Always you

Always you - Inked hearts and fading lines

Louis is an upcoming tattoo artist and one day he has a special customer ;)<br />
Oops - Hi 😁

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Harry just recently turned 21. He strolled through London on his way to the flower shop where he worked. His boss, a kind old man, hoped Harry would take over the shop someday. On his route, he passed a tattoo studio he'd been eyeing for a while. With some money saved up, he finally walked in to book an appointment.

Inside, Mike, the studio owner, welcomed him and asked, "What can I do for you?" Harry replied, "I want a new tattoo. Any available slots?" Harry asked. "We have a guest tattoo artist here at the moment. He's a young talented man. Would you mind if he would take this job? Cos I am fully booked but he's got a slot free next week" Mike asked. Harry didn't really mind. "Sure, no problem at all. Next week then," he replied.

Louis just recently moved from Doncaster to London to get his career started. He currently worked as a guest tattoo artist at the 'LondonInk Forge', but his dream was to have his own studio one day.

On the day of his appointment, Harry walked into the tattoo studio, a mix of excitement and anxiety coursing through him. "Hi. I'm Harry", he said, approaching Louis, who was standing there with his sleeves rolled up to reveal a canvas of tattoos on his own arms and responded with a warm smile, "Hi, I'm Louis." Harry was instantly captivated by his deep blue eyes, finding them almost mesmerising. It was an oceanic blue he had never seen before. Louis noticed that Harry was kinda drifting off and to ground him, he asked, "So, what can I do for you today?" The air was charged with a subtle tension, an unspoken connection that neither of them could quite put a finger on. As they sat down to discuss the tattoo, Louis' skilled hands sketched potential designs on paper, each stroke reflecting his artistic prowess. Meanwhile, Harry found himself captivated not just by the artwork but by the man behind it. Again it was Louis' voice bringing Harry back to life. "Alright so are you free on Friday?" Louis asked. For a second Harry froze as he thought he would ask him out but soon realised it was for the actual tattoo appointment. "Yeah yeah I could come round after work if that's alright." He finally responded. "Sure no problem", Louis said while guiding Harry to the door. Closing the door behind Harry, Louis was just standing there for a moment watching Harry leave. Fascinated by the young tall man with the long dark curls, he didn't realise Mike was approaching him. "Fuck man you scared the shit out of me", he moaned when Mike tapped him on the shoulder. "Well you would have heard me if you wouldn't simp so hard over that guy," Mike replied with a big grin. "Maybe you can see him again earlier, your appointment for Thursday just cancelled."

The next day Louis phoned Harry to ask if he wanted to come in tomorrow as one of his clients cancelled. When Harry heard Louis he was smiling like an idiot and started fiddling with his rings. Of course he didn't mind coming in a day earlier so he agreed. After he hung up his boss cheekily asked what girl makes him so flustered. Harry didn't quite know what to say and just smiled. Was he really falling for a man? No, that can't be true. It's probably just the excitement for the new tattoo he's getting. A big rose on his left arm.

When the actual tattoo appointment arrived, Harry had been nervous all day. Still not sure if it really was just about the tattoo. It wasn't this first so why would he be so nervous. When he entered the tattoo studio, Louis already greeted him with one of his radiant smiles. Harry suddenly fell all shy, almost stumbling over his own feet. "Oops" is all that came out of his mouth. "Hi", was Louis' only response. The curly one immediately blushed.

"You sure you're ready for this Harry?" Louis jokingly asked. The atmosphere in the studio became charged with an undeniable chemistry. Harry winced as the needle met his skin, but the pain was softened by the subtle glances and lingering touches.