Crazy | {h.s}

Ribcage Tattoos; Bubble Baths

"Kitten, I know you're nervous, but we really don't have time for this. It's a 20 minute drive to Chichester." Harry says, shoving another piece of candy into his mouth and trying to pull me out of my flat by my hand.

Today was the day Harry had planned me an appointment at Zayn's tattoo parlor, but ever since I woke up, I've been scared out of my mind. The fact that this is really, probably happening has been freaking me out and Harry has been doing absolutely nothing to help calm me down.

"Perrie will be there too, and maybe the babies, too. What are you so worried about?"

But even a question as simple as that was hard for me to answer because even I didn't know my problem.

But with a shaky hand and a quickly beating heart, I take his hand as he leads us to his car. 

He feeds me a couple pieces of candy along the way, probably hoping to distract me, maybe to calm me down in general, but I'm not too sure that it's working.

"Does it hurt?" I ask.

Harry buckles me in and then runs around to the drivers side, "Tattoos?"

I nod.

He shrugs, "It's a pinch, and it doesn't hurt for long. It's like spankings, you know? Like, they hurt, but it fades pretty quickly." He trails off.

There's a moment of pause before he continues, "And like, if you sit down right after a spanking then, like, it hurts, but for the most part you're okay. And that's like with a tattoo too."

I give him a look and he shrugs, "What?"

"You sound like you have experience on the topic."

He shrugs again, "Just common knowledge, Sex Kitten."

"Harry!" I squeal, "You can't call me that anywhere outside of the apartment. What if someone else hears you?!"

"They'll just think we're really kinky." He winks. "Probably think we're into spanking and tying each other up."

I squirm in my seat, giggling, and trying to get him to stop talking.

"Whips and chains and ropes. So kinky, kitten."

I punch at his arm to get him to stop and he just laughs along with me, doing a pretty damn good job of distracting me.

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We make it to the tattoo parlor perfectly on time.

11:30 on the dot.

(which is really quite a bloody ridiculous time)

(shouldn't it be at like 5 pm or something)

Perrie meets us at the door when we enter the artistic looking shop, and this time her hair is blue. 

Inside the shop is not what I expected. It's quite normal looking, a nice sitting area (where Louise is playing with dolls), simple artwork and posters of rock bands on the wall, and certain displays of different tattoos.

It's much less dark and musky and scary than I thought it would be. I don't even seen any blood stains anywhere. . .

My nerves are put more at ease by the nice atmosphere and the fact that I'm here with people I know.

"Zayn's just finishing up some sketching, I can go get him." Perrie tells us, heading down a corridor towards the back of the shop.

"Uncle Harry!" Louise comes bounding towards us once she notices Harry and starts squealing and giggling, opening her arms up to him.