Tan Lines and Closed Eyes ( Ziall AU)

Chapter 1

( Niall's POW )

My hands holding my head still, I sat on the terrible red leather couch.I was having a staring contest with the old worn out grandfather clock that Rick has brought home one day, claiming it would look nice with our furniture. Not only was Rick wasting our money for a clock that we didn't even need, he didn't have an eye on decorating. And we would check the time from our telephones anyway, we had a tall-case clock or not.

It was still two hours left till my husband would be home, and I really couldn't decide if the time was going way too slow or running past me too fast. I really didn't have a job, Rick received more than enough money, and we both were from rich families so money wasn't a problem. I stayed at home cooking dinner for Rick when he got back from the office, keeping the house clean, being a quiet nice husband I was supposed to be and satisfying his sexual needs. Most of the time I don't even get hard during our act.

So yeah, you could guess that my life wasn't so great as you would expect from a rich boy I was. I was only 21 years old, but to be honest, lately I've had felt like I was already ready to die. You know, like when old people always say that when you get older and older, you don't really fear the death anymore. And that pretty much describes how I feel right now. Already used and tired of trying.

Still, a little part of me wants to try. I guess that part is the dreamer soul that once had the whole control of my body and mind. I was once a boy who dared to dream,a pretty brave shameless dreams I would say. Being the hopeless romantic I am on the inside, my biggest dream was falling in love. But life is not an fairy tale is it? And those dreams and the dreamer part of me was thrown to the prisoners cold rotten cell and locked away from the cold hard reality. I couldn't have my own fairy tale "happily even after" ending, and against my inner will I was slowly accepting it.

My thoughts was slowly getting too much to me, and I knew I had to get away. I couldn't breath at here. Even tho I slept and ate and spend most of my life at here, this wasn't the place I called home. No place feels like home and it leaves the restless feeling on my chest. Lifting my body of the couch, I tumbled to the frontdoor. I picked up a random pair of shoes and forced them to my feet. Crapping the coat from the coat rack, I pushed the door open and revealed myself to the world. I stopped to take a deep yet shaky breath of the autumn wind. My lungs filled with cold air, and I felt like I was able to breath for a passing moment. I made my way to my BMW and took my way to Harry's tattoo parlor.

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Every time I stepped on that shop, I felt that pride on my chest. At least one of us made it and were able to make dreams come true. Harry Styles is a without denying a good looking fella with over 50 tattoos on his body and a mop of curls on his head. Tho his curls has lost their curliness little bit over time, Harry letting his hair grow to his shoulders. Owning a cheeky and what-seems-like permanent smirk on his face and a flirtatious positive mind, people loved him. I would say that every straight girl and gay guy customer had been holding back getting orgasm only by the way Harry looked.

By the class door I could see Harry furrowing his eyes at the computer screen, glaring at the screen like it would help. Ah, the sparks of being entrepreneur.

" You know frowning can make your pretty face all wrinkled." I commented when I opened the communicating door, the little bell making a little clink to announce my coming.

Harry lifted his face from the computer screen, and his frown turned into that familiar smirk.

" Niall! How you holding up mate?" Harry came from around the table towards me with open arms, and I accepted the hug, just breathing in the scent of my best friend. Yeah we were kinda close, but after all for a long time it was just us two, other kids picking on us because of our sexuality. We grow really close. He was like a brother to me.