*Mack's POV*
Just like yesterday, I thought of Harry all day. He's literally the sweetest thing, and I can see us going far. I mean, we're not even in a relationship, but it seems like we are. Maybe he'll ask me out soon. Maybe...
The day went by a little quicker today, but right after school I was restricted to work. I only had to work for an hour or two though, so it wasn't too bad. I took the bus to work, because Harry was still at school. I got on and sat down, by yet another silent stranger. I put my headphones in started listening to Sweater Weather by the Neighbourhood. After a few mintues my phone buzzed. I looked down and smiled. It was a text from Harry.
Harry: Hey love(: We still on for tonight?
Me: Wouldn't miss it for the world. I've got to work first though. Do you mind picking me up there?
Harry: No prob. I'll see you then babe(;
OMG. Did Harry just call me babe? Okay, I like it... Once the bus reached the mall, I got off and walked to store. The good thing about my job was that I didn't have to wear a "uniform". I could go in my regular clothes, and do something I love. Being a henna tattoo artist was fun, but it wasn't a career. After college, I didn't know what I was going to do. I'm majoring in the arts, but I love singing. Being a singer was just a fantasy though.
Once I got to work, I sat down at my station, saying hi to my co-workers. Another cool thing about the store I work at is it's not just henna tattoos. We also do air brush T-shirts, and sell clothes. It's a pretty cool place if you ask me. I started drawing some simple ones on me since business was low tonight. I drew a bunch of little swirls on my hand, and some birds on my feet. I began to draw an infinity sign on my wrist when a familiar voice called overhead.
"Yes miss, I'd like to get a tattoo." the voice said. I looked up to see Harry, smirking at me. I laughed, then replied, "I don't know. My tats are pretty hardcore, can you handle it?"
"I think so." he said and began to take his shirt off. My eyes got wide, and I couldn't help but blush. His abs... Wow. But what really surprised me was all the real tattoos he already had. Good lord. There were tons!
"Oh my God. How many tattoos do you have?" I asked, astounded.
"42. Give or take a few." He smirked at me and sat down in the chair. This was new. Most of the time people want them on their arms or face or feet, but no. Harry wanted a tattoo on the back of his neck. I agreed and began getting my "tools" ready.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"I want the words 'Go For It'." he said as he laid his forehead down on the back of the seat. So i drew it. It actually looked really good.
"Do you mind if I take a picture of it?" I asked, and he nodded, handing me his phone as well. I took both pictures, and handed his phone back to him. He looked at it and smiled.
"Wow. You're really good!" he said and I blushed.
"Well, um, it'll take a few minutes to dry, so just try not to touch it." I replied. He smiled at me, and just sat there for a second. I didn't quite know what to say. So I said the first thing that popped into mind.
"So, I'm excited for tonight."
"Me too." We both sat there for a second, and soon decided we should head off to the place he was playing his gig.
We pulled up to this place that was lit up with blue neon lights. It was loud, even from inside the car. He walked over and opened the door. I learned to not even try to open my own door. It was now Harry's job. I stepped out and he grabbed my hand, startling me at first since I didn't expect it. But soon my fingers intertwined with his as we walked into the bar together.
