The Girl with the Tattoo(Harry Styles Fanfic)

Prologue

*Will I forgive myself for the decision I'm about to make?*

I'm going to get a tattoo. I know right I'm such a rebel all sarcasm intended. I know what I want but do I really want it?

It wasn't until I walked into the shop that I realized there were needles involved I thought there was just like the kiddie tattoos with the water and shit.

So currently I'm sitting in the chair and this guy with this ridiculously long beard is staring at me.

I stare at him.

He stares at me.

I wink at him.

He widens his eyes and leaves the room.

I figured he would leave I have that affect on people. Everyone always leaves.

He comes back a few minutes later with a book full of hideous tattoos. I shove it under my thigh and take out my phone and show him the tattoo I want.

He looks at me.

I look at him.

"Okay"

So he starts and I just feel numb. A tear rolls down my face I wipe it quickly because tears are for pussies.

He finishes and rubs alcohol over it and wraps it for me. He sends me home with a list of precautions.

I get home and get ready for bed but I check and look at my tattoo. The words leaving my skin risen and red. The letters written in cursive are enough to make me break down.

The girl with the tattoo.