“I believe not only in special providences, but in the whole universe as one infinite complexity of special providences.” - Charles Kingsley
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I never thought that I could love anyone so much, or hate anyone so much. Harriet has moved on from Layne and is now with me, happier than she ever was when she was with Layne. I have moved on from her and the others.
“Nick, you want to head out now?” Harriet asks, her soft voice dragging me from the depths of my mind.
“Why not?” I reply.
Harriet chuckles and grabs my wrist, pulling me behind her. I grab our jackets and lock the door behind us. We wander down the stairs to the parking lot and get on Harriet’s bike. She starts it up and we head to the night club that we always go to, right next to the tattoo parlour.
“You sure you want this?” Harriet asks.
“Yeah,” I reply. “I’m sure.”
“Are you sure?”
“I feel like you are doing this for me.”
She looks at me.
“But, I’m also doing it for me.”
Harriet chuckles and turns her bike off. I hop off and she leads me into the parlour. The man at the counter looks up and grins when he sees us. Harriet hands me a book and I flip through it. I eventually find the tattoo I want and show it to Harriet.
“Nice!” Harriet tells me.
“Yeah,” Aiden, the tattooist, says.
“How long will it take?”
“A few hours at most.”
“You want to get it now, Nick?” Harriet asks.
I nod. “If possible.”
“Let’s do it then!” Aiden exclaims.
I take my shirt off and Harriet gulps. Aiden gets the stencil and places it on my naked torso. The design will start at the middle of my back and end on my chest. I nod and Aiden gets everything ready. Harriet sits on the other stool and looks at me.
“Why this tattoo?” Harriet asks.
“Remember how we met?” I ask.
“You got my cat out of a tree.”
“There you go.”
Aiden starts on my tattoo and, damn, time does fly when you are telling jokes and having fun. He and Harriet are settling on the price and the door opens, revealing a familiar girl. I clear my throat and Harriet pales when she sees who it is. Gemma.
“Harriet!” Gemma yells, hugging her.
“Hey, Gem,” Harriet mutters.
“Why are you back?”
“Robert and Lissa are dead.”
“With Zeke, Lucy and Layne.”
Gemma rolls her eyes. “Where’s Nick?”
“Hey, Gemma,” I say.
I stop her from pulling me into a hug and Harriet glares at her.
“Why’d you do that?” Gemma pouts.
“I just got a tattoo,” I say.
“And, don’t touch him,” Harriet warns.
“Is he your boy toy?” Gemma teases.
I chuckle. “Are you jealous?”
“It sure looks like it.”
Gemma swings at me and I dodge it easily. She keeps trying to hit me and I never get hit, making this funny but boring. It gets annoying after a few minutes and I catch her fist. I twist her arm and press it against her back. She curses and tries to fight me off.
“Stop, Gemma,” I sigh. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
Gemma sighs. “Fine.”
I let her go and she grins, walking out of the parlour. Harriet laughs and pays Aiden before we leave, saying goodbye to him and Ed. We climb onto her bike and I wrap my arms around her waist. She starts the bike and we go back to her place. We get inside and everything breaks.
Harriet pushes me against the door and crashes her lips to mine. I kiss her back and wrap my arms around her neck. She deepens the kiss and pulls me closer. I touch the back of her thighs and she jumps, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“I love you, Nick,” Harriet whispers.
“I love you too, Harriet,” I mumble.