One Direction Stories

Louis Tomlinson- Matching Tattoos

"C'mon baby; it would be funny if we got matching tattoos. We could get them where no one can see them," he said. 

I can't believe this man is trying to convince me that matching tattoos are a good idea. I rolled my eyes at him. "I'll think about it, Louis." 

He came over to the couch, where I was sitting. I watched him pull out his phone, and he started scrolling through his phone. He went onto Google and began searching for matching tattoos. 

He showed me a couple of tattoos, all foolish and ugly. "How about we just go to a shop and find something there. At this point, it's not like it needs to be super meaningful, not like any of your other tattoos are." I said. 

*At the Shop*

"I kind of like this," he said, pointing to some flash of skulls.

"Eh," I said. "But I was thinking about it in the car, and I think I have an idea." I pulled out my phone and showed him a picture of a wishbone. 

"Oh, I like that," He said. He showed the artist the picture, and they nodded.

"Okay, I'll go get that sketched and clean up my station, feel free to sit over there," they gestured to the waiting area will comfy couches and a table full of artists work. 

We flipped through some of the artist's work. They were some crazy talented people here. Then the receptionist came over to Louis and me and had us fill out some paperwork. 

About 30 minutes passed by, and they were calling Louis and me to come with them. We go through the whole fitting it to the right size and where we want the tattoo. My tattoo is going on my bicep, and Louis is putting his where the cluster of tattoos are on his arm. "So, who wants to go first?" They ask us. 

I look at Louis and. He seems excited to get another tattoo. He raises his hand as if we were in class. The artist motions where Louis should sit. He gets comfortable. I go to sit next to him. I grab his hand just in case it hurts.

"Okay I'm going to do the first line, are you ready?" Louis nods, he looks so calm right now, until the first line. He lets out a breath. 

"It's not bad, I'm a big kid," Louis says, and I laugh at him. 

"Yes, a very big kid," I smile at him.

The artist finishes up Louis's tattoo, and it's so pretty. I think it fits in well with the cluster he has on his arm. I get in the chair next. Louis does the same thing and sits next to me and holds my hand. It does hurt, but not enough to cause me to cry or anything. 

They finish up with mine, and it's cute and small on my bicep. "Would you like me to take a picture?" They ask.

"Yes, please," I say. We walk over by the big window in front of the shop. Louis and I do our best to show off the tattoos next to each other. They take a few pictures for us. They hand me my phone back, and I look at the cute pictures of our tattoos. "Awesome, thank you." 

"Let's get you two bandaged up, and you'll be good to go." They said.