//lol not edited soz//
~Bobbi's pov~
"So wait..... he got your favorite flower tattooed on his arm??"
"Yes..."
Niall squealed at my reply. He pulled his knees up to his chest with a giggle. "Mikey luuuuuuuuhhhhhss youuuuuuuuuu"
My face heated up "Oh shut up don't act like a five year old ni"
"Aww lil Bobbi is blushing because her boyfriend loves her!" He leaned across the table and pinched my cheek, earning a slap from me.
Niall had called asking if I was free. Thankfully, I didn't have any more clients coming into the salon that day so I let him know I was and he told me to meet him Genki. Aside from Michael, Niall was my best friend. I met him five years ago when Mike introduced me to Ed and Ed introduced us to his boyfriend, Niall. They were such a cute couple. I love them both so much.
When Niall invited me out I was excited because I wanted to tell him about what happened with Michael. He knew how I felt about Michael. So when Michael showed up with that tattoo a few days ago I knew I had to tell him. He was always saying that Michael felt the same but I didn't believe him. Mike only sees me as a friend. It would probably be weird for him if he knew I liked him as more than a friend. So I kept those feelings to myself, and Niall. Which I'm sure he tells Ed everything but I know Ed would never say anything to Michael. He's too good of a friend.
"Are you going to get any tattoos for him?" Niall took a bite of his rice with an eyebrow raised.
"I mean... I don't know.. Wouldn't that be obvious?" I looked down at my left arm. It had almost a full sleeve of tattoos. My right arm had half a sleeve. "What would I even put?"
Niall scrunched his nose in thought for a minute then gasped "Get his face tattooed on your stomach or something"
I stared at him with my mouth hung open. "Niall Horan sometimes I question your sanity"
"Don't question something that isn't there sweetheart"
"True"
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We had spent another hour at the restaurant without thinking of a single idea for a tattoo. I still wasn't even sure I would get the tattoo.
My mind stayed on Mike as I cleaned up around my small apartment. When I finished that I went to my bathroom and looked in the mirror.
My reflection made me cringe a bit. I only wore mascara today. My eyes had bags under them. Frankly, I looked dead. My hair was kinda messy so I grabbed my brush. It took a minute because my hair is so long but when I finally finished, I was happy because it looked much better.
I leaned towards the mirror and studied my face more. Freckles adorned my cheeks and nose. They had gotten darker from being outside for one day last week. My eyes seemed less lively than normal. I had my aunts eyes. They were lavender. It wasn't too noticeable but they were still nice. I glanced down at my lips and ran a finger over them. I always had plump lips and sometimes they annoyed me. Then my nose. I felt like it was too big. I had a stud in it right now but I was tired of it so I switched it out for a gold hoop. I sighed and stepped back and looked at the rest of me, turning from side to side.
I wasn't the skinniest person but I wasn't terribly fat. Sometimes I was confident with my body. sometimes I was not. This was one of those times. I lifted the hem of my shirt to reveal some stretch marks. My mouth fell to a frown and I let my shirt drop. My hands started rummaging through the medicine cabinet. Once I found that one bottle I looked at the suggested amount to take at once. I took one more than it said on the bottle just for good measure. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths.
