The Parlour {LS//AU}

Chapter 2

I lay in bed scrolling through Twitter, because I just can't sleep. I "stumble" upon The Parlour twitter page and scrolled through the pictures. There are all kinds of tattoos ranging from punctuation marks to very complex and sophisticated tattoos.

I scroll to the bottom of the page and there is a bunch of people who Twitter suggests I may like.
Harry_Styles is the third down on the list and I quickly click on it before I decide not to. When I get to the profile I check the picture to make sure it is him. He's leaning to the left holding a massive camera in front of his face; if it hadn't been for the arm covered In tattoos I'd have no way of knowing it was him.

Hitting the back button I go through some of his tweets none of them making any sense to me.... Maybe they're inside jokes or something.

I go to his pictures and its all sorts of pictures of him holding up sign supporting charities. Of all things I didn't expect this, in fact I expected something bad maybe something that would make my keen interest die quickly. But no! No Louis of course not. I cut the screen off my phone and throw my head back onto the pillow.

There's a pounding at my door, maybe if I lay still enough they'll go away. The pounding stops and I let out a sigh of relief before it starts up again. I throw the covers off me and head towards the door, "Someone better be dying otherwise you have no reason to wake me up so early." Zayn walked by him.

"It's three in he afternoon."

"Hence the reason I said early." I went and sat on the couch. Zayn looked over at me.

"Want to smoke?"

"Why not?"

We sat looking up at my ceiling saying nothing. "I think I might get a tattoo."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"That's cool man." Nothing was said after that and we just sat looking up at the ceiling.

Next Day

I pulled on my Jeans and a jumper and headed toward the train.

In no time I was walking into to little shop, the redhead isn't here today. Instead she is replaced by an older woman wearing a leopard print dress."What can I do for you hun?"

"I need to get an appointment with Harry Styles."

"Just give me a sec."she turns to the computer and starts typing away, "I can give you one for tomorrow around seven."

"That'll be perfect."

"Alright hun can I get your name."

"L-"

"Louis?" I turned to see a curly haired boy come through the door. " Back so soon?" He sounds surprised.

"Uhm yeah. Making an appointment for tomorrow." He looked genuinely surprised.

"For Ink?"

"No I thought I'd just come use your toilets again." Harry burst into a laugh again, this time he places his hand on his stomach.

"Hun, Your name?"

"Oh sorry.Louis Tomlinson." The woman typing quickly up at me and handed me a printout of my appointment information. I nodded and turned around seeing Harry still standing there.

He looked at me a smirk playing on his lips and then he looks past me. "I don't have any clients want to grab some lunch?" It's just like lunch with one of th lads.

"Yeah."He backed from the shop and we started walking toward main street.

We walked quietly to a little pub and grill, there are little tables sat outside. Harry sits in one of them and a waiter comes scurrying over. "What can I get you?"

"Can I get a burger with some chips and a... Water." Harry folded his menu back in place.

"Uhm I'll have the same." Harry reaches over and takes my menu and stacks it neatly on top of his.

"So what are you getting tomorrow?"

"I haven't really decided."

"You should probably do that."He said smiling.

"Well what would you suggest getting Harry?" I said propping my elbows up on the table. He looked me over, it made me feel strange.

"You could get a skull or like... A- uhm something you like."

"I'll know tomorrow for sure but thanks for helping."

We sat The table quietly eating and I looked up feeling Harry's gaze on me. I thought it was on me but he was looking past me waving. I turned around and seen a baby in a woman's lap at the table behind us. He would lean forward and wave at the baby and the baby would giggle and smile pointing at Harry. I couldn't help but smile at the scene that lay in front of me.

The woman got up and walked toward our table. She pulled the chair out and sat down, "say hello Stella." The little baby stretched out his hand toward Harry, "hello Stella, I'm Harry." He put his finger on her hand and she wrapped her whole tiny little hand around a portion of one of his fingers. "How old is she?"

"Seven months."

"She's gorgeous." Stella was looking at Harry gooing, "yes you are."He said tapping her nose with his finger.

I lay in bed again smiling from ear to ear. Harry didn't just run through my mind he was doing a fucking triathlon.

Am I suppose to feel this way toward him. Surely there's something wrong with me, I shouldn't be thinking about him this way. There's not a point to even thinking like that, he probably has a girlfriend anyway.