It All Started With A Tattoo!! ( Book 1 H.S. fanfic) (Slowly Editing)

Chapter 1:

A/N: ATTENTION! I use a lot of parentheses and smiley faces in this story... I'm FULLY aware they are annoying and stupid, so you don't need to comment and tell me that! I'm slowly editing this so they will be taken out as i edit each chapter! Hope you enjoy this story....

Allie's POV

Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Allison Jones, but you can call me Allie. I was born in New York, but raised in a small town in North Carolina. I loved it there. It was 2 hour drive from the beach and 4 hour drive from the mountains. I grew up with a wonderful mom and dad. I also have 3 older brothers and a younger sister. Tyler is the oldest; he is 26 years old, Jake is 24, Chase is 22, and my younger sister, Aubrey, is 14. Tyler is happily married to his long time love, Madison (Madi). They have a 2-year-old son named Conner; Madi is currently 8 months pregnant with a little girl. Tyler and Madi moved to London after they got married 5 years ago. Jake lives in Los Angeles, California. Chase still lives back in North Carolina with my mom, dad, and little sister. I moved to LA with Jake when I turned 17 so I could focus on school. I graduated within 2 months of moving to California and I'm currently a part-time nanny for my neighbors' 3 kids.

"WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" Jake yells as he storms into my room.

"Ugh, Jake leave me alone. I'm trying to sleep here," I groaned.

"Come on, we are going to get our tattoos in an hour," Jake said.

"What time is it, anyway?" I asked.

"8 am," Jake says way to cheerfully.

"Fine! Can you please leave so I can get ready?" I ask while getting out of bed.

"Yes, you got an hour so hurry up."

"It wont take me that long--geez, how long do you think it takes me to get ready?" I ask.

"I don't know just hurry up." Jake chuckles as he leaves my room.

I quickly ran to my closet and grabbed some clothes for the day. I got into the shower, washed my long, dark, brown hair, washed my body, and shaved my legs. I got out and wrapped my body in a towel. I brushed my teeth and put on some light make-up. I put on my jean shorts, my 'Hipsta Please' half shirt and put on some army boots. I blew dried my hair and loosely curled some of my ends, put a headband on and walked out of my bathroom and out of my room. (PICTURE OF HER OUTFIT ON SIDE-BAR)

"Wow, and we still got 20 minutes to spare," Jake said.

"I told you it doesn't take me that long," I said rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Lets go," Jake says while grabbing his car keys and walking out the door. I follow behind him and got into his Porsche to go to the 'Tattoo Parlor.'

--20 Minutes Later--

When we pull up to the parlor Jake and I both notice that there is a small group of teenage girls in front.

"What is going on? Is Mark doing some type of special where he tattoos underage girls?" Jake chuckles as we get out of the car and walk towards the door.

"I highly doubt he would risk his business for that," I giggle.

Jake nods as he opens the door for me. We walk in and see that Mark is tattooing a young guy who looks about my age with jet-black hair styled into a quiff. Sitting next to him is a guy who looks either my age or a little younger with curly chocolate brown hair. Both guys are very hot, but also very familiar; however, I couldn't put my finger on why they look so familiar. My thoughts were interrupted when Mark looks up when we walk in.

"Hey Allie and Jake," Mark smiles while giving us a small wave.

"Hey Mark! How are you doing?" I ask him.

"I've been good, just working a lot." Mark said.

"That's always fun." I say sarcastically, causing him to laugh and roll his eyes.

"What tat are you getting today?" Mark asked Jake and me.

"Well, I'm finally going to get that tattoo I was telling you about; the one in memory of my grandfather and grandma."

"Oh, the anchor with the feather?" Mark says as he is still tattooing the guy with the jet-black hair. It looks like he is getting a microphone on his forearm.

"Yeah, that would be the one. I don't really know what Jake is getting," I chuckle.

"Oh, we are being rude--Allie this here is Zayn and Harry, and their friend Paul," Mark said as he pointed to the guy with jet-black hair first and then the curly haired one.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Allie, Marks favorite customer," I chuckle.

"Yeah, you wish." Mark murmurs loud enough for me to hear him. I couldn't help but laugh.

"How come you're getting a microphone?" I ask the Zayn kid.

"I'm in a band called 'One Direction' and I love music so I thought it would be cool," he answered.

"Now I know why you both look so familiar and why there is a small group of girls waiting out front," I giggle.

"Oh, so you're a fan?" Harry asked.

"Well kind of-- my little sister is obsessed with you guys, so I know some of your music. You guys are very talented," I reply honestly.

"Well thank you. Tell your little sister we say, 'Hi and thanks for the support,'" Zayn says.

"I will be sure to do that," I smile.

"Just make sure you text her or keep the phone away from your ear when she screams," Jake says out of nowhere.

"Where did you come from?" I ask Jake.

"Oh, I was talking to Johnny, so let's go; he is ready to start your tattoo," Jake tells me.

"Oh okay, well it was nice meeting you guys. Mark, don't mess up their tattoo now," I said.

"Nice meeting you too, Allie," Harry says.

"Same here, and please don't mess up our tattoos, well, especially mine," Zayn smiled cheekily at Harry at the last part. I walk away and greet Johnny.

"Hi Allie. What can I do for you today?" Johnny asks as I sat down.

Harry's POV

I couldn't help but feel captivated by Allie. She is so beautiful, but I could tell there was more to her then her looks. Too bad she has a boyfriend. She didn't even seem to care who Zayn and I were, which was such a relief; we never like when people would scream and go crazy when they met us. I wonder how her and Mark know each other.

"Mark, how do you know Allie?" Zayn asks as if he is reading my mind.

"Oh, she is a family friend. She is a good friend with my daughter Leslie. She also used to work here when she first moved to LA to live with her brother Jake. She needed a part time job to get out of the house, so I offered her a job here. She just kept everything clean and made appointments," Mark says while putting the finishing touches on Zayn's tattoo.

Oh, Jake was her brother not her boyfriend. I can't help but smile.

"Oh, that's cool," Zayn says.

"Yeah, she is a great girl with a good head on her shoulders. Alright Harry you are up next," Mark says.

Zayn got up from the chair and sat down where I was sitting. As he was giving me a star tattoo, I couldn't help but think about Allie.