Harry Styles Imagines

52 - Tattoos (au)

PERSONAL IMAGINE

Tattoos

                                                     "Are you insane? You can't leave me alone! I can't do that!" I say afraid to my best friend who just decided to go to a shop she has seen a few minutes ago instead of going to the tattoo parlor with me. I always wanted a tattoo and I eagerly waited two years for that but I already knew that I cannot do that alone so I wanted my best friend to accompany me.

 "I'm certain you can do that alone. You won't die," She says, "But look this shop closes in an hour and I really want this cute dress! Show me the tattoo when you are done."

 I groan as she turns around to go down the street. Slowly, I enter the tattoo parlor. A big man with tattooed arms and neck comes around the corner out of another room. His beard almost hides his smile.

 "Hey, how can I help you?" He asks and rests his elbows on the surface of the counter. In the next second another male enters the main room while pulling his shirt down but I managed to get a glance at his muscular body. His right arm has a lot of tattoos and when he turns around to me two piercing green eyes stare at me.

 "I, um, I wanted to get a tattoo done," I stammer and hear the guy who just appeared chuckle, "What's so funny about that?"

 "Nothing," He says and runs his fingers through his curly mess, "You just don't look like someone who gets tattoos."

 "Well this is gonna be my first tattoo."

 "And what have you planned? A pink unicorn on your arm?" He laughs and I shoot a death glare at him. Unfortunately, another customer enters the shop and the big man who asked how he can help me disappears into a room with him to get a tattoo done. Great, now I either have to wait or...

 "Seems like I'm doing your tattoo now." The guy says and casually leans against the counter.

 "What a pleasure." I roll my eyes and take off my jacket and bag. We walk into another little room and I take place on the huge black chair as he turns the lamp on and sits down on a little stool. Now I really feel uncomfortable because of where I want to have my damn tattoo. It would be less awkward if he could be less attractive.

 "So about the tattoo—where and what?" He asks and I swallow.

 "On my hipbone, three stars, two of them coloured. One in red and the other one green."

 "A hidden place, isn't it?"

 "Yeah, I don't want everyone to see it but I want to have it, though." I must sound so stupid.

 "Oh, we know us ten minutes and we already have a secret." The man laughs while preparing everything for the process of tattooing my hip.

 "The tattoo is not a secret." I say and roll my eyes while he laughs, his voice so raspy it gives me goose bumps.

 He raises his eyebrows with a cocky grin, "I guess, you have to take off your trousers for me then."

 "Can't I just pull it a bit down?" I ask and bite my lip but he shakes his head and mumbles, "we don't want your tattoo to be ruined just because you can't keep your pants down."

 I sigh and with a lot of encouraging words which I whisper to myself I take them off, standing in only my panties now in front of him. His eyes wander up my legs with this stupid grin which makes him look ten times more attractive than he already is. I blush even more.

 "Lay down, baby."

 "Danielle." I correct him.

 "Whatever." He says and turns the machine on which fills the room with a buzzing sound. As he places the machine on my hipbone a sharp pain shoots through me and I want to cry but I have to hold it in.

 "I would hold your hand but my hands are busy," He says and I roll my eyes again whereupon he just chuckles, "Your first tattoo and you want it on a place where it hurts a lot."

 "Where wouldn't it hurt so much?"

 "Your arms, thighs, stomach. A place where your bones don't stand out so much," He murmurs concentrated but this grin never seems to leave his face, "My name's Harry, in case you were wondering."

 "I wasn't."

 He looks at me with amusement in his eyes. "Feisty."

 We talk a lot in the hour he needs to get my tattoo done. And although he seemed like an asshole at the beginning, I realize that he is actually not. Even after my tattoo is done we sit in this room and talk. (By the way I put my trousers back on)

 A faint knock interrupts our conversation and we both turn our heads to the side to the see the big man whose name I still don't know and my best friend standing in the door frame.

 "Are you done?"

 "Yeah um, yes." I say and jump off the chair. Harry follows me back into the main room and goes behind the counter so I can pay. Both his arms rest on the surface of the counter as he eyes me with full concentration which is why I almost drop the money.

 "Can I have your telephone number, Dani?" Harry asks, calling me by my nickname.

 I shake my head but need to suppress the smile on my face with biting my lip. "Sorry, no telephone number for you."

 "What about a date? May I see you again, baby?"

 "Stop calling me 'baby' and I will think about it."

 "All right, I'll wait," Harry replies and takes his bottom lips between his thumb and index finger for a moment to play with which makes me want to kiss this strange but very handsome guy, "So have you finished?"

 "With what?"

 "Thinking."

 I laugh and shrug. "Yeah."

 "What's your answer?"

 "Okay," A quick glance over my shoulder tells me that my friend is impatiently waiting but she also is admiring Harry which I do not like, "I'd like a date." I say louder than I need to.

 "Since you don't wanna give me your number I'll give you just mine," Harry says with a wink and writes his number on a little paper, "See ya, baby."

 "Danielle." I correct him while walking backwards to find the door.

 "Whatever." He says, winking at me one last time before my friend pulls me out of the shop.