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A young man about twenty-two sits behind the counter inside a tattoo parlor, flipping through a binder. He scans through the book, carefully examining each of his sketches and designs. The bell on the door rings and he looks up to see who came through the door. A familiar blonde stands in the middle of the room with wide eyes, which makes a smile spread across the other lad’s face.

“Hey there, Nialler,” the man behind the counter greeted the blonde. “Finally gonna get that tattoo?”

Niall looked up at his friend, whom he’s known for a very long time, and bit his lip nervously.

“Hey, Zayn,” Niall weakly smiled, nodding his head, “Yeah. I’m finally gonna do it.”

“Thought you were afraid of needles,” Zayn taunted the boy, giving him a devilish smirk.

“Shut up,” Niall mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and beginning to pout.

Zayn just continued to smile and waved his hand, beckoning for the boy to come over to the counter. Niall finally shuffled over and sat on a tall stool next to his friend, waiting for him to tell him what to do. Zayn pointed his hands at the binder in front of him, which was currently closed as he’d closed it when the blonde walked in, silently telling Niall to open it and take a look.

“I don’t know, man,” Niall chuckled, opening the binder. “It’s gonna be hard enough getting it, now you’re gonna make me choose it?”

Nevertheless, though, the blonde flipped through the binder looking at every single design, intricate and simple. There were anchors and ships, crosses, quotes, four leafed clovers; you name it and it was in there. Niall sat there with his mouth agape as he stared in awe at the sketches his friend had designed himself.

Zayn chuckled at the blonde’s reaction as he began to walk away. He walked over to a small desk which was covered with papers and pens, a lamp, and a few knick-knacks. Right next to the desk was a nice stereo and a giant cabinet full of CDs. Zayn opened the see-through cabinet doors and began to scan over the names of each album with his dark eyes, lightly brushing his finger against each individual case. The corners of his mouth turned up as he finally picked one and stuck it into the stereo. As he was walking back to his “customer” he heard the boy singing along.

“She’s got all my dreams

I’ve got these broken things”

“Got an idea yet, mate?” Zayn asked, coming back up behind Niall.

Niall, stopped singing and slowly nodded his head, not taking his eyes from the page in the binder. Zayn looked over the blonde’s shoulder and grinned.

“You sure?”

Niall just continued to nod, obviously dead set on his decision.

“Alright, then,” Zayn smirked, “Follow me.”

Zayn waved his hand, gesturing for the boy to follow him into the back room. Niall followed obediently, biting his lip once again.

xx

After giving one of his best friends his first tattoo, obviously Zayn had to take a picture of it. Niall was happy, though. He felt like he picked the right tattoo; a set of wings. He wasn’t quite sure why he picked it. It just kind of called out to him. Niall paid Zayn for the tattoo and left with promises of texting him later, leaving the brown eyed boy on his own to close up the shop. Closing up definitely wasn’t Zayn’s favorite part of the day, but he had to do it anyways.

Zayn would always sterilize each needle about three times before putting them all back in their separate cases. Then he’d make sure all of the colors were in order and in their cases. He made sure that the CD cabinet was locked, as well as the cabinets to all of his supplies for work. He shrugged his leather jacket on, not even bothering to zip it up. He stuffed his binder full of sketches and designs into his bag, which he took nearly everywhere, and swung it over his shoulder. He walked out the door, locking it behind him, and then looked up at the sky.