As he trudged the street dark winter street with the rain bouncing down off the sidewalk, Harry's Nirvana T-Shirt clung to his chest, highlighting his toned stomach and abs, leaving very little to the imagination. His burgundy beanie slipping down over his eyes, he pushed a strand of his chestnut hair from his lip, breathing raspily as he ran for shelter. Wincing slightly as the next song on shuffle started to pound through his green Beats, he grabbed his iPhone to adjust the volume before continuing to run towards the tattoo shop with the December air biting his ear. Tattoos were something Harry looked forward to. They took away his pen, his paper, his speech... So it's not really his fault his skin became like a diary. The stinging sensation, the blood that would run in thin lines down his arms, paint spilled on a canvas, he liked that. The pain, it felt like he'd earned it. The thing about harry was, he was broken. Not just cracked or damaged, he was the genuine definition of broken beyond repair, and he knew that. Upping his pace as the rain splashed against his face, Harry ducked in to the shop, walking up to the counter, but then he stopped dead in his tracks. His tattoo artist, Jez , was standing by the computer, but there was someone else by his side.
A pretty girl, couldn't be anymore than around 19 with a shock of brunette hair, perfectly complimenting her pale skin with flawless complexion. Harry could tell she spent a lot of time working on her appearance, not that she needed to though, because she was conventional enough. She only had a small amount of make up on, but he could tell that each brush stroke had been placed gently, carefully and delicately. Each strand of her hair had been perfectly straightened, sitting gracefully just below her shoulders. She was a vision of true beauty. Harry couldn't help but look in to her eyes, like a perfect blend of sea and sky blue, her eyelashes fluttering like guitar strings against the hollow. He couldn't take his eyes from her, as he stood quietly, looking at her, he saw how perfectly her dress hugged her figure, the blue tinge from it completely contrasting with her hair. He noticed how intricate her curves were and how she had the most beautiful tattoo of a lily on her neck, the stem and leaves twirling perfectly to rest on her shoulders. There was something about her, Harry could sense it, she was more than just a pretty face.
As he went to say hello to her, Jez looked up.
"Styles! Back again? What can I do for you this time mate?" he asked in a friendly manner.
"Your daughter's number would do nicely" Harry mused.
"Sophie? Nah, stay away from her son, I'm warning you..." Jez said, sounding slightly threatening.
Harry put his hands above his head, taking a few steps back, "Jesus, I only wanted a tattoo!" he laughed.
"Right this way then, and keep your eyes off my daughter" joked Jez, leading him towards the tattoo room.
The whole time Harry was in there, he made polite conversation, but as hard as he tried, he couldn't keep his mind from wandering to Sophie. What was she doing right now? Was she still outside? Would she even pay attention to him, or would he have to fight for it? And more importantly, would he be willing to go against Jez's wishes after everything he had done for him?
