Scars, Suicide and Australians

Tattoos

Ana's POV

"Ashtonnnn" I sang.

"What?" he asked grumpily.

We had been hanging out all day, and it was now 6pm. To start out we had been side by side on the couch and now somehow it had evolved so I was sitting up with Ashton's head on my lap and a bowl of popcorn on his stomach. He's not cheating on Brooke, we're just closer than life.

"You're coming with me, we're going somewhere" I told him excitedly.

"Do I have to move?" he complained.

"Yes, but don't worry it's for a good reason" I promised him.

"It better fucking be"

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"A tattoo parlour?" he asked.

"Well, duh." I sassed.

We walked in and up to the counter, where a heavy set middle aged man stood flicking through a newspaper.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"I want a tattoo on the side of my wrist, please. I have the drawing ready." he said. I looked at him in disbelief. This was the first time I had heard of him wanting a tattoo.

"Can I have a tattoo on my ribcage please. It's a quote but I know what quote I want." I asked.

"Follow me" He grunted.

We were lead into the back room where a woman about thirty sat.

"Hi, I'm Sara and I will be your tattoo artist. Who's going first and what are you having?" she smiled. Ash stepped forwards.

"I'll go first, I have the drawing of what I want here" he said, passing her a piece of paper. She studied it for a second, before putting it down and pulling some gloves on, sorting out the necessary needles and whatever.

Once she had started, I could see Ash visibly flinch. I walked over and he grabbed my hand so tight, I thought he would break my wrist (a/n you get that reference and I s2g I will love you forever)

About an hour later, Sara had finished Ashton's tattoo. She smiled at me, and threw away the dirty needles. Motioning towards the bed, she asked me what I wanted. I passed her the paper and laid down on the bed, lifting my shirt up to expose my ribcage. She grabbed some fresh needles and the right ink.

The second she put the needle against my skin, I was in excruciating pain. I grabbed Ashton's hand and squeezed tight. Then I told myself if I could slice my own skin, I could have a tattoo.

Two hours later, and she was done. I looked down at my tattoo, and smiled, because I knew it was a relatable quote to me and it would forever remind me of when I went on tour with four of my best friends, 5 Seconds of Summer.

'Pick you up if you fall to pieces, let me be the one to save you'

a/n oops i deleted the last two chapters (on purpose) I just didn't like the fact Luke cheated on her again so now I have this and I actually really like this chapter. sorry for not updating for literally ages, it was the last couple of weeks of school and I've literally had so much on. School holidays now so more updates hopefully and thank you for sticking with this terrible story.