SPACES [Editing]

Simple Science

Dear readers,

Please don't hate SPACES Louis. You guys are the only ones who know why he's doing these things, please don't turn your backs on him.

For this chapter: I chose the dagger tattoo because I think it's the real life Larry tattoo that screams the loudest? If that makes sense? They have it on the same part of their body and Louis knows that everyone's waiting for him to get that tattoo to match Harry's rose. And he did. So yeah.

(By this point Louis already knows what he wants. This happened days after Niall's party.)

Song of the chapter:
- Get Away by Jessie J

Louis Tomlinson

I never thought I'd ever get myself a tattoo. I never thought I'd ever get myself a tattoo just to match anyone's tattoo.

But here I am, walking out from the tattoo parlor with a bandage on my left arm.

I just got myself inked with a dagger that matched Harry's rose. At first, the tattoo artist asked me about the design and how I only wanted the dagger instead of the one that's pierced through a rose. I told him that the Rose has already been taken care of, so he just went on and asked where I wanted it.

I told him I wanted it on my left arm, exactly where Harry has his rose inked. I was expecting it to be extremely painful, but after a while, I got used to the pain. I was with Liam the entire time because I needed the moral support. He has several tattoos, so he knows how it feels. He also knows the artist, which helps. At least I know he won't screw it up.

"You really got the dagger, huh?" Liam asked when we entered his car. I always thought it was absurd to get tattoos. It was one of those things that I found unreasonable and completely ridiculous but now I understand. To get a tattoo of something means that you're letting it stay with you forever.

Now that I think about it, I'd always have to keep my tattoo hidden from the kids, unless I want them to ask why I have a deadly weapon permanently drawn onto my skin.

"He has the rose and I have the dagger. Which fits, really. It represents what we are to each other." I told Liam. His face screams confusion but I didn't want to explain it to him.

"Am I driving you home or should I drop you off someplace else?" He stepped on the gas.

"Hotel." I answered him and he drives. He just drives. He doesn't ask questions, which is why I love Liam. Zayn would drag the answers out from you, but Liam would always know the right questions and when to ask them.

For the past few days I've been spending less time at home. Sometimes I'd come home to a sleepy Harry, sometimes he'd be already been sleeping. Sometimes he'd make the effort to stay up and wait for me. Sometimes I couldn't help but come home early just so I could spend time with him.

He thinks it's part of my promotion, being in school more than I am at home. Truth is, I couldn't stay at home with him while I'm hiding so many things from him. That, or I'm trying to make him get used to me being away from him.

I went up the bar as soon as Liam's dropped me off. He was going to see Zayn somewhere and I didn't want to stop him. If I was going to ruin my relationship, might as well let my friends have their happy endings, right?