Tattoos (Completed)

Chapter 4

Harry's P.O.V.

It's been a few months since Devon and I went out, when I showed her the Wembley Arena. We've been on many dates since then. She's even started helping out at the shop when she can. She's been staying over at my house a lot, which makes me happy because I don't like living alone. Last night I stayed at her house though, her cat Teddy hogging me. Ever since I first went to Devon's house, her cat Teddy had been all over me. I've always liked cats, I had my cats Molly and Dusty growing up, so Teddy was great to have around. Devon's house was close by, only ten minutes from my house, so we sometimes just drop by each other's flats when we're bored. I'm loving getting to spend time with her, she makes my life absolutely perfect.

I woke up this morning, and Devon was still asleep, so I decided to take a shower before heading into work. The warm water felt great on my tense muscles from working all week, my curly hair was now becoming more tame than it used to be. When I got out of the shower, I threw on a random pair of jeans, letting my hair do whatever it wanted. I walked back into the bedroom in search of a shirt, when Devon's gasp caught my attention. I turn to look at her laying in bed, smiling at me.
"Like what you see?", I ask, smirking at her. She nods.
"You look nice", She says, sitting up.
"I'm not wearing anything but pants, Dev", I say, finding a shirt on the dresser.
"That's my point, Styles", She says. I laugh, pulling the shirt over my head, before leaning down to give her a kiss.
"I'll see you after work babe", I say, kissing her lips.
"Four thirty right?", She asks.
"Yup, see you then, love", I say, waving to her before heading out the door.
"Love you!", she calls. I laugh.
"Love you too!", I call back, walking out the front door.

I drove to work, there being minimal traffic which is unusual for London. My mum is flying out this weekend to stay with us for a while, and finally meet Devon. I was a little bit nervous, but I had talked to my mum about Devon, and from what I can tell she likes her so far. Lately, Luke has been coming into the shop before me because he wants to help out more. The shop has been doing well, people coming in a lot more ever since Devon had come in, which is a little bit odd.

I walked into the shop to see Luke at his usual spot at the counter, typing on the computer.
"Hey mate", I say, putting my keys into my jacket pocket, before taking in off and putting on the chair behind the counter. Luke looks up smiling.
"Hey Harry, you're in later today", He says, watching my walk towards him.
"Yeah, I was at Devon's", I say. Luke smirks at me.
"Oh, at Devon's huh?", He asks. I just laugh.
"Not funny, Luke", I say, shaking my head.
"I like to think it was", he says, writing something down.
"Yeah well, don't think to much. Don't want to set the smoke alarms off", I say, patting his shoulder as I walked by him, earning a 'pfft' noise from his mouth.
"Very funny, Harold!", he calls to me.
"Thanks, Lucas!", I call back, sitting down at the desk to finish the man's tattoo I had been working on the day Devon came in.

He was coming in today, and to be honest he was kind of an arsehole. He made me re-do the tattoo four times because he said it wasn't what he wanted and that I didn't do it right. So I was just hoping he liked it and I could just tattoo him already so he'd leave me alone so I could work on other customers who actually liked my work.

A couple minutes later the bell to the shop rang, signaling that the guy was there. I got up and walked out, offering the guy a smile.
"Good morning Frank, how are you today?", I ask. The man just rolls his eyes, and scoffs.
"Whatever, just show me the tattoo and let's get this done with", Frank says, making me ball my hands into a fist with anger. But, I didn't do anything, I just nodded.
"Right, I'll be right back", I say. I walk back into the office and grabbing the tattoo stencil and walking back to give it to Frank.
"So what do you think?", I ask. He rubs his hand on his chin, sighing.
"I dot know, it still doesn't look right", he says, in a rather harsh tone.
"Listen Frank, I have a lot of other clients I have to do. I can't keep fixing it a million times, it's not fair to the other customers. So you're gonna have to go with that or find someone else to do it", I say, sighing a little bit.