Tattoo

A Gentleman

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A/N: Hey guys! I'm really really sorry that this has taken so long for me to write. I have spent ages trying to figure out how to do this and how to fit it into where I want the story to go. But it's here now so I hope you like it.

Also, I've decided to do a playlist or a song for each chapter. So that will be fun :)

<3

The song for this chapter is Scars by James Bay :)

ENJOY

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         6

A stinging pain pierced through the skin on my lower back.

I hissed out a breath as Mick removed the tattoo gun and placed a cotton pad on my skin. He held it there for a moment, letting me breath and build up the courage to keep going. I nodded, looking towards the glass doors before he started again. Rain was falling on every available surface. The droplets exploded outwards as they hit the cement, splashing in a tiny tidlewave of water. My car sat just to the right of the door, covered in stationary rain drops that made the black paint shine. A woman walked past the tattoo parlor's doors, the tiny hand of a little girl clutched tightly in her gloved hand. Her blonde hair was tied up in a sleek pony tail that disappeared into the collar of her long, deep red jacket. A pair of skinny black jeans covered her slim legs, their ends tucked loosely into a pair of brown wedged sneakers. She looked down at the little girl, a smile spreading over her pink lips. 

Memories of my Mother pounded against my mind. I closed my eyes and pushed out a deep, shaking breath whilst trying to supress the vivid scenes of her holding my hand, making sure I wouldn't fall when I walked. When I opened my eyes again, the lady was gone and the street was quiet. The sound of the Tattoo gun shutting off made me lean forward, reaching back to gently feel the fresh bandage covering my skin. 

"All done." Mick mumbled, spinning around on his chair. He sped over to the counter, grabbing his camera to take a quick photo of his most recent artwork. I shuddered as a cold wind blew in through the open window that sat on the far wall, black curtains blowing in the wind.

"Thank you." I whispered, hopping up to pay before leaving. Stepping out of the shop, I wrapped my leather jacket tightly around my middle, tucking my frozen hands into the pockets on the sides. I looked down at my feet, watching as the white converse I'd put on this morning quietly stepped over the rain riddled cement footpath. When I got to my car, I pulled out my keys, fumbling momentarily when the harsh metal scraped my frozen and fragile hands. 

"Kenzie." A jolt exploded through me, surprised at the sound of the voice, causing my hands to release their hold on my keys. I watched as they fell to the ground, clanging as they made contact. Turning around, I grabbed up the keys before straightening up to face Harry.

"Harry. Hi." He stood in front of me, hands tucked in his pockets, light grey beanie covering his head as he looked intently at me. Smiling, he stepped from the road and onto the footpath, turning to face me as I stood on the road by the car door. 

"Just wanted to make sure we were still on for tonight?" The sound of a car driving past wrattled through the air after he finished speaking. I looked away from him, watching the red piece of metal turn around a corner and disappear out of sight. When I looked back at him, I noticed he was watching me intently, waiting for an answer.