The Parlour {LS//AU}

Chapter 1

"Louis, mate c'mon!" I turn to see Zayn rushing across the street and I follow. We were heading toward his favorite place, the tattoo shop. Zayn was my best mate known him for most of me life. He's been here for everything important that's happened and I will always be forever grateful. "This guy is sick!"He said with excitement, apparently the guy we're going to see is one of the best in London and zayn has finally gotten his appointment with him.

"What are you planning on getting?"

"I'm gonna get a Mic."

"Oh yeah you told me, guess it just slipped my mind." To be honest there are a lot of things I haven't told zayn, a lot of feelings I've been having that I haven't told anyone about.

Zayn stopped quickly and peered up at the sign, "are we gonna go in or are we just gonna stand and see who can fog the glass up quickest?" Zayn snickered and pushed the door open.

There was a redhead behind the counter spinning in a chair, she stopped when we got there. "Welcome to the parlour, what can I do for you?"

"I have an appointment with Harry styles." She nods and pops her gum.

"Harry!" There was no answer, "Harry! You have a customer!" She turned to us and started to get up but sat back down. I looked where she was looking and froze.

"Sup mate." The boy, I presume is Harry, walked from the back. He was chewing gum."Are you my eight thirty?"

"Yeah." Zayn Said shaking his hand, "This is Louis." I cleared my throat.

"Hi." He smiled and turned his attention back to Zayn. Zayn explained to him what he wanted and Harry nodded taking it all in. He motioned for us to follow him. I walked behind him, his hips swaying as he walked. I watched as he patted the chair for zayn to sit in. "I'll get you a chair." He said disappearing into the back.

I swallowed extremely hard and glanced back at zayn who was looking through a portfolio. "Here ya go." Harry sat a chair down next to zayn and took a seat on the small stool.

"Thanks." I sat down and tried to focus on something other than this boy that sat in front of me. I failed miserably when I kept looking back at him, it wouldn't be weird if I just looked at him while he spoke.

"How long have you been tattooing?" I asked.

"A couple years professionally."I nodded. He had these long brown curls that came a little past his shoulders and he would swipe at them a couple times before continuing the tattoo. "Do you have any ink?" I hadn't realized he had been talking to me until he smirked and repeated himself.

"I- uh- no." What a fucking smooth move Tomlinson.

"You should get some, it'd look nice." He said, "did you want me to extend the cord?" He asked zayn.

I just looked at him did he just compliment me. I looked down feeling my face heat up," do you have a toilet?"

"At my house." He said looking up and then a grin breaking onto his face,"Sorry. Yeah just down the hallway to the right." I tried to chuckle but my throat was dry, so fucking dry.

I got to the bathroom and locked the door, when I look in the mirror a groan escapes my lips. Splashing some cold water in my face I inhale trying to clear all my thoughts.

By the time I got back to them Harry was wiping Zayn's arm down. "Alright mate you're done." Zayn looked at the tattoo and smiled.

"Sweet!" Harry smiled throwing all the stuff away and walking with us to the front counter. "Thanks man." Zayn said shaking his hand again.

"No problem."he smiled, "come back if you need another."

"I definitely will man."

"It was nice to meet you."he said reaching his hand toward me, I took it and shook it. "If you ever want any ink you know where to find me."

"Right next to the toilets."he laughs and let me tell you, when Harry styles laughs its the equivalence to angels singing or a baby's laugh.

"Yeah, right next to the toilets." He has small crinkles next to his eyes and he's still smiling, I let go of his hand knowing I've held on to long by the way Zayn's looking at me.

When we walk out Zayn is rambling on about his new tat, I glance through the window. Harry is propped up his arms crossed looking at us,"c'mon mate let's go." Zayn says dragging me away from Harry's sight.