Drama, Love and Lies (One Direction)

Heart Tattoos.

Note : Sorry I keep changing the POV's in this chapter!

Tay's POV

     "You want to do what?" Harry said as I looked through my bag for clothes.

     "I want you and I to get matching tattoos." I said as he looked at the picture of them.

    "Since when?" He said. I turned around to give him a look. I raised my eyes brows at him and stared. "What?"

      "Harry, since when do you care what type of tattoo you get?" I said. 

      "Well, I-.. you know.." He said trying to think of an excuse.

      "C'mon! I really wanna do this!" I said leaning over the bed and banging on his chest like a little kid.

      "Okay! Fine!" He said giving in.

      "Yay!" I smiled. I kissed his lips gently and smiled. "Call the tattoo artist dude that does all your dumb tattoos."

      "HEY!" He yelled.

      I smirked as I headed back over to the suitcase and looked for some clothes. I decided on just a simple maroon floral chiffon dress with a brown belt around it. It reached about my mid-thigh. I changed quickly and put on some brown cowboy booties giving me some height. I headed to the bathroom to do my hair and make-up. I decided to curl my hair. I curled it in lose waves that fell down my back. I put two braids in the back which wrapped around my head. I did my make-up with a simple eyeshadow and a wing. I tied a red bracelet on my wrist and grabbed my bag. It was a small brown messenger bag that matched my boots. (Outfit on side!)

      I heard Harry talking to the guy on the phone. He chuckled a couple times and I walked out of the bathroom. Harry turned and examined me. He smiled and winked. He said goodbye on the phone and jumped from the bed. He came over and slid his hands down my waist pulling me close. He kissed me gently and I smiled. 

      "You look beautiful." He whispered in my ear.

      "And I don't any other day?" I joked.

      "You do every day of every year of every decade and of every century." He said. I kissed his lips passionately.

      "Ready?" I said. 

       "Yup." He said grabbing my hand. I grabbed a pair of vintage Ray-Bans and slipped those on. I was getting very nervous as Harry drove towards the tattoo shop.

      I will admit, Harry's tattoos make absolutely no sense. Yes, the star one and the 'won't stop til we surrender' are okay but the rest make no sense. Like the empty hanger and ice gem. Harry, what is wrong with you?

     "Babe, we're here." Harry said. I realized I spaced out and we were already in the parking lot. I got out and smiled. Harry wrapped his arm around my waist as I walked into the tattoo shop.

      "Ah, Harry!" Said a muscular guy covered in tattoos. 

      "Hey mate." Harry said giving him a handshake.

      "Now, is this the pretty lady?" He said turning his eyes to me.

      "Yes she is." Harry said wrapping his arms from behind me.

      "Hello darling. I'm Vic." He said.

      "Hi, I'm Tay." I answered.

       "Harry tells me that this is your first tattoo." He said.

       "Yup." I said. "Harry and I are gonna get matching ones."

       "Now, do you have a photo that you want?" He said.