Drifter | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

Chapter 60.

Authors Note

I apologize in advance because this chapter sucks but I just had to get it out there. I'm sick with an infection and have been lying around all day. (Poo) I didn't edit this so sorry for mistakes I'm too sicky to go back and fix them.

I'll be updating again most likely tmrw, so please vote. 😊🌟

Harry's POV

"You can take a seat right there, let me grab the stencil," Millet, my tattoo guy, tells me before disappearing into the back.

Moments later Millet returns with the design I chose, accompanied by Mark, the guy that will be doing Louis' tattoo in the chair next to me. I watch intently as Millet starts unloading his needles still in the sterile packages.

"You can take your shirt off now buddy," Millet says pulling up his stool next to me before putting his plastic gloves on,"Here's the final design, it's the same as the last exclept I made the ends a little thinner."

"Looks good to me," I nod, pulling my shirt off and rolling it up into a ball at my side.

"Where's this going again?" Millet asks, a small cloth with rubbing alcohol in his hand,ready to sterilize the area.

"I want one here, the other mirroring it on this side," I tell him pointing to my hips.

"Alright, you can lay back," He tells me, the cool alcohol making contact with my skin. Millet then grabs the stenciled out sketch and presses it against the areas that I want the tattoo, rubbing the thin paper with deodorant so that the design transfers to my skin.

"Alright bud you can take a look in the mirror and tell me if this is how you want it before I start," Pointing to a full length mirror in the corner. I hop up from the seat and look back at myself in the mirror, admiring the design.

"Leaves?" Louis says skeptically, looking over at me from his seat.

"Louis take the judgmental stick out of your ass you're putting me in a bad mood," I tell him laying back down so that Millet can start.

"What's with you and leaves?" Louis asks, Mark shaving the excess hair from Louis' ankle so that he can apply the design he chose.

"Just shut up," I tell him, shutting my eyes.

The buzz coming from Millet's tattoo gun giving me an oddly calming feeling, along with relief since this is the last item on my list of things to get done.

"I swear I'm not being a dick, I just wanna know what your reason for all these leaves is? I mean first Anissa's ring now this," Louis says a little nicer.

"If I tell you will you stop talking," I mumble in a trans like voice, Millet hard at work already.

"Yes," Louis says laying back with his fee resting on the seat so Mark can start on his tattoo which looks like two small words.

"Alright," I say sleepily,"They're fern leaves. I chose them for my tattoo and Anissa's ring because of what they symbolize. There now shut up."

"Mate, come on we're going to be here for like an hour I think you can manage to tell me the proper reason," Louis says wincing a little as the tattoo gun passes a sensitive spot.

"You don't know what fern leaves symbolize?"

"No I'm not a fucking flower expert."

"They're not flowers you idiot," I tell him placing my hands over my eyes.

"I just wanna know why your getting them."

"I'm getting them because they symbolize a lot of things that I really want to express to Anissa."