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Devon

Saturday came faster than I thought it would. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, though. On one hand, I get to go in for my tattoo and see the hot Harry Styles again. But on the other hand, tattoos hurt and I'm gonna have to deal with that for a while. 

I guess Saturday came quickly because my week was super boring. My birthday was okay, it was nice getting to see my parents and brothers for dinner. And I definitely let loose at the club last Saturday, so much so that I barely remember the end of the night, but thankfully I didn't call Patrick or pull any of the stupid ex shit I usually do when I'm plastered. 

Doesn't mean I haven't heard from Patrick though. He wished me a happy birthday and sent some cookies from this bakery that delivers, but honestly I just wish he would have ignored me that day. Patrick was a nice guy when he wanted to be, he was just careless and didn't want to commit. At least, that's how I see the relationship when I look back at it. I kept trying and trying, but he just wasn't interested enough. And that's fine, not everyone wants a commitment like a girlfriend when they're so invested in their jobs, but I just wish he never pursued me in the first place.

Arden and I did a quick 9am shot at my place to psych me up to get this tattoo, which was definitely a wake up call, before making our way to Fine Lines. I told her about my embarrassing joke, but she reassured me that it was a funny joke. I know she's lying through her teeth, but at least I can pretend I'm not a giant idiot. 

The shop is pretty empty for 9am on a Saturday, but they also just opened so there probably aren't many appointments for that time in the morning anyway. Maybe in like an hour people will start showing up. 

Harry was already at a little station, setting up for the session when we walked in. He looks pretty much the same as he did when I first met with him, but this time he has a tight black long sleeve shirt on. Something tells me this man only wears black, but I mean, to each their own. I own a few black pieces of clothes, but I tend to gravitate more toward light neutrals and color. 

When we walk through the doors he looks over, but barely reacts as he gets back to setting up. Back to being a 'hardass' as the receptionist put it. 

I smile at the girl, letting her know that I'm here for my appointment. Arden told me her name is Corrine, which I think is definitely really pretty. It matches her for sure. Corrine gets me all signed in and tells Arden and I to wait on the couch for Harry to be ready for me. 

As we sit down, Arden leans into my ear. "Okay, I have never been here when the boss is working, but I think I'm gonna have to start planning for that because he is hot." she whispers, squealing by the end. 

My eyes roll as I look at her, "He definitely is. But I'm more concerned about the fact that I'm about to be stabbed by a needle repeatedly for like a long time." 

Now she rolls her eyes, sitting back and picking up a magazine. "You signed up for it. And please, a tattoo that size will take like twenty minutes tops. You're a big girl." she teases, paging through the magazine quickly. 

Maybe I should have done two shots. 

Before we know it, Harry is walking over to bring us back. I definitely can't imagine not feeling intimidated by such a large, attractive man, but the lack of visibility with his tattoos definitely makes it a little better. Though, I can see a peek of ink creeping up the base of his neck. Just breathe, Dev. 

"Come on." He sighs, before turning and walking back to his station. Arden and I share a look before getting up and following him to where he's set up. As we walk to the back though, Arden sees her usual artist so she ditches me to say hi to him. Great, leave me alone with the grumpy owner.