Niall: "Shit," he groans, wincing slightly as the needle presses his skin, leaving dark ink embodied on his pale chest. "Wimp," you tease, smoothing out his hair and holding his hand as the tattoo artist inks his skin. "Not a wimp, just not used to being stabbed with a tiny needle," He bites his lip in pain as the tattoo artists finishes his masterpiece and wraps the blonde's torso in saran wrap. "So hot," you mumble onto his shoulder, gently running your fingers around his red skin. "I knew you'd love it, you've always had a thing for punks," he replies, turning around for a kiss.
Liam: "I can't believe you're doing this," you watch him tense his muscles and furrow his brows in pain as the artist tattoos his chest. "I've always wanted a chest tattoo, just never thought I could pull it off," he manages, his voice low with pain. "Almost done, mate," the artist mumbles, finishing off the wings with dark and small strokes. "You went from the innocent sensible one to a total tattooed bad ass, I love it," you purr, planting a kiss on his cheek.
Zayn: "No freaking way," your eyes widen when you realize where he was taking you--the local piercing shop. "Yup. I want to get my eyebrow pierced," he smirks, parking the car and raising a brow. "That's so hot," you admit, following him out of the car and giving his hand a squeeze. "It'll probably hurt like a bitch to get done." He shrugs and holds the door open for you, ushering you inside. "I've had nearly half my body tattooed, I think I can handle a bit of pain."
Harry: "A lip ring?" you question, watching wide-eyed as he walks through the door with metal glistening on his lower lip. "Really?" He nods and smiles, showing off his dimples and his new facial hardware. "It's so punk, innit?" he beams, his eyes searching for your approval. "I actually really like it...it suits you well," you admit, walking over for a closer look. "Only problem is I can't kiss you for a month while it heals," he pouts, gingerly touching his lips. "But we can...do other things..." he adds with a wink.
Louis: "No fucking way," you gasp, eyes wide as he steps into the flat with his hair a scarlet red. "I loved my temporary red hair for Red Nose Day charity so much so I decided to make it a bit more..." he pauses to fix his fringe. "Permanent?" You bite your lip and admire his red hair, tattooed body and Rolling Stones tank top. Punk Louis was actually a real reality...and he was all yours. "It looks amazing," you purr, running your fingers through his soft fringe. "Let's celebrate."
