“I’m gonna do it. I’m actually gonna do it.” you said to your friend through the phone.
“Are you sure (Y/N)? I mean you do realize it’s permanent and it’s gonna hurt like hell, right?”
“Thanks for reminding me, but I want to do it.”
“Okay. Do you want me to go with you?”
“No. I’ll be fine. I’ll call you after it’s done.”
“Alright! Good luck!”
“Thanks! Bye!”
You’ve wanted to get a tattoo for a long time now. You’ve just never had the guts to do it. You have a very low pain tolerance, but you decided you needed to toughen up and do whatt you want. You went through the rest of your normal morning routine and then the afternoon rolled around. You got in the car and went to the local tattoo parlor.
“Hey (Y/N)! How are ya?”
“I’m great Nick! Thanks!”
“Are you actually going to get that tattoo today?”
“Yep! I’m so nervous though!” Nick chuckled a little bit.
“Alright. Let me finish up with this lad over here and then I’ll get you all set up.”
“Okay.” you said sitting down at the front of the shop.
You’ve been coming into this tattoo parlor for months now. You’ve had so many attempts to get the tattoo but you always found some reason to chicken out of it. Nick has been patient every single time. He was such a nice guy.
“Okay (Y/N)! You can come back here!”
You stood up and walked into the back. You stopped in your tracks when you saw the guy that Nick had been tattooing before you was Harry Styles, THE Harry Styles. He was putting his shirt back on hiding his new tattoo that he just added to his collection. He looked over at you and your eyes met, making you blush. He had the most mesmerizing green eyes you'd ever seen. He gave you a sexy half smile and then looked away to thank Nick. You went and sat on the table and got ready. You started to shake because of how nervous you were, but you promised yourself that you weren’t going to bail out this time. Right before Harry left he noticed your shaking hands.
“You alright, love?”
“Ye-Yeah. I-I’m fine.” He could tell you weren’t okay.
“It doesn’t hurt that bad. I promise.” He placed his large hand on your shoulder and gave you a little shake.
“I know. I-I’m just not good with needles.”
Before you knew it Harry had grabbed a stool and sat it next to where you were sitting. “How about I’ll sit here and hold your hand until Nick here is done, okay?”
“Alright.”
Nick propped the tattoo tracing and started to get his tattoo gun ready. “I-I don’t think I can do this.”
Harry grabbed your hand and gave it a tight squeeze. “You can do.” he whispered in your ear sending shivers down your spine. You nodded and squeezed his hand back.
“Alright. Are you ready (Y/N)?”
“Y-Yeah.”
You closed your eyes and squeezed harder on Harry’s hand. The tattoo took about a half hour to an hour and you kept your eyes closed the whole time. Occasionally you gave Harry’s hand a really tight squeeze that caused him to chuckle a little bit. You were surprised he hadn’t left yet because of how hard you were squeezing his hand.
