Tattoos On The Heart

I had just finished giving a customer their tattoo and was in the middle of cleaning up my station, to prepare for the next customer, when my phone began to ring. I pulled it from the back pocket of my jeans and saw Harry’s name flashing across the screen. I smiled before sliding my thumb across the screen and pressed the phone to my ear.

“What?” I asked him, trying to be as serious as possible.

“Hi babe, nice to hear your voice too. S’not like I haven’t talked to you in two whole days,” Harry said and I couldn’t help but giggle. I’d been back in Austin, from visiting Harry, for almost a month and we text almost daily, and call each other every now and then.

“What do you want, Harry?” I whined as I sat down in my chair, to take a break from cleaning. “I have another customer.”

“Well the boys and I have our big movie premiere coming up at the end of our USA dates,” Harry said, trailing off at the end.

“And?” I asked him, while holding a finger up to my next customer.

“The lads have dates and as it turns out, I’m the only one that doesn’t.”

“Where are you going with this Harry?” I asked, getting impatient. “I have a customer waiting.”

“Right. What I’m trying to say is will you be my date to the premiere?” He begged.

“Harry, I don’t kn—“

“Before you continue, I know you’re afraid of what the fans will say. So I’ve got a solution,” Harry said and I kept silent, waiting for him to continue. “Right, well you just won’t walk the carpet. I’ll meet you in the theatre when I’m done. How does that sound?”

“Har, I really don’t know. I’d have to close shop again, and I just don’t know if I can afford to do that.”

“I’ll pay for everything while you’re here. I promise, you won’t have to spend a dime. I really want you here, Kitty,” Harry begged and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Fine, but I’m only going to be there for a few days. Okay?” I asked him.

“Babe, I’d be happy if you just flew in for the premiere,” Harry said and I couldn’t help but blush. He wanted to see me that bad.

“Alright, loverboy. I have to go now,” I told him as I stood up and made my way to the front of the shop.

“Fine. I’ll let you go and I’ll email you your flight details. Pack a black or grey dress, love!” Harry said before I hung up on him.

“Hey Samantha,” I greeted, my patiently waiting customer. “What are we doing today?”

“Portrait of my pup, Susie!” She smiled while placing a photo of her pit bull puppy on the counter.

“You never fail to give me a challenge, I’ll be right back with the sketch,” I told her before walking to the back. As soon as I sat down in my drawing station I felt my phone buzz, signaling I had a text. I pulled my phone and rolled my eyes as I saw Harry sent me a text.

I really hate it when you hang up on me without saying bye.

I rolled my eyes, once again, before replying.

Goodbye, Harry. I’m gonna finish drawing a tattoo of a dog now.

Last I checked you don’t have a dog ;)

For the customer, dick. But I am playing on getting a tattoo of my Malley :P

Of course. See ya later love, duty calls. I smiled at Harry’s text and pocketed my phone before finishing up the sketch of Susie the pittie.

I got the okay from Samantha and spent the next two hours doing her tattoo and once I was finished and getting ready to close down shop my friend, Aaron, walked through the door.

“Hey Kat!” He greeted as he walked over to the couch I had in the main area and plopped down.

“Aw, Aaron. To what do I owe this pleasure?” I asked him and he smiled at me before standing up and walking over to me.

“Wanted to see if I could join for some drinks? I know you go every night,” he said as he played around with some pens I had laying around.

“Of course. I’d love the company, we haven’t hung out in a while.” I told him as I walked over to the door to lock it.

“I’m aware of that. You’ve been hanging out with popstars a lot lately,” he, jokingly, said.

“Oh shut up, I’ve still got time for my friends,” I told him as we walked to the back of the shop where I grabbed my purse and set the alarm before going out the back.

“What is the deal with you and that boy anyways? Anything exciting?” Aaron asked as we walked down the street to my brother’s bar.

“We’re…testing the waters,” I told him as I lit a cigarette as we turned onto Sixth Street.

“And what does ‘testing the waters’ entail?” Aaron said as he bumped me with his shoulder. “Come on now, spill.”

“I’m his date to his movie premiere,” I told him, a smile on my face.

“So you fucked him I take it?” He asked and I looked at him with wide eyes and shoved him with my free hand.

“Shut up!” I said with laughter.

“I’ll take that as a yes then,” Aaron said as he held the door open to my brother’s bar for me.

“God I hate you,” I told him as we made our way through the crowd of people and sat at two, available, bar seats. Mario immediately brought us each a beer.

“You love me,” Aaron said as he took a gulp of his beer. “So when’s this movie premiere?”

“Couple of weeks,” I told him as I popped a pretzel in my mouth.

“You gonna look hot for him?” He asked me as he searched through the crowd.

“I don’t know. He said to get either a black or grey dress, so it really depends on what I can find,” I told him as I pointed out a blonde girl for him, and he shook his head.

“That girl has too much boob, they’re fake.” Aaron said as he continued to people watch. “You have to look hot for him. You haven’t seen him in like a month.”

“So? If he really likes then he’ll like me for how I am on the inside, not the outside.”

“That’s great, Kat. But this is a red carpet event, I’m sure, so you need to look nice. Every guy loves seeing how well a girl cleans up,” Aaron said as he pointed to a brunette.

“Too short,” I told him. “But I won’t be walking the red carpet.”

“You know what girls I like more than I know what I like,” Aaron said as he turned to face me, giving up on looking for a girl to hit on tonight. “But still, you should look nice.”

“Fine, will you help me look hot then?” I asked him.

“Of course! I’m your go to guy for that kind of stuff, duh.” Aaron said as he waved Mario down for another drink.

“And I’m your go to wing girl,” I said as I shoved his shoulder. “What about that little blondie at the end of the bar?” I asked as I pointed at the girl I was talking about.

“Oh yeah, she’s a pretty little thing,” Aaron said as he smiled at me. “I’m gonna go talk to her!”

“Wait! No, you idiot. Buy her a drink first,” I told Aaron as I waved Mario down.

“What can I do for you, Kat?” Mario asked as he wiped the bar down.

“Aaron here wants to send that blonde, down at the end of the bar next to that brunette, whatever she’s drinking,” I told him and Mario smirked at Aaron.

“Having Kat do your dirty work I see,” Mario teased as he walked over to the girl and talked to her, and shortly pointed to Aaron. The girl smiled at Aaron and when she looked away I shoved Aaron.

“Now you may go talk to her,” I told him, and smiled as I watched him walk over there. I turned around to face the bar again when I felt my phone vibrate from in my purse. I pulled it out and saw Harry was calling me,again .

“Hello Harry,” I said as I pressed the phone to my ear.

“Heeeeyy Kitttttty!” Harry slurred into the phone, he’s drunk.

“Harry, how much have you drank tonight?” I asked him, getting off the bar stool to go find a quieter place. I stepped out on the back patio and pulled a cigarette out and lit it.

“Not enough, that’s for sure!” He exclaimed in the phone, causing me to wince.

“You need to go to sleep, Harry.”

“But I miiiisssss you,” Harry whined. “I wanna have sex with you. RIGHT NOW.” I couldn’t help but blush at how blunt Harry was being right now.

“Poor thing, we’re states away,” I told him, deciding to have a little fun with this drunk call from him.

“I’ll get on a plane,” Harry stated, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Harry, I can smell the amount of alcohol on your breath from Texas,” I told him, flicking the ashes off my cigarette.

“So? I’m Harry Styles they have to let me on the plane.”

“They don’t have to do anything,” I told him and he whined into the phone.

“Kattttt, why must things get in the way of our sex?” Harry whined, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he was crying.

“I don’t know, Harry. But next time you see me, you’ll get all the sex you want,” I told her, and I heard him gasp on the other side of the phone.

“You promise?” Harry asked and I tried my best not to laugh.

“I promise,” I told him, stubbing out my cigarette.

“I can’t wait to ravish you when you get here in a few weeks! I already have a boner and you’re not even here yet!” Harry exclaimed and this I could not help but laugh at.

“Then you’d better go take care of yourself, Harry,” I said as I started to make my way back inside.

“I guess so.”

“Yeah, you’d better. I’ll call you tomorrow morning, Harry,” I told him as I pulled the door open.

“Okay. I’m going to whack off and then throw up all the alcohol I drank now,” Harry, childishly, said.

“Okay, Harry. You have fun,” I told him.

“Bye bye, Kitty. Meooooowwww,” Harry said before hanging up. I placed the phone in my purse while laughing because I love it when Harry gets drunk and calls me.

Now I can’t wait to go to London to see him.

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