Sidemen Imagines

Tattoo (Harry?/Simon? Part 1)

This is the first part of 3, hope you enjoy.

Needles, stabbing and pain, all awaiting me in a few minutes as I sat in the waiting room to have my first ever tattoo done. I couldn't hide the fact that I was nervous and my sweating hands demonstrated that along with my shaking legs. I had decided to come along with Simon because he was one of my best friends who I'd known in forever and even though I was dating Harry I didn't want him to come because I wanted it to be a surprise for him. Sure he'd seen the design and agreed but he didn't know where I was having it and pictures are always different to the real thing.

"Miss (L/N)?" the lady at reception asked looking down to me as I was the only girl in the waiting area. I nodded back in response. "Your tattooist is ready for you now", she said showing me the way as I got up off the sofa a little hesitantly looking to Simon who nodded before I sadly left him and followed the lady into the back of the shop. The walls were covered in detailed drawings, colourful paintings and photos of past tattoos. The artwork was impeccable, I was glad I had chosen this studio. I sat down on the black leather chair rubbing my palms on my jeans to get rid of the sweat that had gathered again.

"Hi (Y/N) I'm Romeo", he said shaking my hand which I shock back and then placed it on my lap taking hold of my other hand trying to hide the nerves. "Now I've been told this is your first tattoo, am I right in saying so?" Romeo asked soothingly obviously sensing my nerves and trying to help.

"Yes this is my first tattoo", I reply back keeping eye contact trying to sound fine with it.

"There isn't anything to worry about, I will take good care of you", he told me reassuringly, this made me feel slightly better as I rolled back my shoulders relaxing them. "Do you have any questions before we start?" he followed up with and I shook my head truthfully. "Alright then let's get started."

The pain was tolerable, just. I bit down on my tongue at times thinking it would ease the magma flowing through my veins, I kept telling myself repeatedly until I started to believe it even if it wasn't true. If you tell yourself a lie often enough you will start to believe it so that's what I did. I knew the pain would be worth it in the end, wouldn't it? What if it wasn't? What if I regretted it instantly, I would be stuck with it permanently. Fear consumed me. My head started to rain heavily down my forehead and crept onto my cheeks. I wiped away some of the sweat but I couldn't stop it. It was endless and I couldn't hide it. What would Romeo think of me, I didn't want him to see the dread upon my face and think I was a scared young woman who couldn't take a few needle pricks, a loser?

(1 hour and a half later)

I buried my face into the seat so that no one could see me and most importantly so I didn't have to see what they thought of me. If I couldn't see them then they didn't exist for the time being. I hugged the leather underneath where I'd buried my face with my arms. The pain started to calm down a little but still throbbed a lot. How much longer was the tattoo going to take? If it is going to be any more than 10 minutes I think I will pass out I thought to myself until I was jolted out of my thoughts by a large soft hand trying to take hold of mine. I looked up from the darkness to be pleasantly greeted by Harry's gleaming azure eyes. Hundreds of questions wanted to be asked but my mouth disagreed swallowing any words that tried to escape. I would just have to ask later.

I held back the tears toughly that were trying to exit my water ducts as I managed a smile through the ruthless pain where the machine was engraving my skin. He smiled as he stared sympathetically into my eyes whilst rubbing his thumbs over my hands to calm me down before cradling his left hand onto my face; I leaned onto his hand seeking comfort and familiarity. He ran his fingers through my hair that he pinned back behind my ear from being plopped in front of my eyes moments before. Then he inched closer to me before lightly touching my lips with his, sending soothing medicines directly to my spot of pain.