Protected [Harry Styles - AU]

chapter 23

I waited at the station while Lanie drew up my tattoo and spotted Harry across the room being tattooed by a rather large and intimidating guy. Harry was talking to the man and pointed at me, not knowing that I was watching him.

I blushed to myself to know that he was talking about me.

I wondered to myself what Harry was getting tattooed. But pulling me out of my thoughts, Lanie had returned with the stencil for my tattoo.

"Alright, are you ready?" she asked, smiling.

"I think so!" I said confidently.

"Okay, well I'm going to put the stencil on your arm and you can check it out in the mirror and tell me if you like it."

I nodded and stuck out my right wrist.

"Do you want it facing towards you or facing outward?" she asked.

"Facing me!"

She skillfully placed the stencil over my wrist. The tattoo itself wasn't bigger than a square inch, but I liked that. Small yet meaningful.

"You can go look at it in the full length mirror!" Lanie told me.

I hobbled over to the mirror and checked out the stencil. It looked amazing!

I struggled back to the station. I hated the crutches but I loved the tattoo.

"I love it!" I explained.

Lanie smiled, "Great, let's get started!"

I sat down on the chair and held out my arm to her. She had to reposition so she wouldn't be writing upside down, but she started immediately after.

She started the tattoo gun and I felt it press up against my skin. Umm Ouch.

"This is your first tattoo isn't it?" she assumed.

I lightly laughed, "Yes it is."

"So why are you getting this tattoo?" she asked.

"Well, I had a shitty dad when I was younger. But I learned not to let him ruin me. Everyone has something in their life that sucks and it just is what it is. There isn't anything you can do about it. You jut have to overcome those things, and move on with your life," I explained.

"That's really beautiful. And I can relate to you on having a shitty dad. Mine was an alcoholic and didn't even get help till I was out of college. So I never really saw my dad as anything other than a drunken mess my whole childhood."

"It's sort of nice knowing that there are other people going through things similar to our own problems. It's just kind of encouraging to know you're not the only one going through stuff."

"I really like that," she explained, "So is that your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, how can you tell?" I asked, smiling because of the mention of Harry.

"Sweetie, he hasn't taken his eyes off of you since you walked in," she raised an eyebrow.

I blushed and looked over at Harry who was getting something tattooed on his right shoulder.

"So what happened to your knee?" she asked, nodding her head toward my knee.

Shit.

"Well it's kind of a long story, but basically, I got in a car accident last week."

"What happened?" she prodded.

Again. Shit.

"Well this lunatic rammed into me while I was sitting in a parking lot," I explained.