The Pastors Son

Chapter 2: Fresh Ink

Songs for This chapter

Crazy in Love - Beyonce (FSOG version)

S&M - Rihanna

Animals - Maroon 5

Harry's POV

"So what you gonna do - attend church every Sunday just to fuck him on your motorcycle?" Liam questioned as I sat at the small square table with my palms placed on the worktop. We were in my favourite tattoo parlour 'Cloaks & Daggers'. It was the tattoo parlour that one of my best mates Zayn worked in plus it was the only place here in this small town where you could get permeant ink.

"No. I'm not that obsessed but I defiantly want to fuck him on my motorcycle." My reply was simple and pretty much emotionless except for the smirk that twitched at my lips."God, you should see him though. He's just so pure and innocent." A groan rumbled from the back of my throat as I thought about how difficult it would be to get the pastors sons attention.

"Well, you know that I can't attend church since I have to go to the mosque in the city with my family and going to a Catholic service wouldn't get me very far with my parents." Zayn pointed out before he placed out the utensils he needed for the tattoo I desired. Next to my hands was a strong lighted lamp that shone against my already inked skin. My hands weren't as crowded as my other body parts but that was about to change. Zayn was apart of a Muslim family and he was trying to win their approval after the 'incident' by attending the mosque with them as much as possible, even when he was hungover and I mean really hungover.

Liam was propped up on the black love seat that was displayed against the blood coloured walls - his arms and legs crossed over as he watched and listened.

"You know how I have a thing for innocence."

"Yes but innocence is a little hard to find now a days." Liam spoke up, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling."But, if you approach him again, or you know use that stupid charm of yours, you might be able to woe him or some shit." There's something you should know about Liam James Payne; he's smart, a little mischievous but a little sensible too, he's basically a mash up of both bad and good.

"Didn't you walk up to him the other day?" Zayn asked as he pierced my skin with the inked needle. It didn't faze me anymore. Now that my body is decorated with a lot of ink, I'm used to the sharp feeling against my pale skin. To be honest it's just like being pricked with a sharp pencil.

"Yeah, and you should have seen his face." I chuckled at the memory of the anxious and timid young boy. I also remember how his parents looked when I entered the church. Everyone was dressed so innocently for the service but I was clothed in all black with some of my tattoos on show because I really couldn't care less how I looked in front of basically the whole town. I'm not stupid and I know that there's poisoned rumours being spread through the community about me.

Zayn carefully began to draw against my hand. I had requested a simple cross on the bend of my thumb. It wasn't a huge tattoo and it was very basic but I liked having some sort of ink on my hands.

"It's not like I can invite him out for a drink or even a chaperoned chat." It was obvious his parents disapproved of me but, I don't really blame them or anyone who does. I've just moved into this little town and every single person knows that I have a criminal record and I went for jail for around two years. My body is covered in tattoos and the only colours I wear are dark shades.

"Well then you have to find some sort of way to escape the public eye and flirt with him privately." Zayn said as his long lashes fluttered.

"What about you huh? Still crushing on that Penny chick?" My eyebrow rose at the tattoo artist in front of me.