Underneath It All {l.s}

XV

Attempting to be a super supportive boyfriend on top of his academics and balancing out his friendships was a lot harder than Harry thought it'd be.

His grades are still the utmost importance to him of course, don't start thinking Harry's slacking off now because he's not. Ed and Niall, his two mates he's been friends with for years have been put on the backburner pretty much. Ed's been wanting to go grab a drink with him and Niall sometime soon. As it'd been awhile since they've gotten to just sit and talk about life. Which Harry's not sure when that'll be because every weekend he's been with Louis. Whether it be at the usual sleazy party, watching films together under a silly fort made of blankets, or at a band gig.

Like tonight for instance.

It's Saturday and Harry's at a band gig twenty five minutes away from uni.

The same place that Louis had his band gig last time where Harry had gotten chatted up not once, but twice. This time instead of unbuttoning his blouse, he kept this short sleeved top buttoned up, and nestled in Louis' denim jacket.

Still Harry really should make time for his mates, maybe they can do something after class sometime soon. Hopefully so because next weekend he already has plans to go home for the weekend, so that's slashed off.

It's a lot on Harry's plate, he knows and there's other people in the world with worse troubles than his own. It's just he's never had this many things to balance in his life and to top it all off he's been in a state of nervousness all day.

Harry, after thinking more about the whole tattoo ordeal for the past few days, now had come to a conclusion that he was ready. To ink his body up and get something done, but he is also quite apprehensive at the same time. The idea was nice, but the sitting down in the chair and getting it done is the part that bothers Harry the most. Worried about how painful it'll really be and just how long it'll take, not only that but what if it turns out bad?

Going through all that torture for something that doesn't turn out good, that's what scares Harry even more.

Still, he has faith Louis wouldn't let him have a bad tattoo, more than anything Harry's certain he'll be seeing Louis' uncle. Which was fine and all, but it's just... how does he bring it up to Louis?

Like he knows Louis' wanting a matching tattoo together and is eager to get Harry's bare skin covered. Excited for him to finally come around to the idea after saying in the past that he preferred none.

Of course Harry knows he shouldn't be feeling a bit shy telling Louis that he's in fact ready, but he can't help it. Harry's worried about the pain and is even more concerned whether or not he will pass out from it.

If only Harry had the gall to bring it up sometime tonight.

Like right now, Harry's leaned against a wall watching Louis play his guitar with his band. Thinking about the whole tattoo thing and wondering just how he is going bring it up. It's been on his mind all day and Harry hopes to talk about it before the end of the gig. Harry isn't going to lie though he is beyond nervous and his stomach is a twisting mess every second that went by. All because he knows, he fucking knows he has to tell Louis sooner rather than later.

Harry thought maybe not focusing so much on it could get his mind off the subject. So he glanced around the room, noticing people nearly filling out the room, they were flirting, kissing, and nodding their heads to the music. The beer bottles littered about and the red solo cups on numerous tables and bookshelves as if that's where they belonged. All of that reminded Harry of why he doesn't do parties in the first place, not even Louis could make them fun for him. Harry still goes to them because of his mates, that's it, and that's all it ever amount to be.