The new intern..

First Day

In the freezing cold air i slowly walked back to my apartment, it was so dark i could breathe the darkness into my lungs. Hey wouldnt that be awesome if you could breathe in colours and the- 

My phone started ringing.

"Hello its Louis what the hell do you want." I proudly chirped into my phone.

"Hey Lou its Jack." Emitted from my phone. I couldn't speak only silence filled my thoat.

"Lou? You there?" My phone said again. I clicked end on the phone call and i switched it off and placed it back in my pocket.

Damn right when my life started to go back to normal.

I rolled out of bed and ruffled my hair. I totally regret saying to meet him at 6:30 god i'll probably end up peircing someone wrong and then they will bleed everywhere and i hate bloo- Yeah im getting off track. Better get ready.

Waltzing into my parlour i dropped my bag onto the floor and splayed out on the couch my watch displayed *6:25* 

*knock knock* here already? mumbling to myself i opened the door and there stood harry.

Well damn son he had a bit of spice to him! I quietly sureveyed his presence. Black Jeans, Loose singlet tattoed arms peirced face soft lips green eyes quiffed curly hair. God i love Zayn.

Harry cleared his throat and muttered "Um can i come in now?" Shit i just realised what i have been doing gawking at him, i could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks and oh god "Yeah sure this way" To bring back my "Im the Boss" feel i pranced into his studio and plopped myself onto the seat.

"So Harry this is where you tattoo people." I got up out of the sticky leather seat and rummaged through some laminated documents. "And Harry this is the tattoo designs for people who cant make up their minds" putting one foot infront of the other i went over to the inks, needles and sanitary objects. "And harry This is the place i dont want you near until i trust you. The big boy stuff. For now you can just watch me and Zayn work and you can learn. How many tats you done?" "Two" "Two!" i scoffed. "How can you have high qualifications if you have done 2 tattoos." "I did both for the leader of the Irish gangs son  NIall Horan, so yeah i guess thats why i have them"

"Damn you'll put my sass for a run for its money boy!" i giggled and i took Harry's wrist now taking him to the front desk. 

"See this Harry? this is my desk. Don't touch my desk without complete orders okay?" "Why?"

"Because slut that is MY property, infact all of this is MY property, what you are standing on right now is MY property, and i dont think i can trust your sorry boasting little ass yet?, because i really cannot afford to get sued, so if you dont mind, dont backchat to YOUR boss." I watched as harry's eyes widened and his face went slightly pale. "Thanks sweetheart" i whispered sweetly into his ear leaving my hot breath on the side of his neck. I twirled around and smartly walked off lighting a cigarette. "Want one?" Harry just looked at me opening and shutting his mouth like a dead fish. "I take that as a no?" Harry nodded. I watched as his hands shook. Now damn this is going to be fun