• Tattoos • (kellic)

-chapter 7-

okay so I made a way better punk edit of Kellin (at least I hope lol) so there is what looks like except without the blue streaks in his hair!

"Vic, are you awake?" I whisper, stroking his brown locks softly. Vic's head was rested in my lap as we watched Nemo, well, I think Vic had fallen asleep since his breathing was evened out and he hadn't said anything for a few scenes.

When he didn't reply, I knew the fragile boy was snoozing away on my lap like a little kitten. That made me smile. Here I was, living my dream in America, and the most gorgeous boy in my lap. My mind was boggled that he agreed to be my boyfriend.

Vic is so cute and feminine and innocent, while I'm a tattoo artist who listens to heavy metal and has multiple piercings. But, I loved that. That he wasn't afraid of me or intimidated. When people saw us in public, I could definitely see the dirty looks thrown our way. Vic looked like a delicate little flower and I looked like I was going to murder someone in two seconds.

Either way, I feel like the public is judging the both of us for who we are. My attraction to Vic was so strong because he was so unique, funny, and sassy, not to mention stunningly beautiful. His dark, thin eyebrows, caramel, baby-smooth skin, his cute platforms, button nose, coffee-coloured eyes. Adorable.

I chuckled to myself at memories from earlier tonight of Vic telling that guy off. I'd never forget tonight, it was absolute magic in my opinion. This relationship was hopefully going to work out for us.

Glancing down, I see Vic flip over so I could see his face. His eyelids fluttered gently, his plump lips parting only slightly.

I bit back a chuckle, not wanting to disturb his cuteness.
"You're so beautiful," I mumble quietly, brushing his hair away from his face and leaning down to kiss his forehead. This relationship only just started, but I couldn't help but to be affectionate like we've been a couple for years.

When you look at Vic, he just looks like the cuddly type, or the person you could tell your darkest secrets to and not have to worry about him telling anyone. God, I could talk about the good things about Vic for hours, and there's still so much I don't know about him.

Carefully, I pressed another kiss just below his eye. If he wasn't sleeping, I'd be peppering kisses all over his flawless skin. Vic stirred again, groaning softly and searching for my hand with his eyes still shut.

When he found it, he cuddled into it and his breathing evened out again. I laughed softly, leaning back into his brightly colored couch and let myself relax, until I found myself drifting into darkness.

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"I push my fingers into my eyes. It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache...
But it's made of all the things I have to take..." Quietly, I sang Duality to myself, whilst making my way into the shop.

I was met with Oli talking to some random dude with a couple tattoos, discussing something he wanted done. He smiled at me. I smiled back, before heading to the back of the shop and putting my stuff there.

Last night, Vic and I woke up around 2 am, tangled up with each other on the couch, where I went home. Of course, not without a goodbye kiss from my little cutie. I was pretty excited for today, though.

Oli informed me he really liked my skills for realism tattoos, which is what I'm actually skilled in, and Zayn from One Direction was coming to get one from me today.

Shit, I was flattered Oli wanted me to do it, even if I'm not into his music at all. I've seen a couple of Zayn's tattoos, and they're actually really nice art. I went to the room where I would start sketching my stencil.

He wanted a specific picture of a realistic woman with day-of-the-dead make up and was naked, but had her long black hair covering her breasts. It was a really sexy design he wanted, and I was getting extremely excited to be working on a black and white realistic tattoo, especially on a celebrity.

An hour or two later, I was just finishing up my sketch when Oli came to the back, informing me Zayn was here. I gulped, slightly nervous, "All right, let's go."

Oli and I made our way to the front, where Zayn stood with a few other people, who I assumed were his bodyguards or some shit. There was a crowd of girls, and some boys, outside. I was shocked so many people were outside. He must have had a police escort take him inside.

I approached him, a polite smile growing on my face, "Hello, mate. I'm Kellin. I'm your tattoo artist today."

I reached out my hand, to which he shook it, smiling as well, "Oh, hi. Nice to meet you."

I nodded in reply, "Yeah, I have your tattoo already sketched up. Why don't we go take a look, tell me what you think?"

He smiled eagerly, following me to the leather chair and place where I did tattoos. Once I showed Zayn, he said he loved it, and before I knew it, he was down in the chair and the stencil applied to his arm.

All I knew, was this was going to be pretty time consuming since it was such a big tattoo and the realism of it. Also, this was going to be an exceptionally expensive tattoo. Not that it mattered, he's fucking loaded.

Getting my gloves on, I flicked on my flood light, placing it over his arm so I could see everything perfectly. When I dipped the needle into the ink, I smiled to myself as I began tattooing.

One, I loved doing this, it's my world. Two, I know when Vic finds out I tattooed zayn he's going to flip his shit. God, that boy won't stop singing drag me down. It was still adorable, no matter how much pop he listened to.

At least he didn't listen to Lana Del Ray, I think I'd die.

(lol sorry if you like her, it's totally ok if you do. but i hate lana del ray #sorrynotsorry)

Four to five long hours later, I pulled away, wiping at his red, slightly bleeding skin, smiling in pride at my work. "All done, mate," I breath.

He groaned as he stood up, shuffling over to the mirror. I wiped my brow of the small beads of sweat forming on my hair line. That took a shit load of concentration.

When I saw that huge smile on his face, I felt that small burst of happiness in my chest. That's what I adore about my job. I just love making people happy with my artwork.

After putting vaseline on his tattoo and wrapping it, Zayn was off with his body-guards and police escort as he thanked me once again, before entering the swarming crowd of teenagers.

I sighed, feeling pretty exhausted after doing that, an also happy because it was the only tattoo I had to do today. Oli and I talked for a bit, before I said goodbye, grabbed my things, and headed home to laze in bed and text Vic about what happened.

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sorry this is so short and like literally nothing happened in it, but I have a really cute chapter planned next.

My friend is taking me to a 5sos concert in july 0_0

All I've been doing
is listening to Slipknot and BMTH and crying :( Thanks to you all who've been really supportive of me. Sorry if this isn't my best work and this really long authors note.