Tokyo Drift || HS

20 || You Guys Made Me Ink (Part 2)

THE SHARP JAB OF the needle against my skin hurts less than I was anticipating.

"How are you doing?" Will asks as he dabs a towel against me, wiping off drops of blood.

"Fine."

"I'm almost done. Just a couple more minutes."

The left side of my body feels numb from lying in the strange position for so long.

I wonder how late it is.

I would ask Harry, but I made him wait outside so he couldn't see. Partially as payback for his surprise, and in the other part because the tattoo placement has me in a rather precarious position, with my dress all the way up to my armpits.

"And, done." Will says, wiping the area with the towel for the last time.

He motions for me to stand up. I wobble slightly on my tingling leg then walk over to the full-length mirror.

"Will – it's wonderful." My eyes light up as they memorize his art, how it sits perfectly alongside the curves of my body and stands out starkly against the tone of my skin. It looks like it's meant for me. Like it's supposed to be there. "I love it so much, thank you."

I continue to stare at it, grinning at the perfect result.

"Anytime." He smiles.

"Are you all done now? Can I see it?" I hear Harry's muffled voice sound from the other side of the door.

Will looks at me with his eyebrows raised, silently asking me what I would like to do.

"You can bandage it up." I answer with a similarly evil smirk.

Will laughs and quickly wraps up the sensitive skin before allowing Harry to come in.

"What is it?" His eyes dance over every area of my body, trying to find the placement of the new design. "Where did you put it?"

I almost let him embarrass himself longer before deciding to put him out of his misery.

"Well, I can't really show you..."

A confused expression appears on his face.

"What do you mean?"

He steps closer to me while his eyes evaluate me coolly. His height towers intimidatingly above, but I refuse to give in to his ominous presence. 

Recognition finally clicks.

"You are evil." He says with a menacing stare. "Where did you put it?"

Will laughs.

"Not sure." I answer playfully.

He groans.

Before he can say anything else, I grab my phone from Harry's coat pocket to look at the time.

One in the morning.

"Harry, we should really get going." I show him the time on my phone.

His expression says he's unwilling to relent, but his body gradually turns toward the front of the building. We both say a quick goodbye to Will, then walk back out of the shop, away from the fluorescent lights and into the yellow glow of the street lamps.

"I'm calling a car. Do you want to come with me? Or do you want me to drop you off?" He asks casually – yet something about his tone seems off.

I know I shouldn't keep putting myself in this situation – sleeping over at Harry's even though I can tell what it does to me. How my body hums at the thought. How every time we touch, even accidentally, a powerful wave of sensation rushes through my nerves.