hey love, i had a request i've been thinking about forever. you're an artist who struggles with creating, or loving your work, constantly frustrated despite your art being good . one day when you're out harry finds your portfolio and a few days later surprises you with a tattoo of your most recent painting. it's inked on his body in soft colors, he's so proud of you and amazed by your talent. (idk i just love this concept and as an artist myself this is all i could ever want)
Oh my God, I love this!
You dipped your brush into the water before gently running it down the paper. You put the brush aside, your eyes wandering around the paper. You stood up, hands on your hips as you looked at it.
You groaned, covering your face with your hands.
“Y/N? I got pizza!” You heard Harry’s voice, making you quickly open your drawer and place the paper inside, closing it quickly, just in time for Harry to open your bedroom door with a grin. “Thought you weren’t here. Was worried.”
You smiled, walking closer to him. “I was just a bit busy.” Harry nodded, wrapping his arms around you and leaning down to place his lips on yours in a greeting kiss before looking at the desk behind you. “You were painting, weren’t you?”
You chuckled, hiding your face in his chest. “It didn’t turn out good enough for me to show you.”
“We’ve been together for two years, not once have I seen your paintings except for that one time we went to your parents’ house and your mum showed me one and it was incredible.” Harry tried to reason with you.
You played with his shirt’s collar, avoiding eye contact. “One day, yeah?”
Harry smiled, leaning down to kiss you again.
“Can I still use your car to Sandra’s tomorrow?” You asked as you both sat on the couch, eating pizza.
Harry nodded, “Yeah, baby, I remember.”
You smiled and nodded. Harry chuckled before leaning forward, wiping your temple with his clean fingers. “What?”
“Red paint.” He replied. You blushed sheepishly, letting him wipe away the paint before he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Whenever you’re ready.”
The next morning, you were rushing around as you got ready. “How do I look?” You asked Harry who sat on your vanity chair, just staring at you in his black t-shirt and red pants.
“You look beautiful, baby.” He replied.
“Thanks,” You smiled, leaning down to capture his lips in a quick peck. “I’m ready.” Harry gave you his car keys, following you down the stairs and watching you put on your shoes.
“Be careful, yeah? Call me if you need anything.” He said. You nodded, turning around to kiss him goodbye, Harry humming during the kiss before you pulled away with a kissy noise.
“See you later, Haz.” You grinned before opening the door and walking out, Harry watching you get into the car from the door.
He waved at you, sending you a flying kiss which you pretended to put on your lips before driving off. He closed the door and walked upstairs again, intending on taking a nap.
He held his phone in his hand as he plopped on the bed, clicking the home button, furrowing his eyebrows when his phone’s screen remained black. “Oh, battery. Right.” He said to himself, looking beside him at the socket, not finding his charger plugged in it. He groaned before standing up and opening the drawer beside him, searching through the contents. He then moved to the other drawer, his hand stopping midair as he looked at the sheets of paper.
He didn’t knew whether that was invading your privacy but nevertheless, he took out the stack of papers in his hands before sitting on the bed and looking through them. He stared at your watercolored pieces in awe, ring clad fingers running on the papers gently as if to feel the colors. He didn’t realize he had his mouth opened until he came upon a certain painting.
It was a Yin Yang painting, the right half was a beautiful purple sunset with the shadows of pine trees while on the other half was a sky full of stars with the same shadows of the trees; written in your cursive handwriting on the top curve of the symbol was:
‘this is the sign of the times’
He was in awe. The colors reflected on his eyes and the fact that you used a reference to him made him feel loved and happy in all sorts of way. He took a picture of it with his phone, wanting to always remember it and remember how happy he felt when he saw it. He gently put the papers back in the drawer and closed it before walking towards the body length mirror and taking off his t-shirt. He inspected his tattooed half, turning and analyzing before his fingers found where his heart was, looking at his reflection in the mirror as his eyes glanced from his bird tattoo to the empty space under it. With an excited grin, Harry put on his t-shirt and grabbed his other car keys before opening the drawer and grabbing that piece of paper, rushing down the stairs and out of the door to his car, not caring about his phone at the moment.
Hours later, Harry was looking at his new tattoo with a proud smile. “Thank you so much, mate. It looks exactly the same.” He said as he looked from his tattoo to the paper in his hand.
“Glad you like it, man. It’s a pretty good drawing.” The tattoo artist said, nodding towards the paper in Harry’s hand. Harry only smiled proudly and nodded.
Later that night and after Harry had came back home, you were laying in bed as you filled him up on what happened with your day.
“And we ate sushi together, it was so good, baby. It’s a new place we’ve never been to, we should go sometime.” You said as you had your head on his chest while he stroked your hair subconsciously.
“Was it?” He smiled and you hummed, “We can go on Saturday.”
You nodded, yawning. “Did you do anything fun?”
Harry debated whether he should tell you or not. Your reaction was unpredictable to him but he liked to lean more to the idea of you getting happy with his new addition. However, he debated against it and figured he should let you find his new tattoo on your own. “Nope. Just waited for you to come back.”
The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed but the room full of a delicious smell, smiling when you heard Harry’s soft singing from downstairs. After brushing your teeth and hair, you walked downstairs, Harry smiling when he heard your footsteps.
You hummed, pressing a kiss to his bare back as he stood by the stove. “Good morning, baby.”
“Good morning. Give me just a minute and breakfast will be ready.”
“You’re energetic today.” You smiled, hopping on the counter and kicking your feet gently back and forth.
Harry only shrugged before turning off the stove and looking at you, your eyes immediately traveling to the color that had grabbed your attention that wasn’t Harry’s skin color. Your eyes widened. You recognized that drawing, that handwriting.
Harry smiled sheepishly, looking down at his tattoo before back at you. “Surprise!”
He stepped between your legs as your hand was instantly on his skin, tracing the tattoo gently. “I,” You began, your eyes welling with tears as you shook your head in disbelief, “I don’t know what to say.”
Harry’s hand was placed on your cheek, his thumb stroking it softly. “It looks good, doesn’t it?”
“How-How did you even see it?” You asked quietly, looking from the tattoo to his eyes that watched you lovingly.
“I was searching for my charger and I opened the drawer where you kept your drawings by accident. I don’t know really, I felt like a child. But baby, these are all wonderful! So good! You have this way with colors,” Harry licked his lips, “It’s like you make music with colors.”
You bit your lip before tilting your head to the side, “You really think so?”
“I think the world needs to see your work. It’s a shame it misses out on pieces this beautiful, baby.” Harry smiled, rubbing your back and leaning up.
You smiled, placing your lips on his as you both exchanged a passionate kiss, you wrapping your arms around his neck. “Thank you.” You said quietly, your lips brushing against his.
He shook his head before giving you another peck and guiding your hand to his tattoo, making you feel his heartbeat which was racing. “Feel that?”
“Your heartbeat?” You asked, “Oh my God, you got it where your heart is.” Your eyes welled up with tears again as you wrapped your legs around him tightly, making Harry carry you off the counter with you attached to him as he held your thighs.
“So when it beats, it beats to its purpose.”
So!!! much!! fluff!!! but oh my, you have a beautiful mind! x