records: l.t. // h.s.

ten

The tattoo shop isn't far and the neon 'tattoo' sign can be seen from a mile away. Louis keeps his hands shoved in his sweatshirt because he swears if he doesn't he wouldn't be able to stop himself from touching Harry. Also, it's cold.

So cold that Harry's cheeks are flushed a nice pink. So cold that Harry is wearing a grey jumper with the sleeves rolled down.

Louis thinks he looks absolutely beautiful.

When the three of them enter the shop, Zayn goes to talk to Tori. Harry just follows Louis as Louis takes a seat on one of the red, leather chairs. Harry grabs a chair and sits next to Louis, a smile on his face.

"What would you like today, Lou?" Tori questions as she settles herself on the stool beside Louis.

After discussing and showing Tori the dagger, Louis leans back. Harry stays quiet as Louis and Tori converse throughout the whole process.

It isn't until it's Harry's turn does he finally talk.

"And what would you like, love?"

Harry pulls out a crumbled piece of paper from his pocket and hands it to Tori. A sly smirk crawls onto Tori's face as she looks between the paper and Louis.

"You sure?"

Harry nods, grin wide, "Positive."

Tori nods and Harry sits back, a smile still plastered on his face.

"What are you getting?" Louis questions, eyebrows furrowed.

Harry shakes his head, "It's a surprise."

Louis raises a brow but doesn't push it.

Harry and Louis are talking about how apparently Harry writes poetry. Louis swears Harry is probably really good, great even. Harry argues and says Louis has no idea what he's talking about. Louis is in the middle of a spitting out a comeback when a familiar beat of a song starts playing through the parlor.

"I like this song," Harry and Louis mumble at the same time.

Louis can feel his cheeks warm under Harry's stare as he asks Tori why this song is playing. Tori just shrugs and continues Harry's tattoo.

"I didn't know you liked Hozier," Harry grins at Louis.

Louis shrugs, "Zayn plays him occasionally."

They sit in silence, the song playing in the background and Louis playing with a fray on his jumper.

"I will not ask and neither should you."

Louis freezes, slowly looking up at Harry who is already looking at him with that look.

"Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips," Harry sings and Louis thinks he may faint.

Louis didn't know Harry could sing. He didn't know Harry's voice could sound so silky yet rough. He didn't know Harry's lips could look this pink and beautiful as he sang. He didn't know Harry could sing and he wishes he never found out because now he feels lightheaded and dizzy.

"We should just kiss like real people do," Harry grins at Louis.

Louis doesn't even hear Tori announce she's done with the tattoo because he's so focused on Harry singing. He's so focused on the way Harry's lips move and the way his voice sounds.

"Wanna see it?"

That finally snaps Louis out of his trance and he nods. Harry turns his body so his left arm is in front of Louis.

Louis trails his fingers over the red skin, following the outline of the tattoo.

Following the outline of a rose.