The Clique

Part 4

This is the part where the boy sees past the enigma's strong walls.

It was no lie that Harry liked tattoos. 

I mean, he had over twenty within his first year of legally being allowed to, and he already had seven illegally when he was seventeen. There was just something about having something inked permanently on his skin that caused somewhat of a high for Harry, and he was addicted.

When he first moved to London, he got a craving for a new piece of ink. He liked getting them when he had reached important landmarks in his life, and moving to London was a pretty big one for him. So, he naturally googled the closest (and cleanest) parlor nearby and set off on his way. 

Zayn was his artist that day and carved the words Around here we don't look backwards for very long...We keep moving forward opening up new doors and doing new things...because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths into his skin,

When Zayn finished the tattoo and gave him a  discount because of the quote he had chosen, Harry knew he had to have him as mate. Sooner or later, he met Perrie, only once or twice, and then he was right where he was now. Selling pot on a day to day basis, unless he by chance was granted some money from his parents, which hadn't occurred for a while. When Perrie had seen the run down shack Harry had called home, she gave him his first job for Zayn and that was that.

Harry couldn't have imagined he would be where he was now.

But the past was in the past and Harry now had a nice apartment, sure he forgot to pay the bills and sometimes the elevator broke and he had to take the stairs but hey...who was he to complain?

When he got up that morning, Harry had felt that familiar high he would get right before he would walk into the parlor. He would take a hot shower, burning his pale skin, and look all over his body to find a new place for a new image. He decided that he was going to do what he had sworn he would never do: get a neck tattoo.

Not a big one, just one large enough to rest on the back of his neck. It was the closest he had ever gotten to his face, but Harry was feeling very outgoing today and dammit if he wasn't going to get a neck tattoo.

***

"I want a tattoo," he announced as he walked into Veins. He strutted in with his hands on his hips and a smirk planted on his lips. Zayn looked up from where he was sketching on the glass counter top. "Harry," he said gently, walking out from behind the counter, "are you high?" He placed his hand on his shoulder and squeezed it.

Harry just grinned madly at him and said," I want a tattoo, Z. And I  want Freddy to do it." 

***

After much arguing over the actual reason for getting the tattoo no Zayn, I actually want it not just have her touch me you twat, Zayn finally let up and allowed him to get it. 

"Okay, so you're sure?" Zayn asked him once more.