Rose Tattoos | H.S (discontinued)

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The fear in my body skyrocketed through the air once again when I left for class this morning. It has been three weeks since my birthday and three weeks since I've had the tattoo.

For the past twenty-seven days, I make sure to wear something thick to cover it up before my parents literally skin my back to remove it. Even on days that are extremely humid, I just couldn't risk it.

I haven't told my sister about it either and I'm not exactly sure how she'll react since I always told her I would never allow myself to get a tattoo, especially one this big.

To try and get all the negativity out of my head, I had about two weeks off from the parlor to focus on my studies to try to stop getting so anxious before I walk in there; thinking that my parents are waiting in there ready to disown me.

Thankfully, Boss was kind enough to give me those two weeks off, 'cause he informed me that Harry was coming back to the parlor for a tattoo and I needed to be in the right headspace to tattoo or else I'll fuck the both of us up.

When I arrived after my classes have ended, I walked straight to my room where Harry had waited. He sat there with a blank stare while bouncing his leg. A visual representation of me inside of my head.

"Hey, Harry. Back again, are we?" I chuckled which made his eyes snap at me and smile. "So, what would you like tattooed today?"

Gosh, I sound like a doctor asking a child what he or she was in for the day.

He took a deep breath, ceasing his bouncing leg he said, "I want tattoos, rose tattoos, flowing down my rib cage." he lifted his shirt up and trailed his hand from the top of his torso to the bottom.

That was a little shocking to me since tattoos on the rib cage can be extremely painful since it's a boney, less meaty. I wonder what sparked Harry's craving to get inked on that part of his body.

"Goodness... fuck." I whispered, mainly for myself to hear. "I don't know if I have a drawing that big to make a stencil but let me check my folders to see if I have something."

Before I could leave the room, he grabbed my wrist and tugged me back a bit. I looked at him with confusion before he spoke again.

"Forget the stencils, Arabella, draw on my skin as if I were to be your blank canvas. I want to feel the raw process of it all."

I blinked for a long second before I processed what he wanted me to do. Yes, it'll be a long task and yes it'll probably take me more than three sessions to complete but I feel that I'm more than confident that I can do this.

This will be the largest, time-consuming piece I will have ever complete but it's so worth the fact that I get to see my art marked his body.

"Okay," I whispered. Picking up my red marker from my little station. "Let's get to work."

We both slowly smiled at each other before he took off his shirt and I pulled off the cap.

I pulled my chair beside the reclining one he's on; taking a deep breathe for myself 'cause my hands  started to tremble a little hard before I even touched his skin.

"Don't be shy to touch me, Bella." Harry mumbled.

He couldn't see my face but my cheeks dispursed a deep shade of red. I was a little embarrassed 'cause I'm taking too long to mark his skin but it because he's making me nervous.

It is not often a client will have me draw the piece directly on them since I've always been able to make a stencil for what they want; Harry is probably the seventh person I've done this on, the biggest one as well.

I inhaled one more shaking breath before I forced my hand to lay on top of his rib cage and start outlining.

Starting from the top of his ribcage to the bottom, I drew different types of rose shapes, adding some leaves and vines here and there so that it wouldn't look like a giant scribble or roses growing out of him.

Majority of the flowers bundled up on the top but as I worked my way down, each flower started to separate itself from the bush into it's own direction.

It flowed beautifully, it even reminded me of the time Harry and I saw flowers falling off of the bushes from when we went to the garden. That's a memory I'll forever cherish.

And after many markings made, I had completed the rough outline for the idea he wanted.

"Done! I'm going to have to you look in the mirror and see if you like it or not. If you want anything changed, let me know and I can redo it." I led him to the mirror on the outside in our hallway and had him examine the draft.

He turned to his side and lightly glided his hand down his ribs, eyeing each and every newly added rose to his body.

I couldn't tell what his eyes held so I stood there, anxious, 'cause that piece made my hand cramp up multiple times and I hoped I didn't fuck anything up for him to ask me to redo the whole thing.

"It's exactly how I wanted it," Harry said, twisting his body in every direction to see it in every angle. "It's... perfect."

My lips twitched into smile while I watched him admire it a little more before we got into the actual tattooing.

Hearing that a piece I created on him was perfect made my heart flutter faster than when my other clients say it.

It was something about how his honey-dipped voice just dripped words so smoothly out of his mouth that makes my insides do something unexplainable.

We walked back in my room and he laid back down on the chair, I prepped my station again; opening up new needles and pouring new ink.

"I hope you're ready for this Harry, it's going to hurt like a bitch."

He smirked. "I'll handle."

A/N:
Happy birthday, Harry. We ALL love you with all our hearts; thank you for existing & being you. Here's to another year down & many more to come. ❤️