Punk Zayn Series

"You Go With Him As He Gets Another Tattoo"

He opens the door to the back room of his friend's tattoo shop and is greeted by yet another friendly face. You emerge from behind him and place yourself by his side. "What's up Louis," Zayn greets the guy sitting on the couch with others you didn't recognize.
"Babe this is Louis, he owns Manchester United. I did some artwork for his house a while back."
"It's nice to meet you," you respond. You had never met anyone with Louis' stature and you surely didn't know how someone like him knew about someone like Zayn. "I've got the gun today Zayn," Louis says getting up from the couch.
"Sounds good man."
"Are you sure about this," you question, looking over his arms and chest as he removes his shirt. "Love, you aren't going to be able to keep this one out of the shop," Louis acknowledges, prepping the gun. You nod in his direction and turn back to Zayn. "It's just one," he reminds you.
"You can take a seat on the couch, they won't bite."
"Promise," says the one with the noticeably large hair . You walk over to the couch as Zayn lays down on the chair. "What's it going to be mate?" Louis questions, buzzing the gun. "I drew some studs up," he begins, taking a piece of paper from his jean pocket. Louis takes a look at them and nods.
"Where?"
"On my collar," he responds, lifting up and winking in your direction. You shake your head in disbelief. He was getting studs tattooed on his collar because of those shirts you had been looking at when the two of you met. "These for her?" Louis asks over the buzz of the gun. "Yeah," Zayn replies with a smile. After about an hour in the shop the two of you leave hand in hand. "How did he find out about your art?" You ask about his tattooing friend.
"My old uni mate Harry knows him through a mutual friend and when he was talking about moving into a new house and wanting artwork he recommended me for the job."
"Well that was awfully nice of... Harry did you say?"
"Yeah, he's a music producer."
"Wow a big shot. How do you have so many posh friends?" You question with a cheeky smile. "Uni basically." He opens up the car door for you and you slip in so glad to be leaving the tattoo shop.