One Direction Imagines

Harry

"But you already have like 5, how many do you need!?" My friend threw her hands in the air, she found my obsession with drawing tattoos unfathomable, and my increasing desire to put them on myself insane.

"Haha, look at it this way, it's a way of getting references. I wanna be an artist, right?" I threw my owns hands up, "I gotta get some cred."

"But why tattoos?"

"People wear tats. They WILL be seen by other people. It's the easiest way to show what you've got to a bunch of people." She shook her head, smiling. She passes me my drawing book off the table, passing it to me gently along with a colored ink pen.

"You've always impressed me, now...Impress me. And I'll get it." she shrugged carelessly, but the following smirk told me she was being serious.

"Seriously!?" Excitedly I jumped up to hug her, I'd been trying to get her to get one months! Especially one I designed. I sat back, exhaling. Relaxing my fingers, staring at her for a moment. "What do -"

"Na uh," she wagged her finger at me. "Impress me."

"Haha, oh no, alright." I relaxed again, trying to penetrate into my oldest memories of us, trying to pull together an abstract idea of everything that means so much to her. Love. She'd want something relative to love. She'd been dating her boyfriend for 2 years now, I'm sure she wouldn't mind a symbol, it's not like they're breaking up EVER. And time. She was an adamant believer that time was man-made yet she's very conscious of it. BUT she was also a simple person, so I couldn't go all out. Hm. I could work with that.

"Harry got another tattoo," she said trying to distract me. Oh what I'd give to tattoo him, that is after I take his perfect-curly-haired ass and-

"He's back in London,"

"Okay you can go, haha," I began my sketch, "I've got an idea." She left, giving a me don't-fuck-this-up look and I returned the favor. I pulled my legs into the chair with me, relaxing my drawing pad into my lap. I heard Take Me Home playing faintly in the distance. She must have turned it on while she was washing the dishes. I don't know why she does that.

The beautiful voices of "Last First Kiss" filled the room. I'd been humming along and hadn't realized my "sketch" became a full on drawing, that she would never allow to become a tattoo for her. Great. I jogged to the kitchen, finding her ipod and absent-mindedly turned to "Little Things". She looked up curiously, to find my face buried in my sketches again.

"Finished my tat?"

"...And.. done." I dragged her to the couch and I hopped on it, patting the seat beside me with a bright smile on my face. "Okay," I flipped to the first drawing facing it to her direction,

so this was the first-"

"that, no-"

"RIGHT, so I said 'Hm, simple and small, what should I do, la-lala-la,' AND SO," I flipped furiously to the next page jumping to the floor to present it. "TA DA!" She grabbed it from me, bringing it close to her face, analysing. "Uh huh, you like it, you want it, you like it, you can flaunt it," I chanted dancing around her. She laughed at me, nodding her head.

"I do like it," she put in in her lap, "quite a lot. You've got me all over this AND managed to keep it simple."

"Need I seduce you further?" I squinted my eyes, trying to achieve a seductive smolder.

"Please, how will I ever make it to the shop?" She covered her eyes, still laughing. "Let's go."

"Jade, you're gonna get it today?!" I clasped my hands together, so excited I didn't know what to do with myself. "I need to kiss you!"