battle scars // h.s

Chapter 12.

Emma and I walked into the shop and straight into the back room. We do this sort of hang out every month at least on top of texting.

“So what’s new Lil?” she asked as we sat in the break room and the faint buzz of the tattoo guns could be heard.

“Not a lot, well a lot but its not important.” I said shrugging off her question.

“How’s the witch?” she asked referring to Kathy.

“Well dad gave her my car and I now have to walk or take the bus to school. And she is just worse than normal, I’m trying to stay away from the house as much as possible.”

“I can give you a ride in the mornings if you want?” she said smiling.

“I might just take you up on that!” I said giggling.

We talked about my birthday and Christmas a little before she said,

“I have an appointment in a few minutes so you can stay here, or watch me work my magic out there.”

I decided to accompany her as she tattoos her client. I’ve never actually seen her tattoo before so I think this will be fun.

I went to the spare chair by her station while she went and called for her client. I didn’t her much as I tuned out from all the buzzing.

About 10minutes later I heard her voice coming closer then she said,

“Ok Harry go ahead and take your shirt off and have a sit.”

My head shot up but I quickly put it back down to avoid seeing Harry. Great just great.

*Harry POV*

My artist came out and called my name and I heard a female voice. Great I don’t really  like female tattoo artists because they are all goth and creepy.

I stood up and walked towards the desk before looking up at one of the prettiest girls I have ever seen. She had NO tattoos and was just beautiful. I wont mind this appointment.

As she finished up my sketch and we walked to her station she said,

“I hope you don’t mind, my sister is here and she wanted to sit in on my appointment.”

Man if her sister is as hot as her I don’t know if I’ll be able to control my self if you know what I mean!

“No its not a problem.” I said as we rounded the corner and saw a gorgeous girl sitting with her head down looking at her phone. I know she hasn’t looked up but I can just tell she looks gorgeous.

I pulled off my shirt when she told me and she placed the stencil on my chest. I was waiting for the girl to look up so I could see her face, I want to know if I'm right in thinking she’s attractive.

“How does that look?” the tattooist asked me.

I looked in the mirror and it looked really good. I told her that they look good and sat down in the chair.

She started with the outline and it hurt quite a bit. I haven’t gotten inked in a few months and I don’t really recall it hurting this much. I guess because its on my chest, which is sensitive skin, makes it more painful.

“Oh Lillian would you stop playing on your phone and watch me? that is what you wanted to do right?” the tattooist asked.

WAIT! What? Did she just say Lillian? No way is this possible, I predicted that the girl would be attractive and it turns out to be Lillian? This can’t be right, I didn’t just admit to having an attraction to Lillian.

Sure enough she looks up and I lock eyes with her.

“Uh hi.” She says with a shy smile on her face, where as my harsh glare must look very weird.

“How do you know her?” I ask the tattooist.

“She’s my sister!” WHAT?

Lillian and my heads snapped up to look at Emma and then we looked at each other.

Now that I think of it Lillian’s grandmother’s grave stone said Emma Morris and I kind of see a resemblance.

“Hey Lil why don’t you actually watch me work instead of hiding on your phone!” Emma said.

She held out her hand to receive Lillian’s phone, which Lillian reluctantly placed in her hand.

“Now pull your chair up on the other side of him and watch me work my magic.”

*Lillian POV*

I pulled my chair up on the other side of Harry as Emma resumed her work on his chest.

Harry was in a noticeable amount of distress but at least for once he will feel the pain instead of others.

I placed my hand on the arm rest of the chair mere centimeters from Harry’s hand as he closed his eyes. I zoned out as all that was heard in the room was the buzzing gun and a faint radio playing.

Looking around the room I realized how much creepy art work is hanging on the walls. Lots of pictures of blood and zombies were hanging and it was really disturbing.

Then I felt a clammy hand grab onto mine as a loud cuss word followed it.

My hand snapped to mine and Harry’s connected hands and then Harry snapped his face to mine, both of us holding uncomfortable expressions.

I couldn’t help the rush and sparks that erupted just from this simple hand gesture.

As soon as it started I pulled my hand away and mumbled a ‘sorry’ even though it was him who grabbed me.

His face flashed quickly to pain again as he used the armrest end to squeeze. I felt a little bit bad for him as his face was twisted and his head was thrown back.

I contemplated this very quickly but before I could really stop what I was doing I placed my hand on top of his. He shoot a glance to me almost asking if it was ok for him to take my hand as I opened my hand for him to take.

His face immediately relaxed as he put slight pressure on my hand and I rubbed the back of his hand with my thumb.

I looked up and saw my sister smiling and wiggling her eyebrows to which I just rolled my eyes.

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