Punk Series - You Go With Him As He Gets Another Tattoo

Harry: You stay at Harry's back as he stands at the counter of the tattoo shop, going over some last minute details with the blonde man leaning against the case. "Babe... this is Niall, he's a good friend from university" Harry introduces, nodding to the blonde Irish-man and you give him a wary smile. "Not a fan?" he questions, gathering the sketch in his hand and you shake your head. "I'm working on her," Harry teases, pulling you into his side as you roll your eyes. "He's not doing a very good job at it," you tell Niall in a mock whisper, chuckling at Harry's expression as Niall makes his way to the back. "You went to university with him?" you question, settling down on the couch and Harry nods. "He wanted to do sound engineering but he dropped out, university wasn't his thing. He ended up tattooing instead, he's good. He's done most of mine," he tells you, rolling his sleeves up to point out specific pieces and you nod. "Come on mate," Niall says, stepping aside as you walk into the room Niall's set up for his special clients. "You ok?" you question a few hours later, seated at Harry's head as he squeezes his eyes shut tight. Niall looks up for a moment before he continues shading the roses on Harry's ribs and with the sound of the tattoo gun, it's almost like you and Harry are alone. "It hurts," Harry admits, breathing harshly through his nostrils as he tries to keep his composure. You start running your nails through Harry's curls and lean closer, pressing kisses to the back of his head as Harry grips your hand tightly. He relaxes a few minutes later but the grip on your hand does not. Eventually, Niall finishes and cleans up the excess ink before instructing Harry to take a look. "What do you think?" Harry questions and while you know he means the new tattoo on his ribs, you're momentarily distracted (as you often are when Harry's shirtless around you) before you can utter an answer. "I like it," you answer honestly, looking at the vines, roses, and tribal work swirling up his side and Harry smiles. "What do you think of these?" he questions, pointing to a set of interlocking C's hidden in the vines and you look up at him. "This way, I can keep you with me," Harry admits, pressing a kiss to your shocked lips.

Liam: "Do you even have space for another tattoo?" you question, leaning back against the counter in Liam's music shop and he gives you a pointed glare. "I don't know... do I?" he questions suggestively, wrapping his arms around you as he presses you against the counter. He smiles at the sound of your giggle, relaxed as you press a kiss to his jaw with a "you got a few places." The woman from the music show is loitering around the shop, casting side-glances at the two of you in hopes Liam would notice her. "She's really annoying," you murmur as Liam leads you towards the door, entrusting his friend Andy to run the shop in his absence. "She's lonely," he reminds you having previously shared that her husband had left her for a younger woman. "Wonder why?" you mutter to yourself, slipping your hand into his back pocket in a possessive show of who Liam belonged to. "What's up my man?!" Liam grinned, shaking the hand of the blonde man behind the counter as they do their bro-hug. "Is this the pearls and roses gal?" the man asks, leaning back against the counter and you can tell he has just as many tattoos as Liam. "She is... you must be the Irishmen, by the scar above your eye," you respond, nodding to the scar Liam had mention and the man gives you a pointed stare before his lips break into a wide grin. "I like this one... Niall" he introduces, leading the two of you to a back room he's reserved for his special clients and friends. "How long is this gonna take?" you question, settling down into the chair at Liam's side. "Maybe... three or four hours," Niall offers, watching as you pull a large textbook from your bag and open it. "School work?" Liam questions, settling in after removing his shirt and you have to force yourself to focus with a shirtless Liam in reach. "Yeah... Greek mythology" you offer, slipping on a pair of black framed reading glasses as Niall starts the tattoo gun against Liam's neck. "Will you read to me?" he questions, wincing as Niall starts the neckpiece of roses and to Liam, there's nothing worse than the neck tattoos. You begin reading to him, raising your raise to be heard over the tattoo gun and in between paragraphs, you would interject things you'd learned in class in the hopes of taking Liam's mind off the pain. "That's the first time I've learned school work during a piece," Niall teases; wiping Liam's neck so he can take a look in the mirror. "Roses huh?" you question with a smirk, still seated as you watch Liam's reaction in the mirror. "Roses" Liam agrees, bending to press a kiss to your smiling lips because you know he got those for you.

Niall: "So... can you do your own tattoos?" you question, twirling around in the chair next to Niall. He gives you a pointed glare, silently telling you not to knock anything over as he prepares his station. "Usually, but I can't really see the back of my neck so... for today, no" he answers, swatting your hands away as you reach for the tattoo gun for inspection. "Hands off touchy; I don't want to re-sterilize everything" Niall teases, leaning forward to press a kiss to your nose before stripping his shirt off. You're momentarily distracted, mouth drying at the sight of Niall's bare chest and abs covered in various shades of ink. "Would you let me tattoo you?" you question, smiling at the curly haired man who wonders over to the two of you. "If you practiced, I might," Niall admits, shaking hands with the man he introduces to you as Harry. "Are you qualified for this?" you question the man, interrupting the conversation between the two of them that has to do with Harry's music career. "Yeah... Niall trained me," he assures you, ruffling your hair and usually you'd be annoyed with such a gesture but somehow, coming from this Harry man, it was alright. "Harry and I went to university together... before I dropped out. He's a music producer, manages some big named artists" Niall brags and you can tell the two of them were close. "So... why haven't I met him before? Keeping me in the dark?" you question, crossing your arms and Harry chuckles as he begins inking the back of Niall's neck. "Don't cross your arms at me, and no I wasn't keeping you in the dark and no, I'm not ashamed of you" Niall interrupts your next question, not needing to look at you to know your body language. "I'm cautious at who I bring around my lads, I don't want them to get attached to a girl that I won't be keeping around," Niall admits and it takes you a moment to understand the meaning behind his words. "So... you're gonna be keeping me around?" you question, rolling closer to Niall's chair so he can rest his hands against your knees. "That's the plan" Niall says, tapping his fingers against your knees as Harry finishes the piece at the back of his neck. "What is that?" you question, looking at the white and grey ink on the back of Niall's neck. "Lace" he says, watching your reaction in the mirror. "You're stupid, can we go?" you ask, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips at the fact that Niall's tattoo was clearly related to you. "Food?" Niall asks and you nod. "You coming?" you question Harry, taking Niall's inked hand and he nods, slinging an arm around your shoulders and the three of you head off to Nando's. Because Niall deserves it after getting a tattoo for you.

Louis: You walk hand in hand into the tattoo shop owned by one of Louis's friends. "(Y/N), this is Niall," he introduces. You extend your hand and he takes it gently. "Nice to meet you." You nod softly and look back at Louis. You were persistent in making him aware you thought he was covered enough. He obviously didn't listen. "Liam's back there if you want to head on back. I don't think he's doing anything," Niall explains. "Thanks man." Louis leads you through the shop and back into a private room away from the other customers. "Louis!" Liam shouts as the two of you walk through the closed door. "How's my sister treating you?" He continues with a chuckle. "Taking me to court," he explains. "Shit man, I knew she was crazy but damn. Sorry." You stand at Louis's side a bit confused. "Liam is my insane ex's brother," Louis explains after noticing your face. "Nice to meet you," you remark with a smile. "Liam owns that really popular music shop down town," Louis continues to explain. "What are you wanting?" Liam asks of Louis, rolling over to the desk to set up the tattoo gun. "I was thinking something with football," Louis begins. "Well that's no surprise," Liam follows up, referring to Louis's Club investment. "Yeah, I'm thinking the numbers '10' and '11' inside black circles." Liam looks at Louis confused, this wasn't his usual artwork. "It's for her," he confesses, turning to you with a smile. "For me?" You look at him unsure of your relation to the numbers he had just said. "Those were the seats we were sitting in at that first Man U game." His explanation made butterflies in your stomach appear. You couldn't believe he had even thought to look at the seats you were sitting in when you first met, much less remember it after all of this time. You do nothing but smile in response. "Well get over here then," Liam says, pushing the pedal to the floor causing the gun in his hand to buzz loudly. You flinch at the noise, never having heard it in person before. Louis laughs and sits down in the chair, presenting is wrist to his friend.

Zayn: He opens the door to the back room of his friend's tattoo shop and is greeted by yet another friendly face. You emerge from behind him and place yourself by his side. "What's up Louis," Zayn greets the guy sitting on the couch with others you didn't recognize. "Babe this is Louis, he owns Manchester United. I did some artwork for his house a while back." It's nice to meet you," you respond. You had never met anyone with Louis's stature and you surely didn't know how someone like him knew about someone like Zayn. "I've got the gun today Zayn," Louis says getting up from the couch. "Sounds good man." "Are you sure about this," you question, looking over his arms and chest as he removes his shirt. "Love, you aren't going to be able to keep this one out of the shop," Louis acknowledges, prepping the gun. You nod in his direction and turn back to Zayn. "It's just one," he reminds you. "You can take a seat on the couch, they won't bite." "Promise," says the one with the noticeably large hair . You walk over to the couch as Zayn lays down on the chair. "What's it going to be mate?" Louis questions, buzzing the gun. "I drew some studs up," he begins, taking a piece of paper from his jean pocket. Louis takes a look at them and nods. "Where?" "On my collar," he responds, lifting up and winking in your direction. You shake your head in disbelief. He was getting studs tattooed on his collar because of those shirts you had been looking at when the two of you met. "These for her?" Louis asks over the buzz of the gun. "Yeah," Zayn replies with a smile. After about an hour in the shop the two of you leave hand in hand. "How did he find out about your art?" You ask about his tattooing friend. "My old uni mate Harry knows him through a mutual friend and when he was talking about moving into a new house and wanting artwork he recommended me for the job." "Well that was awfully nice of...Harry did you say?" "Yeah, he's a music producer." "Wow a big shot. How do you have so many posh friends?" You question with a cheeky smile. "Uni basically." He opens up the car door for you and you slip in so glad to be leaving the tattoo shop.

(A/N) SO IN ALL HONESTY, TO ME ITS SO WEIRD FOR OUR LITTLE NIALLER TO GET A TATTOO, BUT HEY, IT IS PREFERENCES. ANYTHING GOES!