Inked Skin (A Harry Styles fanfic)

Inked Skin

Inked Skin

Hi everyone ! So I know we have like 3 other unfinished stories but were out of ideas and I really like this idea so I've decided to write it and just see how it goes. If you like it you know what to do:)

Also this is just an intro "chapter". It's kind of just opens up the story and foreshadows future events through the symbol in the beginning and at the end of the short chapter. Thanks for reading :) -a

Chapter One-Inked Skin

Harry's POV

"Maybe if we get another chance

Maybe if we can live this life again

You can learn to love me as much as I love you". I placed the beaten brown book on the table beside me. The crisp papers of words filling the book almost to the point that it does not close. I got up from the table, ran my hands through the messy brown curls on top of my head as I walked out the door. I lazily walked out of my flat door. The warm breeze hitting my skin as I walked into the shop next door. I flipped around the "open" sign and continued my usual routine as if it was imprinted in my brain. I pulled out the needles and ink and placed it on the cold steel table next to my usual chair. The room was now lit up by the large bulbs adorning the ceiling. The shop looks exactly how it looked everyday,empty. No one seemed to come in here after everyone left. It was only me here now. The owner and the other employes quit after the business began to fail but I really had no where else to go,so I decided to just keep the shop upon for as long as I could. I sat down in the padded chair and loaded the gun with black ink. I extended my arm and rolled up my sleeve. I clenched my fist as the sharp needle sewed through the skin on my forearm the picture of a small black arrow. I dabbed the fresh ink clean with a damp towel and let it be. I'm used to the pain of the needle now. Its hard to find a place to put them nowadays but I have to do it. My skin is my canvas and I don't know anything different than my inked skin.