inferno // l.s.

seventeen

pretty baby 🥺

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louis pulls into the parking lot and shuts the car off, turning his head to look at his best friend. zayn kept looking back and forth from the shop and louis, then louis' face and down his body with a smirk.

"come on," louis grins and gets out, grabbing his wallet. zayn follows without a peep and louis locks the car before they step inside the small building.

it's all thanks to zayn. if it wasn't for him calling louis a pussy because he had backed out of calling and making an appointment the first time he wouldn't be here right now.

liam had recommended this shop and said "you'll see why" — louis thinks it's because it's not big like most tattoo or piercing places or the fact it doesn't look 'dark and scary' like niall says about shops.

the doorbell rings as they walk in and louis gasps when he sees a familiar head of hair staring right back at him with a smirk. "mikey!"

"hi, honey," michael grins when louis attacks him with a hug. "liam gave me a heads up that you were coming today so i managed to get some appointments moved around in order to do your mods."

"my hero," louis places a hand on his chest and turns to face zayn. "you better hold your end of the deal, sir."

zayn nods and tells him he is, his is set after louis'.

michael takes their driver's licenses to make copies, has them sign papers and they pay for their piercings and louis' tattoo up front. zayn's hands steadied louis' bouncing self back to solid ground for about five seconds until louis was running after michael to the piercing room.

"i'm gonna pierce them with longer bars because they'll swell, and you'll be sore for a while," michael says as he washes his hands then puts a pair of black gloves on. "strip."

"you say that faster than harry can," louis grumbles but takes his shirt off, handing it to zayn. the other two men try to hide their laughs as michael cleans louis' chest and lines up where the piercings would go. louis lays on his back and takes some deep breaths as the clamp goes on. some of the dancers have piercings so he knows it wouldn't be a big deal.

louis takes the deep breath michael instructs him to take and as he exhales, michael is pushing the needle through one of his nipples. he lets out a squeak and scrunches his face in discomfort.

"did good," michael pushes the bar in and screws the ball into the open end. "ready for round two?"

louis nods and when michael gets the second piercing in his back arches off of the examination bed and zayn's pretty sure louis said 'fuck you zayn!' about six times in a row. michael cleans the areas and helps louis up, guiding him to the mirror to see his piercings. little silver bars were sitting nice and straight across his chest and louis couldn't stop staring at them.

jokes on you, zayn, a pussy is one thing louis is not.

zayn puts his phone in his pocket and sits on the bed next after michael cleans everything up and washes his hands once more to put on a new pair of gloves. zayn cleans his mouth out with the mouthwash the piercer hands to him and sticks his tongue out so it can be pat dry. louis physically cringes when he watches the needle go through the man's tongue but gets over it quickly because by the time he has his shirt on zayn's finished and he's washing his mouth out. he looks a little woozy, but he's giggling as he stands because michael probably said something stupid to him and he's walking out of the room with an arm thrown around louis' shoulders.

his chest is already on fire with the new additions and he has to keep his upper half elevated as michael tattoos his right ass cheek. the sound of the tattoo machine is what he focuses on instead of the throbbing on his torso and he relaxes as zayn plays with his hair on the other end of the recliner.