Appearances are deceptive (Luke Hemmings Short Story)

Part 8 (Because everyone kept asking for it lol)

You hummed silently to pass time since you started to get a little bored, not to mention the fact that you were starving. The buzzing sound of the machine filled the room, and in the far distance you could here music so you decided to try and identify the songs. Your eyes were fixing the roof, but you could literally feel Luke's murderous gaze on the tattoo artist who was currently inking you. Over the past year, you had grown pretty addicted to those – and it would be a complete lie to say that it hasn't anything to do with your god-like looking boyfriend being covered in ink himself. Apart from your beloved rose tattoo on your forearm, you also had two guns on your lower stomach – those ones were your first tattoos, and though it looked a little bitchy to have guns pointing to your private area, it was also really fucking sexy according to Luke, and that's all that mattered – plus another one on your leg – this one represented a Victorian style mirror with a book reflection in it, and a cup of tea. And on your back, you had a bunch of constellations – this one was Luke's personal favorite, because he could trace the patterns with his fingers and link the little stars with each other. But today you were getting a bigger one – and more obvious too – it went from your cleavage to your left shoulder and climbed up your neck until it reached the back of your ear. It was a nice, thin, grayish lace pattern which looked like ivy had grown on you, and though it seemed like a big tattoo, it was rather delicate and didn't quite catch the eye as you could expect, most of it would be hidden under your clothes – and the rest was only for Luke to see.

But coming back to the present situation, Luke was not really pleased with it. It was the second time you came – the complicated pattern took time to realize – and today it should be finished. It already looked pretty good but now the tattooist had to make the last retouches. And of course, you had to be topless for him to tattoo your cleavage. Hence, Luke glaring daggers to the poor man – who surprisingly didn't notice anything, or maybe he was just being professional and prevented not to see the blond boy burning holes through his head.

"Here," the man's deep voice ripped you out of your internal monologue. "All finished. I'll just cover it and then you're all done."

Luke's eyes flickered to yours and a little smile lifted the corner of his mouth as he squeezed your hand. You smiled back and let go of his hand to sit up and stretch your tired limbs.

"Aaaah," you sighed contentedly. "I was just about to take a nap."

"I take it that staying still on a chair for three hours straight is not the most exciting part," Luke said, looking away as the man wrapped you up in cellophane, probably not wanting to see him touching you like this.

When he was done, you put your shirt and sweater back on and went to pay for it, but when you took out you wallet, the man stopped you.

"Oh no, your boyfriend already paid for you." He wished you a good day and went to another client while you joined Luke who was standing outside.

"Luke! Why did you pay for me?" You immediately asked him, crossing your arms on your chest. "You know I don't like it when you spend money for me."

Hands in his back pockets and a little pout on his lips, Luke walked up to you and said, "I know, that's why I did it while your were getting dressed, so you wouldn't get the chance to refuse." A proud smirk appeared on his face and it didn't take more than three seconds for you to break into a smile.

"Alright, but lunch is on me, and I only leave it here because I take it it's your way to apologize for glaring dagger to my tattooist the whole time we were here," you told him, raising an eyebrow and uncrossing your arms. You began to walk towards your favorite Thai restaurant and Luke followed, groaning loudly.

"But he was watching you all the time!" He argued.

"Well, we wouldn't want him to tattoo me with his eyes closed, now would we?" You laughed at your silly boyfriend. "Besides we wasn't watching me, I thought he was being very professional."