It is What It is | {L.T./A.I.} | on hold

nine

"Alright Cheyanne, you better go back to you mom before she gets upset with you," Louis told her, still holding a hint of baby voice as he squated infront of her tiny figure.

"Okie dokie Boo Bear, I'll see you later," she said as she wrapped her small arms around his neck.

"Bye bye Lijah," she smiled coming over to say goodbye, wrapping her arms around my leg. I squated to her like Louis did, letting the child get a proper goodbye from me.

"Bye Cheyanne," I smiled to her as she walked back to the door she came out of, reaching up to grab the door knob. She looked back and smiled to Louis and I one last time before she disappeared behind the closing door.

"Mike, your daughter is adorable," I told him in awe. She truly was, her big light brown eyes and wavy blonde hair proved it to any and everyone.

"Thank you, she gets it from her mother," he chuckled, still switching and cleaning equiptment for Louis.

"You ready Louis?" he asked.

"Yeah, let's do it," he smiled, excited for the new ink that was going to be on him for the rest of his life.

Mike layed down a towel on his lap, and on the chair which Louis was to sit on.

I was too bust watching Mike setting up everything to realize Louis just stripped off his muscle shirt.

That alone didn't leave me much more to picture, but his torso being bare and with my new given information of liking Louis...I could've been in heaven and feel the same.

Tattoos covered his sculpted arms, shoulders, and trailed down his sides, stopping at hid ribs. His chest and stomach were bare, as well as his back besides between his shoulder blades where his sleeves met. His muscles were hard not to notice, I felt warm in places I shouldn't. I shook the dirty thoughts from my head, scolding my teenage harmones, scolding Louis silently for looking so damn good.

He sat down in the chair and Mike reclined the back of the chair, almost having Louis lying down. I praised Mike, giving me a perfect view of Louis' toned body from where I was standing.

"So what exactly do you want?" asked Mike.

"I want 'It Is What It Is' across my collar bone, make it fancy and such, have fun with it," Louis told him, laying his head back, not worrying about the work Mike would do with such little detail.

I observed Mike, watching him slip gloves on and place a towel in his lap.

"Grab that stool over there and sit next to me," Louis smiled to me. I nodded in agreement, rolling the stool with wheels over to him.

I sat down on it, across the chair from Mike as I heard a buzzing sound. I grew nervous quickly, worried for Louis' safety. He seemed to notice I was tense. He grabbed my hand at about the same time I was fixing to search for his. We intertwined our fingers, he squeezed my hand and sent me a reassuring smile, letting me know I was okay.

"Everythings going to be fine," he mouthed to me, not wanting to embaress me infront of Mike. I didn't want anyone knowing I was scared for Louis, but he seemed to had already figured it out.

As the needle touched his skin I scrunched my eyes, cringing away from the sight. He tensed, but still continued to rub my hand with his thumb in comfort.

"Does it hurt?" I asked him.

"A little at first, but after a while it's almost as if your skin is vibrating from it," he grinned to me.