He grinned. ‘I’m Alek,’ he said, extending his hand.

‘Nice to meet you,’ I said, shaking it. His hand was both rough and soft, if that makes sense.

‘Is it okay if I give her the tattoo?’ Harry asked.

Alek crossed his arms across his chest and thought for a moment. ‘What kind of tattoo does she want?’ he asked after a while.

‘Two swallows,’ Harry replied, smiling to himself.

Alek chuckled. ‘I know I taught you well, mate, but you’ll probably need my help with that. If it was something easier, sure, but two swallows, I don’t know.’

Harry cleared his throat and I looked at him. He was frowning now. He didn’t look very happy. ‘We’d like to talk about this for a moment,’ Harry told him and Alek nodded.

‘I’ll be at the back if you need me,’ Alek said and disappeared behind the curtain.

Harry grabbed my hand, dragging me out of the shop.

‘Aren’t I getting a tattoo after all?’ I asked him, blinking.

‘Alek’s a good mate of mine but I don’t trust him enough to let him spend two hours with his head between your legs, tattooing you,’ Harry said, grunting.

‘I’m sure he’s a professional,’ I argued. We were outside now. It was pouring down rain.

‘No,’ Harry protested. ‘Besides, I wanted to do it,’ he added with a furrowed brow. We were still holding hands and when I tried to walk towards his car, he pulled me back.

‘What are you doing, baby?’ I asked, turning to him. ‘We’re going to catch pneumonia or something.’

‘I want to give you something,’ he said. ‘I was saving it until after you got the tattoo but since that didn’t work out …’ His voice trailed as he dug his hand in his leather jacket’s pocket, reaching for something. His hair was all wet and plastered on his forehead now. We would both be soaked to the bone in a few minutes. He got out a ring box and went down on one knee. My eyes widened and I felt petrified but my knees were shaking. Harry looked up at me and when he opened the box, I swallowed against the lump in my throat. ‘This is a promise that I’ll never let you go again,’ he said, raindrops streaming down his face. I was actually crying when he got up and put the ring on my forefinger. It was gold with a small round purple stone on it.

I got his face in my hands. He was clenching his jaw. He was so serious. ‘I love you so much,’ I told him and kissed his pursed lips. His tongue found mine instantly and it was, as always, warm and playful. Harry broke the kiss a couple of minutes later and he looked at me. I was biting my lower lip, needing more.

‘Spend the night with me,’ he pleaded and I nodded. We ran to his car and he drove us back to his flat.

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