The Wires Case [ h.s ]

chapter 15

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Brooke Wires

The sound of the tattoo gun is everything I hear while I stare at the ceiling of one of the rooms of Dylan's tattoo studio.

I feel the ink getting in my skin as he traces the drawing, following the lines and the design so perfectly that I know it will look amazing.

I close my eyes for a second, feeling a bit dazed about you know, having a needle pierce my skin for at least a 100 times.

It's not my first tattoo, and it doesn't hurt at all, but it's still something I'm not familiar with.

"You okay?" I hear Dylan's muffled voice and I open my eyes. His hazel ones are looking at mine, a worried expression on his face.

I nod to him."Yeah. Usual shit."

He smiles and goes back to tattooing the left side of my rib cage and under my breast. I stare back at the ceiling before bringing my phone in front of my face and looking at the time.

4:05 pm. I'm late.

I contemplate on writing him, but that thought is gone when I feel Dylan stop and that means it's done. He covers the tattoo and looks at me.

"You know the rules." He says handing me my black top.

I roll my eyes."Yes, thank you." I get off the bed and I let my hair free from the messy bun I have. "It took you longer than I thought." I say to him, running a hand through my hair. I've been here at least for an hour and my back hurts from laying down.

He gets up from the stool."It's not like it was a tiny tattoo, B." He chuckles. I shrug and I hand him the money. I guess he's right.

"Where did you get that design anyways?" He asks.

"I draw it."

He hums."I like it, maybe I'll do it on myself next time."

"Like you have any space for another tattoo." I say to him. He laughs and I move towards the mirror he has to take a proper look at the new piece of art in my body.

The butterfly is perfectly done, not a mistake in its dedicated wings, which have every detail I draw. The dominoes are well done as well, and the quotes are done exactly how my handwriting is.

Everything affects everything.

I stop staring and finally put on my top. I still have at least ten minutes to his house so I better get going.

I grab my bag and dig to find where I keep my joints. I'm sorry but if I have to spend time with him I need something on me.

"Where are you going now?" Dylan asks as I rummage through everything I have in my bag.

"Harry's." I answer.

"Ah, the crush." He says.

I stop what I'm doing and look at him."What?" I ask.

"Nothing." He says.

I walk towards him. "No, what did you say?"

"I said that you have a crush on this guy." He bops my nose, and I swat his hand away.

"What the fuck? Why do you think that?" I ask.

He chuckles. "B, you don't stop talking about him, his eyes, his curls. He's everything you talk about."

I widen my eyes."That's not true! I don't have a crush on him, are you kidding me?"

He gives me a look that says you're full of shit before he says. "Okay." He simply answers as he walks towards where all the equipment he used is to start cleaning it.