Tattoos and Tails l.s

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Louis' pov //5 years ago//

The teacher looked up. His eyes scanned across all of us, stopping on me. "Louis, stand up."

I rolled my eyes and stood up. I'm so done with this shit. This teacher is so fucking annoying. I haven't been doing any of the work all year and I think that pisses him off.

"Louis I want you to tell me, where do you see yourself in five years? College, work, no where?" He asked. When he finished a few of the kids chuckled at "no where". I rolled my eyes again.

"Hell, most likely." I responded and took my seat. Now since this is a catholic school, almost everyone fainted. I smirked and looked down at my nails.

\\present day\\

Now that I look back on that, cause it's something I'll never forget, I'm the farthest from hell I'll ever be. I've got a great place to live, with the love of my life and my two best friends, a great job that pays. I'm great.

The only thing I could possibly want, is to be closer to my family. After they found out I was gay as shit, they just slowly cut off contact with me. I moved out when I was 16. I couldn't stand the religious bullshit, it forced me to do so much I didn't want to and be someone I was not. So I moved out, got a job, got a small apartment.

I met Liam when I got my first tattoo. The place had a huge huge wait cause I went in on a Friday night, plus I was a walk in so I had to wait till appointments were over. Liam was working the front desk, drawing up a tat for someone. So after I told the other guy writing down names and asking what I wanted and where at and everything, me and Li started talking and we got on really well. When he had to start tattooing the guy who he'd been drawing the tattoo for, he offered for me to come with him to the back so we could still talk.

Once we got in there and I sat down in the extra chair, I realized how much I actually wanted to tattoo. I'd always been fascinated by the process.

After he finished he said he could do mine so he drew it up and started it. He was only 17, which meant I was 18. I told him about how I wanted to learn and he said I could probably start working at the shop, and he could show me the ropes. After he finished my tattoo, "It Is What It Is" in a cursive print across my chest, we exchanged numbers and he told me he'd talk to his boss.

I was so fucking grateful, and look at where we are now. We have our own shop, our own co-workers, our own apartment, our own. It's amazing how far we've come and he's my brother now, my family. I'd do anything for him and I damn well know he'd do anything for me. It's always family first, I just wish my biological family was included when I say that.

"Hey babe get out of the fucking shower would ya? My ass ain't gonna wash itself and dinner is in an hour." I jumped at Harry's voice yelling at me. I laughed and turned the water off, getting out.

"Babe where's my towel? I put it on the toilet seat and it's not there." I yelled through the closed door.

"I moved it. It's on the bed." Harry yelled back. I walked out, not trying to cover up anything because he's seen it all.

"Don't." I looked up and saw that Harry was very very close to me suddenly. He grabbed the towel from me and dropped it on the floor.

"I like you naked." He grinned huge, a signature Harry Styles showing every tooth he has grin. I laughed and he walked past me to get in the shower. I bent down to grab the towel and felt his hand smack my ass. I shot up and turned around.

"What the hell?!" I could feel the heat rushing towards my cheeks.

"What? You have a really nice ass. You know, you should let me top next time." Harry smirked. My eyes widened and I turned around to get my clothes. What the fuck was that?

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I got my clothes, black skinny jeans, an all white tee shirt, and a black jacket. I threw them on and got out socks and put them on too. I heard the water turn off and grabbed my blue and white adidas.

"Baby, baby, guess what??" I said as I tied up my shoes.

"What?" Harry looked up from pulling on his skinny jeans and pulled his tail out.

"My baby's nine-teen." I yelled and wrapped him in a hug, picking him up and spinning around. He laughed so hard he had tears and I grinned. I stopped and gave him a kiss.

"I love you, Lou." He said and pulled away to finish getting ready.

"I love you more." I said proudly, smiling at his back.

"I love you most." He turned around, smiling with his bottom lip between his teeth. I shook my head, still smiling.

"I'm gonna go see if Liam and Niall are ready okay?" I said and walked towards the door.

"Alright babe, I just have to put my shoes on." I nodded and walked out to the living room.

"Hey Lou, we're ready when you are. We still have like 20 minutes till our reservations." Liam called out from the kitchen.

"Okay, we're ready too." I said back.

So the deal is, Harry's birthday happened to be the day Liam scheduled a dinner with his parents and his sister so they could meet Niall. Apparently they're fine with him being gay which pissed me off at first because my parents fucking disowned me but I got over it cause it's petty as hell.

We all just decided to go as one big group.

I'm really nervous. Hopefully it'll all go well.

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