Devotion [L. S.]

27

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Louis Tomlinson

"This is amazing!", Harry yells at me with the widest smile I think I've ever seen on him.

We're standing on top of the Eiffel Tower at 11 pm, looking over the entirety of Paris at night. I don't really remember how we got here, but I know there was a club involved and alcohol and Harry's lips, a lot of Harry's lips.

I smile back as I feel literally on top of the world and a big part of that is caused by knowing that Harry is feeling the same.

I almost get lost in his hazy (partially because of the alcohol) eyes until I see them abruptly lighten up.

"Let's get tattoos!", Harry yells at me as his smile gets wider, clearly proud of his idea.

As much as the thought seems very appealing to me, I decide to decline. See, it would be his first tattoo and I don't want his first to be a drunk one.

"Babe, we're both drunk, it really wouldn't be smart", I smile back, trying not to disappoint him too badly.

"I know, that's why I want to do it. All of my life, I thought through things, before I did them, but I'm so fucking sick of that, Louis. I want to be impulsive, even if it's just for once", he states in reason.

I don't know if it's the alcohol or the excited look on his face that makes me nod.

Harry's eyes light up for the second time while he firmly grips my hand to start dragging me back to the elevator.

-

"So I've been thinking about this for quite a while now, so what do you think about this?", Harry asks me, sitting in the waiting room of the first tattoo shop we found, that was still open.

He tucks his pointing finger and thumb into his jeans pocket, while he pokes his tongue out slightly in concentration. When he finds what he was looking for, he pulls it out proudly.

What he shows me, is a piece of paper with 3 words written onto it:

I CAN'T CHANGE

"Wow, that booze is really getting ya, isn't it. You're getting this deep?", I ask him while chuckling.

"But no, seriously, I think it's beautiful", I give him an encouraging smile.

He smiles back.

"What are you gonna get?"

"I don't know yet, I guess I'll just see when I'm in the chair, like always", I answer as a large man, completely covered in tattoos, enters the waiting room.

"Who wants to go first?", is all the man asks, without even looking at us.

Harry nods and stands up while wiping his sweaty hands on his pants. I follow right behind him.

-

Harry's a natural at getting tattoos, just like I feel he's a natural at everything he does. Although he did squeeze my hand the entire time through getting the tattoo, he barely winced when the needle entered his skin. It turned out very good and the more I think about it, the more those 3 words make sense to me.