Business & Pleasure [h.s] [ON HOLD]

seven

"Forget it." Phoebe crossed her arms against her chest. She was determined to stick her ground.

"C'mon Pheeb." Harry was growing impatient. They had pulled into the driveway of a  tattoo parlor 20 minutes ago, but Phoebe refused to go in.

"I'm not getting a tattoo, Styles." She shrugged.

"Fine, then you can watch me get a new one."

"Do you even have room for another one?" She playfully searched his forearm for an empty space.

"Very funny, are you coming in or what?"

"Whatever. But don't you dare think I'm changing my mind!" She grunted before letting herself out of his car. The two headed towards the entrance of the parlor. The sign at the top of the shop simply read "INK"; Phoebe already wanted to turn around.

"Eddie!" Harry yelled once they walked into the shop. It was a small shop, a little smaller than Phoebe's apartment. The walls were a burgundy color, and had different tattoo designs framed sporadicly. There were only six tattoo stations which already occupied three people. Interestingly enough, each station had black recliner chairs for the customers to sit in.

At least their comfortable. Phoebe thought.

Suddenly, a scruffy man with ginger hair emerged from the back; his arms covered in tattoos. Yet for some odd reason, Phoebe found them intriguing. He had many colorful elements to his tattoos. One especially catching her attention.

"Is that Puss in Boots?" She asked with glee as she gazed at a tattoo of Phoebe's favorite character from the movie Shrek. 

Eddie laughed and held out his hand. "You must be Phoebe, it's very nice to finally meet you."

"Eddie has down most of my tattoos, he's an absolute genius." Harry wrapped his arm around Eddie's shoulder, "He'll be taking care of us tonight."

"Harry tells me that you two are getting matching tattoos?" Eddie beamed.

"He told you wrong." Phoebe huffed.

"She's just a little nervous, Ed." Harry winked.

"Shall we start with you then, Harold?"

"We shall."

**

"Are you sure this doesn't hurt?" Because where Phoebe was sitting, it looked pretty painful. Harry had decided to get a cross tattooed on the skin between his thumb and his finger, and surprisingly he hadn't even flinched.

"I'm used to the pain." He shrugged. Phoebe continued to watch Eddie work his magic, she had to admit it was kind of cool. The needle continued to glide across the thenar space. 

"So what do you say?" Harry interrupted her observation.

"Matching tattoos?" Her body cringed.

"It can be a small one, love."

"I don't know... What if something goes wrong?"

"That's exactly why we came to Ed! You're in the best hands."

"It would have to be somewhere where no one could see it." Phoebe warned.

"Wait... what are you saying?" Harry's eyes widened with optimism.

Phoebe sat in the open recliner next to him hoping that it would answer his question.

"Phoebe Cunningham, you never cease to amaze me. Hey Joe, would you mind assisting my lovely lady please?"

Once Ed had finished Harry's tattoo, Phoebe began to ponder tattoo ideas. What type of tattoo belonged on Phoebe Cunningham's body? That question sounded like absolute rubbish. 

"What about an anchor?" Harry asked.

"Absolutely not." Phoebe scrunched her nose in repulsion.

"A heart?"

"Nope."

Harry locked eyes with her before he asked his next question cautiously, "how about my initials?"

Phoebe's eyes widened, "excuse me? Most people would advise against that."

"The way I see it," he inched closer to her, "this tattoo will always be meaningful. No matter what happens with us, you'll always mean something to me, Phoebe Cunningham."

Phoebe could feel her heart melting by the second. She didn't know how one person could cause her to break down every barrier she had around her heart. Normally, the answer to getting a tattoo - let alone a tattoo of someone's initials- wouldn't even be up for discussion. It had only been a couple of days since Harry had strolled back into her life, and he had already turned her world upside down. The near future seemed so dangerous, yet so alluring.

Placing a kiss soft kiss on Harry's lips Phoebe replied, "okay."

Harry smiled brightly. "Where do you want it?"

Without much contemplation, Phoebe slipped her dress off of her shoulder and tapped against the skin between her breast and her back.

"Here." She hummed.

Harry eyes were filled with seduction as he watched Phoebe rub against the naked skin. "You heard the women." He whispered before biting his lip.

Phoebe's chair was pushed all the way back and was asked to lay face down. She began to feel fear rush back into her veins. Was she really about to do this? Then she felt Harry's hand against the small of her back, and all fear seemed to wash away. She felt him take hold of her hand - which had been clenched only seconds before.

"If it hurts, just squeeze my hand." He advised softly.

It did indeed hurt. The needle felt like it was being dragged harshly across her bare skin and there was an annoying pricking sensation to top it off.

"How on earth do you have so many of these?!" She moaned in agony. She was beginning to question how sane Harry actually was. 

"Just give it a few more minutes, you'll be done soon my love." Again, Harry managed to calm her restlessness.

**

"I can't believe we just got matching tattoos..." The pain on Phoebe's side was enough to confirm her disbelief.

"Of each other's initials." Harry added slyly. He began helping her with her coat. "What do I owe you, Ed?"

"It's on the house. I have a thing for newbies." Eddie chuckled before kissing Phoebe's hand politely. "It's been a pleasure love. Harry, take care of this one now she looks like she's about to faint."

"I've got her, don't worry. We'll see you soon, mate."

"We just got matching tattoos..." Phoebe repeated once more.

"C'mon love, let's g-" but Harry's words were cut off by shutters and flashes of cameras. He roughly pushed Phoebe behind him, his hand quickly grasping hers. "Hold onto me." He ordered as he made his way through the massive crowd.

"HARRY! Is this you're new girlfriend?" one man yelled aggressively.

"Are you in love?" yelled another.

Phoebe was blinded by the excessive amount of flashing lights. It was only after Harry had helped her into his car that she sighed in relief.

"IDIOTS!" He spat as he hit his steering wheel.

"It's alright Harry, really." Phoebe placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Do you wanna go somewhere private?" He asked once he regained his composure.

"I would love to."

**