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Well.

Louis never liked someone as much as he did just by LOOKING at Harry. He thought it was a weird feeling.

He thought it was pretty basic to say that he felt butterflies were flying in his chest, so he described it as feeling gassy and his back being sweaty.

But man, his back was super sweaty.

"Lou!" Zayn called out to Louis. "Harry is here!"

Louis tried his best to not seem flustered by Harry. "Yeah, i know." he responded and walked up to the desk.

The Harry guy was super tall. He had to be at least six foot.

He wore a red button up plaid shirt with black skinny jeans that had rips in the knees, while he wore tanned Chelsea boots.

The button up wasn't even buttoned up all the way.

It showed a small portion of his necklace and a tattoo that looked like a bird.

Harry set his glasses on top on his head and smiled at Louis.

"Are you Louis?" the deep voice with the thick accent asked.

Who needs pants, though

Louis kept his thoughts to himself and smiled professionally. "Yes, sir. Nice to meet you."

Harry reached out to Louis with his hand, offering a handshake.

Louis couldn't help but look at Harry's hand. It was huge compared to Louis'.

Nonetheless, he took Harry's hand and firmly shook it.

"Well, follow me," the smaller boy instructed to the curly headed boy.

They walked into Louis' tattooing area and Harry sat in the lay back chair, while Louis sat in his red spinning chair.

"So, what kind of tattoo are you thinking about?"

Harry's face looked away from Louis'. "Don't judge me."

Why would i judge him? Louis asked himself.

He understood why now.

The curly boy held up a picture of a butterfly on his phone. At least he's not being basic and getting something like Japanese writing that's supposed to be inspiring even though it's something else or a random tattoo that had zero meaning.

"I'm not judging you," Louis laughed. "I have no right to judge you. I'll tell you now, there have been people who've asked me to tattoo 'Slut' or a pentagram with Satan coming out of it. Crazy shit like that,"

Harry's eyes widened and scratched his head playfully. "Welllllp." was all he said.

Louis couldn't help but laugh at the boys silliness.

"Alright, anyway...Where do you want the tat?" Louis asked.

Harry started to unbutton his shirt and Louis couldn't help but stare. His face felt hot and he knew Harry could feel his gaze on him.

"Here," he pointed to his upper stomach.

Louis blinked about a million times before responding. "O-oh, okay. Well, let me go draw it out and i'll get the stencil out, yeah?"

Harry nodded. "Take your time, lovely."

Louis almost froze in his spot. Lovely? Is he flirting or does it call everyone that?

Louis took a shaky breath and went to the computer.

This was gonna be a loooong appointment.

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This was crappy as hec and it's going by slow but things will catch up soon :)

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