As soon as I step through the door i'm met with a rush of warm air which is a huge contrast to the gusts of cold i'd been experiencing on the way. The shop is a lot larger than it looks from the outside and each wall is decorated with thousands of big and small sketches which i assume to be tattoo ideas, it's surprisingly clean inside and I'm starting to believe that Liam was right. Zayn really is good at what he does.
The sound of light footsteps drags me out of my daydream and I look up only for my eyes to meet with another's. The man in front of me is beautiful. His hair is in a perfect quiff except for the one strand hanging loose onto his forehead and his eyes are the warmest shade of gold.
"Zayn! This is Phoenix, y'know the girl I was telling you about."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, some interesting tatts you have. Liam said you were after some help with deciding on your new ink?" His voice flows through the room with such confidence and i'm reminded that it's my turn to speak.
"I-um uh thanks, yeah I was wondering if you could actually help me choo-"
Just as I muster up the courage to speak I'm interrupted by a voice that I can swear I've heard before and i'm not sure whether to be angry or grateful that i don't have to speak for a while.
"Zayn, is Liam here yet?" The stranger shouted from what I'm assuming to be one of the back rooms.
"We're in the reception!" Zayn shouted back to the unknown voice. A loud slam was heard followed by loud footsteps thumping down the corridor.
"Sorry about him he's quite rude." Zayn laughed.
"Guess I'm going to have to get used to it then!" Liam chuckled back. At this point i'm completely lost and not entirely sure on the topic of conversation or the relevance of this man's rudeness to Liam's every day life.
I slowly circle the room when my eyes fix on a photograph on the wall closest to the corridor. Zayn and Liam are too deep in conversation to notice me wandering about so I take my time in approaching the picture before studying it intently. It's a photo of a butterfly, but not just any butterfly. It's a tattoo that seems to be on a man's chest and although I'm sure the photo doesn't do it justice it's one of the most beautifully done tattoos i've ever seen.
"That's Harry's, I'm sure he'd show it to you if you asked." I was too busy studying the photo to notice that Zayn had walked up behind me.
"Who exactly is Harry?" I ask, curiosity laced within the question.
"I'm Harry, who's asking?" I spin on my heels to be met with the same piercing green eyes as this morning. I can feel my eyes widening and I notice he's reacting in the exact same way.
"Phoenix, this is harry, my new boss!"
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Force ~ Harry Styles a.u
FanfictionShe's always been the timid girl with the contradicting appearance. He thinks that she is living proof of the statement he lives by. "I live in a world full of people, pretending to be something they're not."
