Ink
"Do something crazy with me?" Harry suggested excitedly. "Like what?" I stared at him. I loved his smile. "Let's get inked together!" I laughed and rolled my eyes. "The music notes behind my ear are quite enough...even those took me years!" "Well, then, come watch me get a new one," he smirked. "Alright, but let me get changed," I said. We walked to his bedroom, he changed into a black tshirt, then tossed me a shirt to wear. I pulled on my favorite gray jeans and slipped into his tshirt. He burst out laughing, I looked down at the shirt and realized why: the white shirt was basically like wearing his skin - it was covered in exact replicas of every tattoo covering his torso. "A fan had it made a while back," he chuckled. "It felt weird for me to wear it, but it works well for you."
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