“Do you ever wonder why the sky is blue? Why the grass is green? And why the birds sing?”
“Via”
“Yeah?”
“You’re rambling again”
I blush at my friends words. I can’t help it, I ramble when I’m nervous.
Today is the day I get my first tattoo, something I’ve been wanting to do for a while and now that I have reached the age of 19, where I am completely stable and content with my life, I decided on the morning of my celebratory day to do what I’ve always wanted; tat up my skin.
I have my two best friends with me; Kimberly and Julia for moral support.
“Don’t worry honey, it’s not a big deal you’ll be in and out before you know it and then you’ll want more”
I’m taking Julia’s word for it because she and her husband have matching infinity tattoos on their wrist pretty cute huh? John, Julia’s husband, also has an assortment of tattoos on her arms and chest and tells me the pain is different for everyone. Since I have a high pain threshold, I figure I would do just fine.
Kimberly slides her volts wagon into an empty space in front of the tattoo shop ‘dreamer’. I take a deep breath and we step out into the LA heat.
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The tattoo shop is cozy; pictures of their clients (I assume) adorn the walls along with the employees’ personal design. I like the feel of it and the cinnamon musk type sent cools my nerves a little. I even walk up to the counter with my head high.
“Hi, I’m here for my 10 o’clock appointment”
The platinum blonde looks up at me from her magazine, popping her gum she starts to open a leather bound book.
“Name?”
“Vianna Gomez”
“Wait here” She gets up and…struts to the back room. I look back at Kimberly and Julia smiling slightly.
“Did she just strut?”
Kim asks raising her pierced brow.
“I like her” Julia adds
“She’s got spunk”
The girl, who I’m guessing must be about 23 even though she looks 13, walks back out still popping her pink gum.
“You can go to the back room first door on your right. Styles”
She says going back to her book.
I nod and clutch the strap of my brown hand bag.
“Do you want us to go with you?” Julia asks sweetly.
I smile at her, “No, this is something I want to do on my own”
“Okay sweetie, we’ll be right here waiting”
“I might grab a cheese burger though” Kim says looking bored. I roll my eyes and walk to the back rooms.
I see a black door, paint splattered all over it with the name ‘Styles’
I’m guessing that’s my artist. I knock once waiting for a reply; once it comes I step in quietly.
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The room is actually a lot bigger then what I expected. Two large couches sit on either corner, in the middle is a long seat, where I’ll be getting my tattoo. Equipment is set on the side atop a moveable table, the walls have a few pictures but the mostly grey walls are blank.
“Styles?” I say shyly.
Suddenly a boy in a slouchy tank top walks in, a green beanie covering his hair. My eyes are immediately drawn to his right bicep, which is covered in ink.
“You must be my 10 o’clock”
I nod smiling. I’m a bit shy when I meet new people and the nerves instantly came back so I’m basically mute.
“Nervous?” he asks dimples popping up on his cheek. His friendly smile loosens me up a bit and I roll my shoulders setting my bag on the couch nearest to me.
“A little” I say hopping onto the chair. He grabs a small stool rolling it to sit right in front of me.
“Is Styles really your name?” I ask curiously, peering at the boy. He’s obviously not from here, with his accent and all.
“Yep but it’s my last name. You can call me Harry”
Harry, how British of you.
“What’s your name, love?”
“Via”
“Pleasure to be tatting you today, Via” he smiles kindly. I smile back because when he smiles, you just can’t help duplicating it.
“So what would you like to get and where?”
“On my right wrist and I want the word ‘courage’ written straight across”

He nods taking my hand and gently cleaning the skin. Even with his gloves on, I can still see his strong fingers strain through the latex.

“That’s cool. Any particular reason”
I look up, focusing on the grey walls and pull in my lips, thinking about the first time I decided I wanted to get ‘courage’ tattooed on me. There is only one word to describe my reason.
“My mom; she died of brain cancer when I was 13. She always told me to have courage and not be afraid, that whatever I wanted to do I could do it and no one could stop me. When she died, I decided I would get it as a tribute to the strong woman she was”
I look back down to see Harry gazing at me. I see the emotion pass in his eyes, sympathy as all do when they hear of my mother’s departure. But there’s another one I can’t pin point, adoration maybe? But that seems a bit farfetched.
“That’s amazing Via. You see, this is why I love working at the tattoo shop. People come in with all sorts of stories some inspirational, some crazy…” he says chuckling at the last part.
“Crazy? Like what?”
I’m so focused on Harry that I don’t even notice the needle sounding off and making contact with my skin. It’s an uncomfortable feeling but I push it aside and focus on the way Harry talks, his accent making every word seem elegant.
By time we’re finished talking, my tattoo is done and over with.
“Well, you’re all down” He says wrapping a plastic around my arm.
“Keep it in here for at least 48 hours make sure to use this lotion when you take it off it’ll help soothe the skin.” He says handing me a white bottle that says ‘Tattoo H2O’
“Holy cow, we’re done already?”
He chuckles and nods, opening the door for me. I grab my bag and dump the bottle into the great abyss. I probably won’t be seeing that thing until I empty out my whole bag. Yeah, it’s that messy that I can’t just simply slip my hand in there and get it.
“That was fast”
“Time fly’s when you’re having fun” he smiles cheekily at me. We both walk to the front and I immediately get bombarded with questions from Julia and Kim.
“What did you get?” Kim asks anxiously
I show them my red skin.
They both look at me questioningly.
“My mom” I simply state they both nod understanding.
“Guys this is Harry, he was my artist” I say smiling at the tall boy behind the counter.
He waves and goes back to typing on the computer.
“He was your tattoo artist?” Julia asks starring wide eyed at Harry.
“Yeah” I say. I pay the woman at the counter and grab my recite stuffing it into my never ending bag.
“He’s hot” she says rather loudly. I raise my eyebrows at her.
“Aren’t you married?” Kimberly asks looking down at her. Kimberly is 5’7 and Julia is 5’3 while I’m 5’4, Kim gets to look down at us.
“Yes but that doesn’t mean I can’t look”
I cross my arms rolling my eyes at her but soon regret it, because I just touched my sensitive wrist and now I feel the actual pain of the tattoo.
“Shit”
“Let’s get Via home before she hurts herself”
Julia says gliding me out the shop carefully. I pout and lay my head on her shoulder.
“Don’t think you’re getting away with this Missy, what would Johnny say?” Kimberly yells slamming the glass shop door behind her.
-
I finally got my first tattoo and Julia was right, once you get one, you want more. My head is already swimming with simple things I want printed on me and I can’t wait to go back. The accomplishment I felt was unreal and Harry was just a gem distracting me the whole time. If I could have it my way, he would be my tattoo artist all the time. Maybe he can…

Notes

This is the first chapter tell me what you think so far! there will be more Harry and the boys in the next chapter.
I almost forgot, here is the link to Vias 'courage' tattoo
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