Tattoos (Completed)

Chapter One

Harry's P.O.V.

It had been months since Harry had been truly happy. So much had happened in those months. His parents had moved away to L.A., only for him to be told shortly after that his step-dad Robin had passed away after a long battle with cancer. (R.I.P. Robin 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️) Every single notebook he ever had to write down what he was feeling, wether it be songs, random words, or complete nonsense, had been stolen from him and were no where to be found. He could only talk to his mum over the phone, even if it was whenever he needed, it still wasn't the same. But worst of all, what broke him the most, was when the band, his band went on break, and lost contact with each other. That completely and utterly shattered him, he didn't go a day without hoping one of them would call or text, he just couldn't bring himself to call them himself though.

Although Harry still occasionally wrote songs, he pushed himself to infact because he had promised Robin and his mum, Anne that he wouldn't stop writing and singing no matter what happened to the band. Although he did write, he didn't like the songs like he liked the ones from One Direction, he felt they weren't the same without the other boys. He felt they were somewhat, in his head, rubbish. He had since cut off his long locks, and now sported a short semi-curly hairstyle.

But each time something bad had happened to him, he got a tattoo to somewhat take his mind off the pain. So, he had quite the collection of tattoos on his body. They traveled down his left arm and across his chest, shoulders, and torso, onto his right arm, along with one of his left hand. His love for tattoos had grown, so he decided that while the band was on 'hiatus' as Niall used to call it, that he would be a tattoo artist. In fact, he was quite good at it. But even so, he couldn't quite be as happy as he was when he was with the band. But little did he know that all that would change when a girl walked into his tattoo shop.
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It was Saturday afternoon, quite a boring Saturday night I add, when I was in the back room drawing out a tattoo for a man who had come in last week. He had requested quite a big tattoo, but he was very specific about it, which caused it to take longer. I decided I was finished with it for the day after spending many hours on it. I walked out into the front of the shop where Luke, a fellow worker and friend of mine was sitting at the counter,
un-boxing new ink and tattoo needles that had just came in.

"Hey Luke, get anything good?", I ask, making him jump.
"Jesus Harry! You scared me!", He says, running his fingers through his somewhat quiff that was now turning into curls, much different from the high quiff he used to wear back when he and his band toured with us. Luke and his band mates are still working on music, but he does tattooing on the side to help pay for things. I laugh at him as he lets out a breath.
"Sorry mate, didn't mean to scare you", I say. He nods, returning to the boxes.
"I guess we got some good things. Some new electric blue ink, and you're favorite, pink", Luke says, waving around the pink ink in his hand. I laugh.
"Ha ha, you're so funny Lucas", I say, shaking my head playfully.
"I try Harold", he calls to me as I walk into the tattoo room to set everything up for the day. I hear him chuckle as he heads back to work.

Luke's bandmates Michael, Calum, and Ashton often stop by and sometimes help out in the shop, even tattooing people occasionally. I turned the lights on in the back and set up the chair. Suddenly a crash was heard from the front.
"Michael what the!-", I heard Luke yell. I only rolled my eyes, knowing Michael was here and had obviously knocked something over, nothing new. I walked out the the front, leaning up against the doorframe.
"What's going on out here?", I ask laughing as I crossed my arms. Luke and Michael both looked over at me, Michael's face getting a light red tint to it.
"Michael knocked over the box of stencils", Luke explains.
"No I didn't!", Michael protests.
"Yes you did!", Luke says. I shake my head.
"Michael, you obviously did, it's not the first time", I say laughing. He sighs, throwing his hands in the air in defeat. I laugh.
"Just help Luke pick them up would you, and maybe try not to knock anything else over", I say. I walk over to the counter and look through the list of appointments we had for the day. Surprisingly, there wasn't that many, allowing room for walk-ins.