One Direction Imagines

You gets tattoos together

You get Tattoos Together

Louis: "And this one, I had to get because I lost a bet," your boyfriend explains, pointing to a tattoo on the inside of his arm. The two of you are laying in bed on a rainy day, just enjoying each others company and somehow he had gotten on the subject of explaining his tattoos to you. "I really like the stag," you tell him, running a finger across his bicep where the piece is inked. "Oh, yeah," he smiles, looking at it. "I saw that on the wall of the shop and Zayn convinced me." You giggle and shake your head, although not really surprised that half of his markings were bets, drunken decisions, or just moments of spontaneity. It was fitting for him, of course. "Are you getting anything new soon?" you ask, propping up on your elbow and shifting to your side to face him. "I would like to, yeah," he nods at you. "You should get one soon," you suggest, giving him a smile. He nods again and you watch as his eyes move to the alarm clock that sits on the dresser in the room. "How about now?" he shrugs, looking at you curiously. "Come with me?"

Niall: No, it still proves true that he's the only one of the lads without ink - but, it's all about to change. Rewind a few hours and you'd see the two of you, bouncing around his favorite pub, full of carelessness...and, maybe a little (too much) liquid courage for the night. "Hey," he slurs, leaning closer to you. "Do you think people like guys with tattoos better?" You find his question odd, you've always liked him regardless, but you notice there is a weird amount of burly, tattooed men around the bar tonight. You shrug your shoulders at him and answer, "I don't know, Niall." "I think I would look ace with one," he laughs, throwing his head back (and maybe sloshing his beer a little.) You shout a "yeah" over the music in agreement and watch his face for a second. It seems like he's pondering something and you can't help but giggle as you can practically see the light bulb in his head go off. "Let's do it," he suggests, overexertedly nodding at you "What?!" you laugh at the crazy idea...but he's not kidding. "Really! You don't have one either," he explains, and he almost gasps at his next idea. "Matching ones!" You think for a moment and take a few more sips of your drink (you're gonna need it.)Hesitantly, you nod your head at him, "Yeah." A few more nods, which were probably to convince yourself, "Yeah. Alright." Setting his drink down, he grabs your hand and you follow him out, wondering why you agreed but also maybe a little excited...