Put Your Records On (Punk!Louis and Flower-Child!Harry)

Prologue

Prologue:

               Louis sat on his chair, spinning around before sighing and focusing on his paperwork. Owning your own business always seemed like a great idea until you realized how much work you actually had to do. Louis hated work, but he was proud that he owned something of his own so he put up with the bills and the taxes and all the other paperwork.

                 Being only 21, owning his own tattoo shop was a huge accomplishment. He graduated early with honors, and got a business degree at Uni. While he may not look like it, or act like it, he was extremely smart and dedicated. He was not the stereotype, though. His hair was tinted red, and he had almost 2 sleeves of tattoos. On a daily basis he would have different piercings, but his favourite was his snakebite piercing on his lip.

                He wore jeans that were snug but not tight, and he has a love for red jeans. His shirts were either sweaters or stripes, but his shoes were always TOMs. They were the only shoe he would wear. They were comfortable and he could work all day in them without any pain. He owned dozens of them.

               Louis was interupted by his work when he heard the bell over the door. He snapped his head up, smirking when he saw his best mate Zayn. Zayn had a few tattoos, but he didn't have any piercings. Louis had known Zayn since elementary school. Louis' class had taken a trip that was an hour away, and while they were at the museum Louis accidently pushed Zayn and broke his leg. Ever since the teacher made Louis apologize, they've been closer but rarely saw each other.

               Now that they were both legal adults, Zayn moved to Doncaster and lived only a few minutes from Louis. Louis' apartment was on the top floor of this store, and it was quite small. It had a bed that pulled down from the wall, and the kitchen was miniscule. It didn't have an oven or a dishwashing machine, but he did have a toaster oven and a large enough sink to wash the plenty of dishes. Louis' meals consisted of mostly take-out and left-overs that his mother sent home when Louis visited her once a week.

                "Vas happening?" Zayn said, sitting on the tattoo chair and leaning back. "Just doing adult shit." Louis chuckled, and Zayn smiled. Zayn had gorgeous eyes, eyes that Louis had always admired. If Zayn hadn't been straight, Louis probably would have had sex with him.

               Louis had always known he was gay, but it had never been an issue. He lived in a small town and people accepted him for being gay. They didn't except his tattoos and piercings though. They thought he was just troublesome. While Louis had never done anything illegal, he did love to pull a few pranks.

               While being mischevious, he had gotten a reputation as the badass in the town. All the little girls knew to stay away from "That red-headed devil boy" and all the boys knew not to mess with the him. Louis' personality normally shined through the tougher outser shell though, which explains how he got his few close friends.

              There was Niall, who was the happiest lad. He just moved her in the past year, so Louis and him weren't very close but he seemed fun. He was always happy and he loved food. Niall and Louis enjoyed just pigging out and getting wasted together. Niall was Irish so he enjoyed a few pints.

              His other best mate, Liam, was a kid from school. Liam was always one of the dorks, and he had been picked on because he never drank. Befriending him was a spur of the moment decision. In year 9, Louis had went up to the table Liam was sitting, and he remembered the look of fear in Liam's face before he wrapped his arm around him and offered him some carrots. Liam was one of the biggest reasons Louis wasn't in jail yet.

               Liam was the good boy in town. All the girl's mothers tried to set up dates with him, and all the boys wanted to be him. He was still in Uni, the same one as Zayn and Niall, but he was a year ahead of them. He got good grades, never got in trouble, and he always looked clean.

                 Shaking his head, he smiled over at Zayn. "This is so boring. I have been doing these all day and I've only had one customer. It was some 40 year old guy who I think was going through a mid-life crisis." Zayn saw Louis cringe and chuckled.

                Louis never wanted to grow up. It was something he always said. He may say that, but secretly he knew he already had grown up. He lived on his own, he worked, and he was getting grey hairs. He was already a quarter of the way through his life.

               "He got a tattoo on his arm that said freedom." Louis continued, and Zayn shrugged. "It could have been worse. Remember when that elderly came in and you had to tattoo his ass?' Zayn and Louis shared a laugh, them laughing until tears came to their eyes. He had been almost 90, and he said his wife thought tattoos were hot.

              "Anyways, can you-" Louis was cut off when the bell over the store rang again. In walked a girl who looked to be about his younger sisters age, and she looked terrified. She was only about 12, and her hair was in two neat pigtails. She wore a light blue dress and flat shoes. She looked like a scared angel.

              "Can I help you? Are you lost sweetie?" Louis rushed over to her, bending down to her height. Louis had always loved children, especially little girls since he had grown up having to do his sisters hair and play dress-up with them. "No....I want a tattoo." She said, firmer now. Louis raised his eyebrow. "Do you have your parent's signiature?" He asked, and she shook her head.

                    "I'm 13. The website says I can get it on my own." She was a bit older than she looked, and Louis didn't really care either way. He had gotten illegal tattoos when he was younger. "Well. Come sit on the chair and tell me what you want." He said, and pushed Zayn off the chair. "Ey, man! Not cool." Zayn sat on the chair where Louis previously was, and he looked at the girl.

                "What's your name?" He asked, trying to use his calmer voice. She smiled. "My names Annabelle." Louis nodded. "So, Annabelle, what tattoo would you like and where?" He hoped she wouldn't want it somewhere dirty. He would just feel weird doing it. "I want a quote from the bible on my arm." She said, pulling out the paper and showing him the line she had written down.

                          It said "A man shall not be with a male as he does with a woman. It is an abomination." Louis' lips turning into a grim line, but he handed her a book with all the fonts. "Choose your font." Louis didn't want to give her the tattoo, but he also didn't want to judge her. It was her body and she could write what she wanted on it.

                 She picked a frilly one, almost cursive, and said she wanted it in a light blue. I drew it on her arm, showing her what it would look like. She smiled, nodding, and as I started giving her the tattoo she didn't even flinch. "Wow, you're tough." She gave Louis a weak smile. "I'm used to needles. I have cancer and...I'm going to die in a few months. So I might as well die with the lord's words in my body."

                 Louis felt his heart drop. No little girl should ever have to go through this. He felt a little better knowing that him doing this would make her happy. He was the only tattoo parlour in this town, the next one being almost an hour away. He finished the tattoo, and rubbed it with cream. "Now, make sure to wrap it when you shower and put this cream on for the first month." He handed her it, and she tried to pay but he shook his head.

                "No, keep it. First one is free." He smiled, and she gave him a hug. "Thanks, Mister Louis." She skipped out of there, and Louis felt like he had done such a good thing.

He couldn't have been any more wrong.