Inked. [Larry Stylinson]

Skinny Love.

As Harry rubbed his arm and looked at his tattoo, he sighed at the rainy day outside the window. He was trapped inside with nothing to do. He decided to go out and run to the coffee shop just around the corner. He grabbed his coat and slipped his boots on. He grabbed the roll of newspaper to use as an umbrella as he ran out the door.

The bell rang as Harry entered the shop. He shook his hair and ran his fingers through it. The coffee shop was small but cozy. They had an electric fireplace and flowers placed around. Harry stood there looking around as he found an empty table in the back by the fireplace. The barista came around and took his order. Harry opened the newspaper he used as an umbrella and skipped through it. The barista came back with the tea.

"Complimentary of your friend." She said as he gave Harry his tea and walked away.

Harry looked around to see who had bought his coffee. Louis was sitting at the mini bar with a girl, he had turned his stool to see Harry. He smiled as he excused himself from the girl he was sitting with.

"Harry, Harry, Harry. Harry Styles." Louis said as he strutted towards the table. He had a drink in his hand. "Fancy meeting you here." He chuckled.

"Fancy." Harry raised his eyebrows and looked over at the girl Louis had just left. She was death starring Harry. "You're girlfriend doesn't look to impressed." Harry said as he wrapped his hands around his cup of tea.

Louis laughed as he sat down across from Harry. "Oh god no. That's my-" His voice lowered, "evil , more corrupt sister." He laughed. "I'm single." Louis explained.

"Oh," Harry laughed. "She does look evil."

"How's that tattoo holding up?" Louis grabbed Harry's arm to turn it. Harry got chills, Louis' hands were cold from holding his drink."Oh not bad." Louis nodded.

"Yeah, the swelling went down fast." Harry looked at Louis' hand that was still on his arm. Louis pulled his arm away. Harry studied Louis' strong and tanned arms again. He noticed a tattoo that wasn't there the other day. Harry had a strong memory.  "New tattoo?" Harry asked.

"How did you notice?" Louis asked as he smiled, wondering about Harry as he starred into his eyes. "I have so many scattered tattoo's. How could you have noticed?"

"I was observing them when you were inking me, I have a pretty good memory." Harry leaned back into his chair. "What's this one stand for?" Harry crossed his arms and placed fingers on his lips. He couldn't help but admire Louis. He was so different.

"Uhm," Louis stuttered, he got kind of nervous as he sat up in his chair and crossed his legs. "Don't be weirded out. But It's, I guess, stands for you." Louis got red. "Like I said, I get a lot of random tattoo's and-"

"Me?" He got interested to what Louis had to say.

"Well you were so different and you opened my eyes. You're mysterious Harry, like I said. You hit me somehow and I'm confused." Louis smiled. "You're special, you know. You're not like anyone I've ever met." Harry blushed. He tried not to, he couldn't help but have this odd, questionable crush on Louis.

"Wow." Harry said as he was surprised about Louis. "Honestly, you're so different yourself. I mean maybe not to you, or in your town. But since I'm not from here, there isn't anyone like you where I'm from. Who take tattoo's seriously and have such an artistic eye. And a beautiful mind." 

"How about 7?" Louis said as he stood up putting a tip on the table.

"What?" Harry looked up at Louis who was putting his coat on.

"Dinner. At Jerry's. It's on King Street, you can't miss it." Louis smiled as he put his hands in his jacket pockets. "See you there?" 

"Oh, uhm, ok sure." Harry said as took a last sip of his tea and stood up. "I'll, uh-"