mnemophobia | dh + pl

thirteen

a/n: I've decided I'm going to rewrite the first few chapters. It will be a similar concept, and nothing drastic will change, but it will be different. I'll let yall know what I changed when I finish editing xoxoxox

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT DAN'S VIDEO? JFNDKFNDK

Dan's pov

Phil gently massaged my shoulders, his voice gentle. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yeah." I nodded, anxiously chewing on my lip.

"You don't sound very sure."

I turned to face him. "I am! I'm just... Will it hurt?"

The corner of his mouth turned up. "Probably, but it will be worth it in the end."

I nodded slowly, turning back around. "Alright, I'm ready."

Phil's lips brushed my shoulder, then something cold was pressed against my skin and the smell of alcohol filled the air. "Just take a few breaths."

I did as Phil said, breathing deeply. I felt myself calm down a little.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

I heard a click, then a whirring noise. After a second, the tattoo gun met my skin. I winced, digging my fingers into the leather seat. It felt like, well, getting repeatedly stabbed by a tiny needle. It was a weird pain—it certainly stung, but it also felt sort of dull, like someone was rubbing me with sandpaper.

Phil had been more than happy to give me my first tattoo. In fact, he insisted that I come after hours so he wouldn't be distracted by any other customers. It was something I had been wanting to do for a while, but I hadn't quite mustered up the guts for. I guess seeing how happy Phil was with all his tattoos was the push I needed.

Some time passed, I eventually found myself gazing into the large mirror on the wall. I could see Phil hunched over behind me, working carefully. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth and his brows were furrowed in concentration. A strand of hair had fallen out of place and was hanging down, gently brushing the top of his eyebrows. He was wearing one of his sleeveless shirts today, leaving his arms exposed. I could see the patterns crawling up his arm and eventually down his chest, winding across his skin to form gorgeous designs. My heart skipped a beat as I watched him lean back, smiling slightly—he had to be the most attractive person on the planet.

"I've finished the outline, I just need to color everything in now," he murmured, stopping to change the ink.

Without the constant pressure, the pain was finally able to sink in. I winced as the dull sting intensified. "How long does this pain last?" I groaned.

Phil leaned down, pressing a kiss to my hair. "Not long. You're doing amazing, love."

...

"I'm done."

I felt my whole body relax, my shoulders slumping. Though the stinging wasn't as bad as it was earlier, the tattooed area ached with every movement I made. "Thank God...How does it look?"

"See for yourself." I heard a small click, then Phil held his phone out to me.

I gasped, taking the device from him. A beautiful cherry blossom branch sprouted across my shoulder blade, a few pink petals falling from the tree. The warm colors complimented my pale skin, bringing life to it. "Phil..." I turned to face him.

Phil gave me an anxious smile, biting his lip. "You like it, right?"

I leaned forward, meeting his lips in a brief kiss. "I love it! It's beautiful,"