27 Tattoos

You woke up, your eyes tired from the lack of sleep. Sitting up, you see that there is an empty space next to you, where’s Harry? You get up, slipping on your underwear and one of Harry’s t-shirts that was just discarded on the floor. You prayed to god that it was clean. Walking down the hallway, you smell pancakes. Peeping your head round you door, you see a shirtless Harry, facing away from you, cooking. You walk over to the table and Harry turns around, his eyes lighting up when he sees you. He was only in his boxers and holy shit, it was distracting.

“Like what you see?” He smirks. You trace your eyes up and down his tattooed body, before looking away.

“Yup.” You smirk and he laughs.

“There’s my shirt.” He says his presence now behind you.

“Sorry, you can have it b-“ He stops you.

“No, I prefer it on you.” He walks back over to the stove, flipping the pancake, “Hungry?” He asks, his attention focused on what was cooking in the pan.

“Starving.” You beam, as he turns around with the pan, placing a pancake on the plate in front of you.

“I bet you are after last night.” A mischievous smile plays on his lips, clearly thinking over what happened last night. Your cheeks turn a dark crimson, as you look down at your feet. Harry sits next to you; his hand rests on your thigh, kissing your cheek.

“I love you.” He whispers, pulling back and smiling.

“I love you too.” You beam, kissing him on the nose. “Shit. Aren’t we supposed to be in school?!” You say frantically, looking at Harry.

“Yeah, we’re ditching.” He says, looking as if he couldn’t care less.

“We can’t just ditch! I mean wha-“

“Relax, it’s only 1 day.” He says, shoving the pancakes into his mouth.

“C’mon, (Y/N)!” Harry urges.

“No.” You state, your arms folded across your chest.

“But whyyyyy?” He whines, sounding like an infant.

“Because we’ve already ditched school, there is no way I’m going into a tattoo parlour!” You hiss,

“Are you scared?” Harry smirks, and you roll your eyes.

“No.” You murmur.

“You’re not even the one getting a tattoo. Just come with me, I need someone to hold my hand.” He says pouting.

“And who did it before?” You ask, a pang of jealousy in your chest.

“Lou.” He says, smugly.

“Ugh, fine.” You huff, walking up to his car. He opens the door for you and you climb in, strapping yourself in as Harry jumps into the passenger’s side, starting the ignition.

“That one.” Harry points to a picture of a tattoo in a book, “What do you think, (Y/N)?” Harry asks, his eyes filled with joy, like a child at a toy store. You looked at the design, it was 2 sparrows, “I want them here.” He says, pulling down his V-Neck and pointing to his chest.

“I think they’ll look nice.” You smile as he envelopes you in a hug.

“Why don’t you get one?” Harry beams, looking expectantly down at you. Nope. There was no way in hell you were getting a tattoo.

“Are you shitting me right now?” You ask, your eyebrows raised.

“Nope. We could get matching ones!” He says, excitedly.

“Harry, no. It’ll hurt, and what if my mother finds out?” You say.

“We can get it here.” He explains, pointing at the side of your rib, a good few centimetres below your armpit. “They won’t see.” He murmurs, his forehead pressed to yours.

“What did you have in mind?” You ask, not being able to believe that you were actually considering this. What if you and Harry broke up? You couldn’t have half a tattoo on your body, a permanent reminder of him.

“Forever.” He says simply, drawing in the side of your ribs, “I’ll get it in the same place.” He smiles. You think about it. It’s not like it’s his name or anything, it’s a cute thought, and it’s not even visible.

“Okay.” You whisper and his eyes light up as he pulls you into a tight embrace. What had gotten into you? You were skipping school, getting a tattoo. If you had told your past self from 2 months ago, that this is what your future self would be doing, she would have laughed at you and called you crazy.

“John,” Harry calls and the heavily tattooed man turns.

“Yeah, Haz?” He asks, making his way over to us.

“(Y/N) wants one too!” He smiles, looking down at you.

“Okay, we’ll get the birds done, then yours.” He says, looking over at you.

“Does it hurt?” You ask, worriedly.

“Nah.” Harry says, looking into your eyes and holding your hand, pressing kisses to your knuckles every now and again.

“And we’re done.” John says, wiping the little patches of blood off Harry’s chest. Your eyes trailed over his chest, the birds looked amazing, as did the rest of his tattoos. The ‘forever’ on the side of his ribs fit into his mass of ink extremely well, the curly writing, looking beautiful. You loved Harry’s tattoos, they interested you. Each one intrigued you, fascinated you, and begged you stare even more. Your eyes travelled down to his torso, which also had tattoos covering it, the jeans he was wearing, making his legs look like they went on forever.

“Does it look good then?” Harry smirks, catching you checking him out.

“Y-Yeah.” You stutter, your cheeks now red.

“Your turn.” Harry whispers, getting off the chair and pulling you up, “Arms up.” He states.

“What?” You ask, completely oblivious to what was going on.

“You need to take off your shirt, (Y/N).” He laughs, pulling the material over your head. You felt so exposed, Harry’s eyes were scanning you intently, hooded with lust.

“There we go.” He whispers, licking his lips. He guided you to the seat, and lay you down. “Just like this one.” Harry says proudly, pointing to the ‘forever’ inked on his ribs. John simply nodded and got out the stencil, placing it on your skin, before transferring the design to the side of your ribcage.

“There?” He asks, and you look down, nodding. Looking over at Harry, his expression is one of love. The fact that you were getting something inked on your body, permanently, which represented him.

“It’ll be fine. Relax, baby.” He purrs. Relax, baby. The exact words he used last night, you could tell that he was thinking about it, his pupils dilating and his irises going a deeper shade of green. A buzzing sound appeared and you felt a sharp pain against your skin, jumping at the action, “It’s okay.” Harry sooths, looking into your eyes and stroking your hair.

Looking down at your body, you had to admit, you loved the tattoo. It was beautiful and it wasn’t too big. Harry leans down and kisses your cheek, admiring the new inking on your skin.

“I love it.” He murmurs, his gaze trailing back up to yours.

“Can I have my shirt back now, please?” You laugh.

“Aw. You’re no fun!” Harry teases, handing you your shirt. Pulling it over your head, you see Harry making his way to the front desk.

“Harry, wait. Let me pay.” You say, reaching in your jean pocket for your money.

“Nope. My treat.” He simply says, retrieving his wallet from his back pocket.

“But-“

“No buts.” He says, kissing you on the nose. “Go wait over there, love.” He points to a couch at the other end of the room, sitting down you check your phone, only to be interrupted by John.

“You must be special.” John says, sitting down beside you. You look at him confused.

“Harry has never brought a girl with him. Especially not to get a tattoo with her. He’s kinder to you, more loving. Like a completely different guy.” He says, looking off in Harry’s direction.

“I really like him.” You state, your gaze also drifting onto Harry.

“Really?” He asks expectantly.

“Yeah, I love him.” You whisper, looking up at John, who has a look of shock written across his face.

“He loves you too. It’s easy to see.” He smiles and you return the gesture.

“(Y/N)! We gotta go now, love.” Harry calls across the room.

“Bye, John.” You say, giving him a hug.

“Bye, (Y/N). It was lovely meeting you.” He beams as you and Harry walk out of the tattoo parlour.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Harry teases.

“Shut up.” You say, lightly elbowing him in the stomach as you made your way to the car door. Suddenly Harry spins you around, his body pressed against yours, your lips almost touching.

“You shouldn’t tease me like that, (Y/N).” Harry says, his eyes clouded with lust.

“What?” You breathe, not completely understanding what was going on.

“You can’t take your shirt off and not let me touch you.” He murmurs against your lips, his hands roaming down your body.

“H-Harry… Not here.” You whimper as his hands tuck themselves inside the back pockets of your jeans.

“Later then.” Harry smirks, planting a kiss to your neck, pulling his hands out of your pockets and jogging over to his side of the car. You lent against the car for about 10 seconds, composing yourself, before entering the vehicle and strapping yourself in, “Oh, and don’t worry, (Y/N). I will be taking you up on your offer.” His eyes trailing up and down your body, licking his lips, before turning his focus to the road and starting the engine. Fuck, you wanted him.