When You Let Your Heart Win
We’ve been in LA for about a day and a half now and I’ll let you take one guess where we are. A tattoo parlor. Louis’ getting… well whatever he’s getting. I think it’s an arrow? I don’t know. All I do know is he’s turning into Harry. He’s getting shit permanently tattooed onto his skin. He’s mad. But that doesn’t mean that they’re not hot.
“Do tattoos hurt?” I asked flipping through a book of tattoos as he was getting his arrow stenciled on.
“Depends where you get it.” He replied. “Hey, mate, stop for a second?”
“Sure.” The tattoo artist guy responded, then my rolly chair I was sitting on got pulled over closer to where Louis was sitting.
“Are you thinking about getting one?” He asked making me look up at him for a second then back down to the book.
“Well, sorta, yeah.” I shrugged as he laid his arm back on the little table thing and I continued to flip through the book filled with the tattoos that people got or ideas that came from a certain tattoo. “I… I don’t know.”
“What were you thinking?” He smiled, once again moving my chair, but turned it sideways so he could see what I was looking at, as he continued to get his tattoo outlined.
“I saw this.” I flipped back to the page I stuck a finger in and handed it to him.
“Babe, that’s a lot.”
“I thought it was cute.” I shrugged and grabbed the book back. “It’s stupid, never mind.”
“No, you can get it, but I’m just saying, would you want that for your first tattoo?” He questioned.
“I like it.” I half nodded, half shrugged. “Roses are my favourite.”
“I know.” He smiled looking right at me.
“Stop.” I blushed and placed my hand on his face and pushed it.
“You stop.” He laughed grabbing my hand and kept hold of it as it laid on the book. “Do you like it?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I wouldn’t be asking for your opinion if I didn’t.”
“Hey, mate, how long would this take to complete?” Lou asked, another tattoo artist, so he didn’t disturb the one doing his, as he let go of my hand and completely ignored my sassy statement.
“For her?” The bloke walked over to us and looked down at my lap.
“Yeah.” Lou nodded.
“How fragile are ya?” He asked me.
“She bruises easily.” Lou answered for me.
“Then a few months, give or take.”
“How many sessions would it take?”
“What?” I’m so confused. All this tattoo talk, eesh.
“Probably two. Depends how she heals after the stenciling and first round.” The bloke explained.
“What do you think, Bear?” Lou looked at me as I bit my lip and thought about it. Did I happen to mention getting a tattoo is a big thing. A big, permanent thing.
“We can draw it up and place it on you to see if you like it enough.” The guy, that Louis was talking to about how long it would take, said.
“Yeah, do that, then we can decide.” Lou nodded then looked at me.
“Are you going to do the top part of your shoulder like the picture?”
“Yeah, I guess.” I nodded.
“Alright, give me about 15 minutes.” He smiled, took the book from me and went over to I’m guessing his office or where the tattoo artists draw up the tattoos. I don’t know. I’ve never been in a tattoo parlor for me. It’s always to watch Louis or Harry get something stupid and be so proud of it. But then again, all of their tattoos are nice, just odd.
“Huh?” I jumped and looked at my amused boyfriend. “Sorry.”
“Me too.” He laughed slightly. “You wanna keep looking at photos or ideas?”
“I’d rather not.” I shook my head.
“Because I might leave here covered in tattoos.”
“What are you doing?”
“About?” I asked trying to move closer to him, but I couldn’t, because I was getting my arm covered. Yup, I did it. I got a tattoo and shockingly it didn’t hurt. Oh, I also decided to go all ‘punk rock’ and get my nose pierced as well. I think Louis is liking this a little too much.
“You getting a tattoo.” He smiled and stepped away from me. “Let me get a picture.”
“Why?” I asked and let my shoulders drop. I told you he’s liking this too much.
“Because I think it’s hot that you got a tattoo.” He smiled then turned his head to the side some. “Please? I’ll crop your face out if that’s why you’re protesting.”
“Fine.” I rolled my eyes and sat up a little straighter. “This is going to be a stupid photo.” I sighed. “You can’t even see it through all of the plastic wrap.”
“You can post one after you take it off.” He shrugged as I hear his phone shutter, telling me he took the picture and I slumped back against the chair again.
“My nose hurts.” I frowned slightly tapping it and wincing. “Remind me not to do that for a good while.”
“Okay.” He laughed and sat on my lap.
“Fat arse.” I huffed wrapping my arms around his waist and leaned up against him. How did I go so long without this person?
“Love you, too, babe.” He jumped from a slight laugh that escaped his lips before continuing to tap away on his phone.
“Are you writing a paragraph?” I joked and leaned a little to see what he was doing.
‘@Louis_Tomlinson: Teddy just got a tattoo. She didn’t even flinch. My man card has been removed pic.twitter.com/cAFFwFnDsY’
He’s cute. But he is right, his man card has been removed. Everything hurts me, yet I got a tattoo like it was nothing and he bitched almost the whole time. Pretty boy isn’t as tough as he thinks he is. But it’s okay. I’ll keep his secret.
“Wanna go shopping?”
“Really?” I groaned. He’s always moving. Always spending his money. Now I regret getting this tattoo.
“What’s wrong?” He asked turning sideways on my lap and looked at me.
“I must be getting my period.” I sighed.
“Oh.” He nodded. “That’s fine. We can go another day.”
“You can shop for an hour.”
“You won’t come with me?” He frowned.
“No, I will. I just won’t be getting anything.” I smiled and wrapped my arms around him tightly. “I sorta love you and want to be around you. We still have time to make up for.”
“Even if you wouldn’t go with me, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.” He smiled standing up and extending his hand for me to take and stand up as well. He’s cute.
After we paid for everything, the price making me want to puke, we put our coats on again, linked fingers and headed out the doors towards the shoppes. We were followed by fans and paparazzi, of course, and apparently we didn’t exactly tell people we were back together.
So back to the two-ish weeks I was in Doncaster being a blubbering mess, he tended to tweet some things to alert the world that we were having problems, which made press and fans stalk our house in London and my parents place, but since I never left the house, I was never seen, but whenever I finally got dragged out of the house and got to Louis’ football match, rumours subsided for a good hour, then they saw me leave before the match even started and to everyone, that was enough confirmation everyone needed. But apparently, Louis likes to tweet whenever he’s sad, because he tweeted then, but hasn’t tweeted we got back together, but the tweet he just sent out about my tattoo, could’ve spiked people’s attention to believe we never broke up, but whatever. We’re together, I don’t care what others think. I got my boy and my boy has me. I don’t need anything or anyone else but that itself.
"Oh my God." Yeah, so we got to a shoppe. And Louis found something he had to try on. You’ll never guess what he found. You’ll probably want to shoot yourself in the face once you know what he’s trying on.
"Babe, look at me!"
"Teddy!" He whined.
"I can not take you seriously in those." I shook my head. "Go change."
"I'm buying them."
"You are not!" I squealed finally looking at him.
"You're always saying how you like me bum in tight pants, here we go." He shrugged with a sly smile pasted on his lips.
"Those are leggings." I empathised. "If you buy them, I'm sleeping in Shayla's crib." Did I mention that Eleanor and Louis made my old room into a nursery whenever she moved back in? Like yes, I know it was going to happen, but they did it together. They bonded. I don’t really like that.
"Babe?" He pouted.
"They're made for men now." He seriously wants these leggings. "They're comfortable. You wear them."
"Because I'm a girl and don't have a penis to hide!" I pointed downwards, making him see he was obviously showing what he's packing below the belt.
"So?" He shrugged.
"So you're going to wear those in public? All of your fans are going to go mad." I snorted.
"So?" He shrugged again. "I'll be comfortable."
"If you buy them and wear them in public, I'm never looking at you the same." I shook my head.
“But don’t you want people to know what only you can get?” He smirked walking towards me.
“Stop. Moving.” I pointed at him, and shockingly, he ignored me. “Ahh, get away from me!” I laughed and squealed at the same time. If I wasn’t so appalled by him being in leggings right now, I’d laugh at how I’m acting, but no. Leggings are meant for girls. Not guys. “Babe, please go change.”
“Okay.” He shrugged, kissed my cheek quickly and ran, his stupid little kid run back to the changing room. I’ll admit, his bum looks fantastic in those, but if he buys them and wears them in public, I swear I will beat him so hard. Wow, that sounded sexual. Great, now I’m thinking of sex. “Babe?”
“Ah!” I swear I am one of the biggest scaredy cats out there. “You’re an arse.” I huffed slapping his arm.
“Let’s go.” He smiled wrapping his arm around my waist and walked us towards the doors.
“Oh thank God.” I sighed. “I thought you were going to buy thos… you got to be kidding me.” I stopped mid sentence whenever he pulled me over to the checkout desk. “You’re buying them?”
“Mhmm.” He hummed handing the bird his credit card as I looked at him.
“They’re comfortable.” He responded, again, and looked at me after he got his card handed back to him. “We can have a legging party tonight.” He raised his eyebrows like the sexy mother fucker he is. I hate him.
“Please don’t.” I begged. “You’ll never wear them.”
“Yes I will.” He fought, grabbing his bag and turned us around to walk outside again. “We’re going back to the hotel and I’m putting them on.”
“And you’re wearing them inside. Only inside?” I asked.
“Do you honestly think the fans will hate them?” He laughed wrapping an arm around my waist again and guided us through the crowd.
“They will see your… you know and they’ll have a heart attack and die.” I practically spat at him, while he just laughed. “You have that effect on girls.”
“You didn’t have a heart attack and die and you’ve seen the real thing.” He smirked. God! That smirk needs to go away!
“That’s because they’re horny for you and… and… fuck I don’t know.” I was coming up empty. I don’t know how to explain how his fangirls would react if he walked out with those on showing off his yumminess. Girls, just know, you’re in for a surprise if he ever walks out in them. He’ll be torturing all of us.
so i have news. the kind of news you may not like...
but i restarted up my first story and started from scratch
and since i'm horrible at multitasking with fanfics, i'm keeping those chapters short
like really short. they're like a little over 1,000 words a chapter
which is good for you all because i write for that in a few hours, post it then work on this, easy, peezy, shezy (<-- i don't know what that was)
but yeah, if i start not updating for a good while, send me comments/messages and tell me you're still patiently waiting for an update
story talk time
i don't know what else to have them do in LA other than one thing that's already written out and planned, but other than that, i have nothing
so like, send me ideas? some of you do and i appreciate it, but can like others, who haven't before send me something? i'd like to have almost all of you involved
and i don't even know how long Liam and Louis were in LA, but i'm going to have it for a week or a week and a half. it gets me something to write other than them being in London doing probably nothing but fighting with Eleanor
but anyways, what do you think?
i thought the leggings part was funny. hint to why i put it in here
leggings for men do exist. my sister was online looking around for whatever and she came acrossed male leggings. i hope i never see a man wearing them
even if it's Louis. like his ass will look fantastic, but that'd be really awkward
i hate leggings on girls (as pants) so i'm sure i'd hate leggings on guys because they have more things to cover than what us girls do, but yeah
okay, tell me what you think
and what you want to happen for the rest of the trip
just because i'm not updating like i was last week, don't unsubscribe
i check this more than you all think and i do see you (<-- creepy)
those chapters came quick because i had them already written out and just had to add small things. now i actually have to write full chapters out. that takes time
even with me starting up my other story, i've been writing bits and pieces of this every day
writing does take time. you can't just throw words down and hope it's good