Inevitable

Chapter 23

It's been a week since I last talked to Louis. It's been eating me alive. What did I do? Why does this always happen to me? I get somewhat attached and start to like a guy and then BOOM, M.I.A. Ugh, whatever. I need to show him what he's missing, Jess says. I don't know how to do that. I'm not confident and my low self esteem is now shot to hell. Thank you Louis Tomlinson.

"Rhenn!" I hear Jess scream, from the living room.

"Whaaaatttt." I groan.

"Get the hell up." She shoves our bedroom door open.

I'm under the covers in my bed on instagram. scrolling through pictures not really looking at them. I'm just passing the time by waiting until I'm thirsty or until I can sleep. I haven't showered or eaten for two days. I'm living on water and wifi.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes. Get up we have tattoo appointments." She says as she rips back the cover.

"Ugh, fine. Give me a 20 minutes."

"I'm literally timing your ass."

"Kay, fine!!" I stomp away.

I hop in the shower really quick and let the warm water run down my face. The music playing from my phone is Good Girls by 5sos. I haven't hung out with them in a couple weeks. We've all texted back and forth a bit. But, I miss those boys.

When I get out of the shower I send a group message to them telling them we should hangout soon. I pull on some light skinny jeans and a maroon sweater that says 'HIPSTER' with two white stripes wrapping around the arms, and white converse with blue and red stripes across the rubber sole. I let my hair air dry and apply some mascara. I'm too lazy and to 'done' to care anymore. I'm not impressing anybody.

When I come out of the room Jess is sitting in our living room wearing white vans with black skinny's, a white pullover with a baggy flannel shirt over the top and a gray chunky beanie. Her hair is in loose waves that fall to her ribs.

"Ready?" she asks standing up and pulling up her pants.

"Si." I say blandly.

We decided on taking a taxi downtown. The place we are getting our tattoos done, is one of the shops Zayn recomended. It's called Wien Tätowierung Geschäft.

Meaning Vienna Tattoo Shop. It sounds so much cooler un-translated.

When we get inside we set up our appointment with Arthur. He did a couple of Zayn's tattoos.

"Ladies how can I help you?"

I turned to look in surprise when the man spoke. He wasn't German. He was full blown British.

"Uhm, we have two appointments with Arthur." Jess says, also surprised.

"That would be me. You must be Rhennie and Jess, correct?"

"Yep that's us." She says in a chimy voice.

He was a tall man. He had a dark beard. His chest tattoo peeked through his blue plaid shirt, that wasnt buttoned up all the way. His sleeves were rolled up and he had two beautifully colored sleeves that connected to the letters on his knuckles. He had dark eyes and a tattoo above his brow that said 'Faith'. Arthur was definitley a tattoo artist. You could tell by the air he had around him. Proud and creative.

"This your first tattoo girls?" He says arrogantly.

"No. I have 8." I fire back at him.

"and I have 6." Jess says, the sass clear in her voice.