Harry Styles Imagines

(92) - tattoos

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"Hey.", I jumped beside the awkward frog.
"Oh. Hi.", he smiled and pecked my lips. He turned the television on and we watched Jamie Oliver cooking one of his dishes. He was preparing some kind of cake, and I bet that Harry was already thinking about it finishing in his tummy.

"What's up?", Harry looked at me curiously.
"Oh nothing, I just want a tattoo.", I played with his fingers.

"Hmm. Really?", he looked at me with an incredulous expression.
"Hey, why are you looking at me like that? Don't you think that I can't bear some little pain.", I rolled my eyes, not believing my own words.

"Sure.", he smirked. "That's why, when you fell off your bike you cried as if you had your leg broken.", my boyfriend chuckled at the memory, an action that made me roll my eyes.

"I thought we were over this.", I slapped his arm lightly and he simply smiled softly.
"Never.", after the words were spoken, he chose to let his head rest on my chest; a position he enjoyed too much.

He closed his eyes and I stroked his soft hair.

"I'm being serious about the tattoo.", I told him, kissing his forehead.
"Hmm. Tell me then. What would you like to get?", he opened his eyes lazily.

"I thought about getting...","Oh yeah, I wanted 'One Direction' on my wrist.", I smiled at my slightly clichè choice, but I was done caring about the people that judged my decisions.

"If we ever have kids, they're going to ask what that means.", Harry laughed, making me smile because his happiness was contagious. He closed his eyes again, probably thinking about what he had just said.

"Well, then they are going to ask why you have a naked mermaid on your arm.", I rolled my eyes, mentally slapped my forehead and laughed at the same, remembering his kother's reaction to it.

"I'm just going to tell them that it's their mother.", he laughed, my eyes widened and I slapped his arm in protest.
"Hey! Stroke my hair.", he protested.

"Fine, fine.", I gave up and continued with the soothing strokes. "But, are you going to hold my hand Harry? Please?", I pouted.

"I thought that it was nothing but little pain for you.", he looked up at me, his lips curling up as he realised what I had just said.

C'mon it's just a tattoo, it's not going to be that painful.

"Indeed. I'll show you.", my words reassured Harry, but not me.

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"Shit, Harry. This guy is trying to kill me with this machine.", I told him as I felt the anxiety build in my chest at the noise.
"Shh baby. I'm here, I'll hold your hand. Just remember: giving birth will be more painful.", I almost choked as he laughed at his own words.

"It hurts Harry.", I fake cried and felt my sweaty forehead.
"Baby he didn't even start.", I squeezed his hand and took a look at his now concerned face.

I sat on that huge black chair with Harry beside me and the man who was getting my tattoo ready, sat on another chair beside his desk.

"I'll be there baby. Shh.", he stroked my hair and kissed my forehead.
"I'm having a panic attack, Harry.", I told him shakely.

"No, no baby. Just take deep breaths and remember that I'm here with you. If it hurts, just squeeze my hand as hard as you can. Alright?", I nodded and took deep breaths.

"I love you. You know.", I told him.
"I love you too. And if it makes feel you better, I'm going to get the same tattoo as you, baby.", he smiled.

"Are you crazy?", I looked at him with wide eyes.
"Nah, just for you.", I rolled my eyed at his words.

"The band means so much to me, also. For you too, of course.", he kissed my lips.

"The tattoo is ready. Ma'am are you ready for it?", the extremely tattooed man asked me. I looked at Harry, smiled and nodded.

"Yes.", I made myself comfortable on the chair and put my forearm on the small table.

I felt like Draco Malfoy as he got the Dark Mark.
I laughed at the thought.

Get your shit together. Draco suffered because of the bald idiot.

I mentally slapped my cheeks and started feeling the pain of the burning tattoo machine on my wrist.

"Ouch.", I said quietly and squeezed Harry's hand lightly.
Harry kissed my forehead and looked as the nail of the tattoo gun engraved my skin.

Then I felt him squeeze my hand and kiss my forehead once again.

The tattoo was finally done after long 15 minutes of not so painful pain.

"Thank you so much.", I told the tattoo artist and afterwards he gave me a small bottle of cream for the tattoo that I had to use for ten days and then he wrapped my wrist with something transparent.

I had to wait for Harry.
The boy just strongly wanted the same tattoo that I had.

"Yeeeeah!", Harry squealed as soon as his was done.
"We match!", he stood up and earned an eye roll from the tattoo artist.

He hugged me and spinned me around.

"Dude calm down. I've got to wrap your wrist.", the man stood up and took the same bandage from the drawer.

"Yeah. Yeah.", he smiled at me and sat back down.

The tattooed man came back and wrapped Harry's wrist with a bandage.

"Thank you so much.", I shook his hand and Harry did the same.

We paid, and we both left the shop, heading towards the car.

"Did it hurt baby?", I asked him.
"Nah.", he laughed and as soon as we were seated and ready, he started driving.
"I'm glad.", I smiled.

"I'm glad too, that it didn't hurt.", I rolled my eyes playfully at his comment.

"Jokes apart, I really hope you don't regret the tattoo.", he took my hand in his, still keeping his eyes on the road in front of us.
"And that it didn't hurt.", he kissed the back of my hand.

"Nah, I'll never regret it and no it didn't hurt that much.", I took a breath, looking at my bandaged wrist.

"Did that idiot put more pressure on your wrist? I swear-"

"I'm good Harry. Shouldn't it be normal for someone like me?", I offered him a smile.

"I guess.", I took the hand that was holding mine and kissed the back of it.

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After our short ride, we finally came home and put the cream on both our tattoos.

"I'm so tired.", Harry whined wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Aww baby frog is tired without even doing anything.", I stroked his curly hair.

"Oh yes I did. I had to drive. Hold your hand that was literally crushing mine and drive. Again. Oh and put the cream on my and your delicate wrist.", he counted all of the things he did on his fingers.
I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Let's cuddle on bed and sleep.", he happily smiled and after we changed in comfortable clothes, we laid on our big bed.

Harry wrapped his arms around my waist and put his head on my chest, with me stroking his chocolate hair.

And with that my tired frog fell asleep.

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Written the 16th of April 2018.
Published the 20th of April 2018.