It was no secret that many people had many different opinions – these opinions ranged from their views on politics or something as simple as the best tv show out there.

You could never predict what someone's opinion could be nor would you even want to prevent someone from having their own opinion.

What you had never liked about opinions was how much they could hurt someone else.

Sometimes someone else's opinion could be helpful for another viewpoint on things but the majority of the time, someone else's opinion could just be harmful.

You and Louis had been together for a few months, and his tattoos were one thing that had drawn you to him – you absolutely adored them and him of course.

Unfortunately, your Mum hadn't always kept her opinion about tattoos to herself around Louis.

Your Dad thought they were impressive even though he wouldn't get any himself, however your Mum had a completely different view.

She believed that tattoos weren't meant to be had and if someone did get them then they should be in a place that is hidden, and therefore they can't be seen at all.

She always managed to make some kind of comment whenever you and Louis were around, and even though you had tuned it out you knew that it still affected Louis.

You and Louis had been invited over for a family BBQ at your parents' house, and so the two of you were getting ready to leave.

As you were getting dressed Louis came into the room in his boxers before standing in front of the wardrobe, debating what to wear.

"You don't usually stare at your shirts for that long Baby," you commented as you looked at him through the mirror.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair and then collapsing onto the bed.

Even though you were confused you went over to the bed and climbed on so that you were sitting next to Louis.

"I don't know what to wear," he stated.

Giggling you rested your head on his stomach but still looked up at him. "I gathered that much Lou but why?"

"Whatever I wear your Mum still finds something to say about my tattoos and I thought if I can find something to wear that covers me up a lot, she won't make a comment."

As Louis spoke you felt yourself growing irritated at your mother for the way she had made Louis feel about himself.

You sat up quickly as you shook your head.

"No Louis, she doesn't get to dictate what you wear," you told him firmly. "I love your tattoos; they are amazing, and they make you you and I love you most of all."

He smiled at your words, reaching out to pull you down on top of him again.

"My Mum is difficult, and I try to talk to her, but she just doesn't budge however I will get her to stop with this."

He chuckled before kissing you gently. "So, does this mean we're not telling her about your tattoo?" he joked.

Looking down at the small paper plane that was on the side of your wrist, a similar version to the one that Louis had.

"And the fact that it essentially matches mine?"

You shrugged, a smile on your face. "She'll just have to get used to it; they're not going anywhere."

"Well they are permanent," he quipped with a smirk.

"So are you."

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Written by Hannah.

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