Inked Skin (A Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 3

AN: so I basically have nothing to say so enjoy :)

Oh wait yes I do haha. Well just so you know harry is sheltered and he doesn't really want to let people in and stuff. I don't want to give to much away because you will find out why but that's why he kind of acts like this so ya :)

Harry's POV

*the next day*

For some reason I woke up today with a smile.

I pulled on my tightest black jeans and threw on one of my old t-shirts, that's all I really own.

I walked down stairs and took my regular route to the shop.

I unlocked and pulled open the old metal caged door. I walked in throwing my bag onto the old velvet chair near the door as I took a few steps to my regular leather chair.

I sat their waiting for the girl for an hour, although she said 'lunch' I thought she might want to come early to talk or something but who wants to do that with me anyways.

Avalon's POV

I walked into the pizza parlor , it wasn't busy during this time because most people were at work. I kind of forgot to ask Harry what he liked to eat so I decided on cheese pizza because that was neutral. I don't think anyone or any guy at least would refuse a free pizza slice.

I paid for the two large slices and made my way back to Harry's tattoo shop, it was just down the road from here.

Harry's POV

I could see through the large front window that Avalon was walking this way. I brushed my fingers through my hair quickly.

I heard the bell of the door as she lightly pulled it open.

"Hey, I have lunch" she smiled.

"You better be hungry... and like pizza" she laughed.

I smiled back at her and nodded.

She walked over to me and placed the pizza slices on a small wooden desk next to my chair.

"Can I put this here?" She asked.

"Yeah" I replied.

I couldn't care less where she put the pizza this whole place is run down anyways.

She pulled out two pop cans one sprite and one coke and held them up at me.

"Which one ?" She asked

"It doesn't matter" I replied.

She looked down at them for a moment then responded.

"I'm feeling like your more of a sprite guy" she said.

I replied with a laugh.

"How did you know?" I smirked.

We ate the pizza slices in mostly silence with the occasional questions being asked in between.

"So is their anything more to you harry? Or are you to mysterious to tell me anything" she joked.

"Actually no, there just isn't really anything to me" I replied.

"Nothing to you??" She asked

"How can there be nothing to a cute,tattoo parlor owning boy who is also an expert at quote picking" she joked again.

I liked the way she didn't take anything to seriously, it made me somewhat happy in that moment.

I just stared at the floor after that question.

"Oh, you know I'm just joking. you don't have to tell me anything" she replied obviously feeling bad for her question due to my reaction.

"No it's okay" I replied back moving my chair closer to hers.

"Um well I own this tattoo parlor but I'm broke" I laughed.

she laughed after my statement as well.

"Well you do give the best tattoos you know. I love mine I can never stop looking at it" she said.

i smiled at her with satisfaction I don't give tattoos to anyone often but myself so it feels good to have my ink appreciated by others.

"Thank you" I replied.

"do you want to see it...like I mean just check if it's healing and stuff, I don't really know how this stuff works" she smiled.

My stomach sank

"Um yeah sure" I replied.

She slowly pulled down the shoulder of her loose black t-shirt.

Our bodies were close to each other.

I moved her long brown hair off her shoulder and placed it on the other side.

I slowly ran my fingers tracing the small lettering on her shoulder without thinking.

"Sorry" I coughed as I moved away from her.

"It's okay" she said awkwardly.

She looked down at her wrist then told me she better get going.

"Do you have a phone?" She asked.

"yeah" I said pulling it out and holding it in my hand.

She lightly grabbed the phone from my hand and put it in her number.

"How about next time we get out of this place to hang out" she smiled.

"No I don't think that could happen its been really busy lately" I joked.

"I could tell" she laughed.

I walked her to the door of the shop and she walked out.

"Text me whenever harry" she spoke back to me as she disappeared onto the busy street.