Fear WILL Find You // IT // Bill Skarsgard

Chapter 21

Lyles POV.

It is a Sunday, the parlour should be shut but today it isn't. Ivy, Odette, James, Denis, Isabelle, and I are all inside. Denis and Ivy are upstairs with James allowing him to look through all of the books and different albums. I am sitting in a large black chair as Isabelle sits at one side of me and Odette sits at the other. Odette is holding onto my right wrist as she is tattooing on a small heart and star, the ones James drew a while ago. I decided to get this done, both because they are special to me and also to cheer James up after everything that has happened.

"I can't believe you are getting a small tattoo!" Odette smirked as she washed over the star and heart to take away the blood as I fake laughed before drawing her daggers, causing us all to laugh, even Isabelle. Odette wrapped up the tattoo in cling-film before I ran up the stairs to the record store, hearing them all talking and music playing softly. I walked in as I scanned the room for James before running over to him as I fell to my knees in front of him and held my arm out as he took it in his hands.

"YOU GOT IT TATTOOED AUNTIE LYLE!" his voice boomed as I nodded, tears filling my eyes before he threw himself at me, his small arms going around me as much as they could as I placed both of my arms around his small frame. Denis and Ivy looked down with a smile on their faces before Denis pulled Ivy in closer to him, placing a small kiss on her head. They were so happy to be a little family again and I think seeing James being so excited about something after being so scared of everything for a while really made them happy.

"Can you tattoo them on me?" James suddenly asked as I looked at his small face, his eyes so full of happiness and the largest grin on his face. "Go and tell Odette that I'm going to give you a small tattoo the same as mine and she will get you ready, okay? I'll be down in a minute" I explained to the excited child as he instantly began to run down the stairs as I stood up. "The most amazing memories have happened in these stores" Ivy said in awe as she smiled at me before smiling up at Denis as I instantly ruined the moment.

"I know what has happened in those stores and to me it is not an amazing memory" I smirked as Ivys hand flew to her mouth as she gasped and Denis began to laugh, throwing his head back before walking away slightly, shaking his head. They may have forgotten for that moment but god I will never forget taking vinyl's into that store and seeing them going at it behind the desk. I swear that is the quickest I have ever ran out of the store. And also the quickest I have ordered a carpet cleaner...

I walked down the stairs to see James sitting in the large leather chair as I sat in the stool next to him. I picked up the oldest tattoo gun I own, not putting the needle in before I dipped it in ink. This was the only way I could fake that I was tattooing him. I used ink that I use for my fountain pen to make sure it would stick on as I began to draw on the star and heart, Odette and Isabelle watching as they laughed at the small boy who was asking what all the fuss was about when people were getting tattoos because it isn't sore.

I wrapped up the fake tattoos which took half an hour due to waiting on them to dry and James talking. Ivy and Denis walked down the stairs, both of them looking slightly flustered as I rolled my eyes. I don't want to know what happened up those stairs. James showed them both the "tattoos" as the door opened and heavy footsteps were heard before a figure appeared in the doorway. Everyone looked at me in shock apart from James who looked confused at the sudden switch of energy in the room.

"I am the new tattooist, Odette told me to come in today so she can show me the parlour" he spoke with a cheeky grin as he looked at me and I stared back at him. He was still the exact same as I remember him, not even aging in the slightest. His deep brown eyes looked me up and down as he raised his eyebrow before biting his lip as I thought I was going to throw up. I looked at his knees, his tattoos showing through the rips of the tight black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt covering his body, his black hair messy at the long area on the top, the sides shaven just like they always were.