Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Inkings

Y/N's POV

I'm working on my uni work, sorting through piles and piles of papers, and trying to decide which one should be a priority. After I sorted all of them, I slowly work through them, with a peaceful silence in the room.

I usually work on the living room table but today, I don't want the TV to be a distraction. So here I am, seated on our kitchen table. I'm going to get through all of this as soon as possible so I don't have to stress about it and when Harry gets back, we'll have time to relax.

At one point, I came across a difficult question and out of habit, I had placed my pen on my cheek and was moving my hand back and forth on it. Call me weird, but when I'm trying to think, I usually fiddle with my pen and flick it around my face.

I was so concentrated that when Harry shouted out his usual "I'm back!", I looked up at the clock and realized it has been an hour since I first started.

"In here!" I shouted back, excited to see him after such a long day.

Harry happily came in, but when he saw my face, he burst out laughing. He laughed so hard that he had bent on his knees several times.

I looked at him, perplexed but giggled along with him as his laugh is just so contagious.

"What's so funny?" I asked, as I gave him a questioning glance and he just looked at me, amused.

He came over to me, giving me a gentle head lock, his biceps slightly showing, turning me on. He then proceeded to give me an affectionate head noogie, rubbing his knuckles across my hair and ruffling it playfully.

"Oh baby, you're so adorable..." He coos at me in the middle of the head noogie.

"Huh?" I was obviously still not getting what he's talking about. Suddenly, he took out his phone from his pocket and took a couple of quick snaps.

"What the-? Harry, stopppppp!!!" I whined at him, a little too late when I realized. I stood up and tried to grab his phone away from him.

Harry chuckled as he easily dodges my attacks. He finally showed me the picture and at that moment, I swore to myself never to fiddle with my pen again because.... the picture of me showed me face (especially my right cheek) completely covered in black pen ink.

I screamed in sheer terror as I bolted to the toilet to go wash this off. Before I could dash, Harry grabbed my wrist and pulled me back into him.

"Don't even think about washing that off so soon, darling... You look so cute like that." Harry murmured and kissed me on the lips lovingly.

I quickly pulled away, insecure and embarrassed of my appearance. Harry gently stroked my cheeks and pecked my lips lightly again.

"Baby, I love how quirky you are so please don't change that." Harry said deeply.

I mocked his tone and said: "Baby, if I don't wash this off, I will die of extreme toxic seeping through my skin. And I'm sure you and I don't want that to happen."

Harry laughed and finally agreed to let me wash it off but before that, he noted: "Hey, that looks like a heart shape over there!" He pointed just near the corner of my mouth.

I used his phone camera and agreed to his statement. "Looks a lot like you black heart tattoo."

Suddenly, it's as if a lightbulb went out in Harry's head as he got the black pen lying on the desk and started drawing an imitation of his "Things I can't" tattoo on my arm.

I rolled my eyes as I just told him how the ink is toxic and he had forgotten all about it. Dork.

For some reason, I ended up joining in the fun as I grabbed another black pen from my pencil case and drawing Harry's tattoos on mine. Soon, my arms are covered with the poorly drawn handshake, pirate ship, silver spoon, the three nails and the skeleton sailor.

The both of us are so wrapped up in it, unable to control our laughter at the sight of me. There's even a moment where Harry wanted to do the fern leaves on my torso but I giggled, stopping him from going any further.

"Oi, that's enough now, boy. I think I know where this is heading... are you going to suggest drawing the butterfly next?" I smirked then continued. "Besides, there's so much toxic in my system right now I'll be dead before I'm 20."

Harry chuckled a bit at my joke but I knew he was quite sensitive when I said I'll be dying soon. There's just a hint of concern in his eyes.

Harry took a couple of pictures of me with the end product and we snapped matching couple tattoo pictures.

After that, I went on to shower, even though I knew I'll still look like a bloody mess when I come out, but not that I minded anyway. To be honest, I didn't exactly try too hard to wash the tats off anyways... my face I scrubbed hard though...

Harry had posted the picture on Twitter and Instagram of both our arms linked together, showing off our matching tats. I giggled at his caption: "Someone's a little jealous... But I ain't complaining ;) "

I retweeted him: "Oh right, I'm soooo jealous.... Says the person who started drawing on my arm in the first place...."

I also posted a picture of me flexing my arms, grinning at the camera, tats fully exposed as I'm just wearing a black tank top. With that, I've attached another picture of Harry's original tattoos. My caption was: "Gucci vs Target haha"

We spent the rest of the day cuddling and admiring my new inks. I also had to buy new black pens to replace those we've used up doing the tats. Definitely not a waste of ink though, in my opinion... ;)

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I honestly feel like my writing has a lot of grammar mistakes... :( Please bear with me and correct me if you've spotted any ^

btw, this imagine was inspired by myself because I had a small black pen line across my cheek today haha

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Love, Cheryl   x