Alive (Sequel to Breathing)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Charlie's pov

"Does it hurt?" Lo sat next to me. Her eyes locked on Meg and the needle buzzing on the opposite side of the chair.

"No" I laid on my back staring at the ceiling. Meg was only talking during breaks and I was silent as I thought over my original tattoo experience.

My first tattoo was painless. As much as I had originally been against it, the feeling I got during and after was addicting to say the least. I had forced myself to stay away from the needle after that. If I hadn't I may look similar to Harry. His tattoos were sexy though. I had always been partial to men with ink. Alex a numerous tattoos besides the one we shared.

"Let's take a small break. I have to make a call real quick" Meg stood up and slipped out of the room. I looked down at the half finished tattoo and smiled; already seeing most of my original one covered.

"So how does it feel? Getting rid of your past?"

"Beautiful. That tattoo held so much power over me. I mean I hated it and when Harry got the other half I honestly hated it more"

"He's gonna have to cover his too"

"Well any excuse for him to get a new tattoo he will gladly accept"

"Ugh I'm so glad Niall isn't into tattoos" she scrunched her face.

"Why? You would love him either way" I laughed.

"I would, but I like his clean skin. Smooth, soft, and inkless"

"I guess. Niall would look badass with a tattoo though"

"Keep your needle away from my baby"

"Don't be surprised if he ends up with ink is all I'm saying"

"Okay, I'm back" she sat back on her stool and grabbed the needle gun. "How are you feeling?"

"Like a door is closing and another is opening"

"How cliché of you"

"No really though. I can't wait until it's finished"

"Is this your new lease on life?"

"Definitely. It's my new lease on everything. If there was one thing that connected me to my ex and every horrible memory I have of our relationship and after. It was that tattoo. You're covering up more than a corny line from a movie. You're covering up the last five years of regret"

"Well I'm glad I could help" she smiled and went back to work. The needle dragging across my skin and all the pain Alex caused seeped away with every stab of the needle.

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"So your little tattoo friend was weird"

"How was she weird?" I laughed unlocking the apartment door.

"She just was. I felt like every conversation was prying and intrusive"

"So she talks about more than fashion and make up and you can't hang?"

"Oh I can hang. I just choose to talk about things that make me happy over everything that's ever made me sad"

"Right. Harry?" I stuffed the bags from earlier into the hall closet. Aidan was fond of opening doors, but he always stayed away from the hall closet. "Harold! Where are you?"

"In here" he yelled back and he sounded far away.

"He must be in our room"

"Am I still taking Aidan?"