Young & Free
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All week I was thinking of when I could go back to Dreamer and get another tattoo. An idea popped in my head and it was basically a no brainer to get. This one I anticipated being more painful because of its location and the fact that it’s bigger but I don’t really care. I haven’t been this addicted since Nutella came out.
Anyway, I set up another appointment on Monday to get my tattooed sketched and on Thursday I’ll be going in to get it done. And yes, I did sort of request for Harry to do my tattoo but only because I believe he will do a marvelous job. This has nothing to do with the fact he is soo damn sexy with his beanie, accent and of course dimples.
What? No I don’t have a crush on my tattoo guy don’t be stupid.
Although the ‘my guy’ part does have a nice ring to it…
-
“Ms. Via I think the camera is broken”
I snap out of my daze and look down at Greg, one of my younger students who come in on Thursday mornings.
“What did you do to it now Greg?” I ask squatting down to the young boy’s level.
He scrunches up his nose.
“I did nothing!”
“Okay” I laugh patting his shaggy black hair.
“Show me the camera”
He hesitates but eventually shows me that the lens is hanging from the Sony camera. I almost shout but catch myself. Greg is only 8 after all and it’s not his fault he has inherit the clumsy gene.
“It’s okay sweetie, here, let me get you another camera”
He nods and follows me to the closet where I keep the equipment. I take out an older Sony. If he breaks this one I won’t be as annoyed.
“Thanks Ms. Via!” he says happily running off with the rest of the youngsters.
I smile watching Greg almost drop the camera. I shake my head.
That boy will never learn.
I sit down at a table, trying to figure out how Greg managed to detach the lens from the pod, when my phone vibrates in my pocket.
I reach into my jeans and pull out my Galaxy, “Yello?”
“Hey! What you doing next week?”
“Working. Duh”
“Don’t sass me. I mean on your day off”
“Nothing I suppose” Gosh I’m boring.
“Good because we’re going partying!”
My ears instantly perk up at party. I’m a true party girl at heart.
“Wait, what days are you off?”
“Tuesday”
“Ew no one parties on Tuesday”
Well excuse me Julia.
“I get off early on Friday”
“Perfect. John we’re going on Friday!” I hear Julia yell to her fiancé who undoubtly is trying to sleep.
John is a computer junkie and does all his work from home, but I know the glare of the computer can really ware on his eyes, especially since he wears glasses.
“Julia leave your husband alone”
“He knows he loves me. So anyway, Friday is definitely good?”
I glance at my work calendar on my phone.
“Yup it’s good.”
“Awesome! John’s friend said there’s this new club and you need to know people to get in. I know you and you know me and I know John who knows his friend who knows people which means we can get in!”
My head seriously hurts from that long description.
“Even though the long introduction wasn’t necessary, it sounds like fun”
Julia giggles then squeals loudly obviously her excitement for the party next week just can’t contain itself. I would usually join in, but I’m in the work place and I have a bunch of nosey second graders looking at me. On the inside though, I’m happy dancing.
“Julia I got to get back to work”
“Right, sorry see you later!”
I place my phone on the table and focus back on the camera.
Maybe if I put this wire here…
“Ms. Via…”
I look up to see a sheepish Greg and Lana, another one of my young students. My hair falls in my face as I slump my head and sigh.
-
I arrive at the ‘dreamer’ a little after 7 totally pissed because I’m late. There was a little problem at the museum and I had to stay longer than expected.
I walk in and go straight to the counter. Surprisingly, it’s empty. The only one here is Minzy, aka bubble gum girl. That’s what I decided to call her and she likes it so yup.
“Hey Via”
“Hey bubble gum girl” I grin at her as she exaggerates popping her gum.
“Harry’ in there with another client at the moment since you were late. He hates lateness”
I feel like I’m being scowled.
“Sorry” I say sheepishly.
“But I had trouble at work”
“That’s fine. Although, good luck explaining that to Harry”
I look at her curiously not knowing exactly what she means by that. What? Is he like going to spank me for being tardy?
A few minutes later Harry emerges from the back with a guy on his side. They’re both laughing and the guy, who I assumed just got tatted, keeps trying to hit Harry over the head who ducks every time.
“Thanks again, mate”
“No problem Zayn, you know you can stop by anytime”
The boy, Zayn, smiles and puts on his snapback walking backwards out the shop.
“I’ll see you later?”
He calls out to a shirtless Harry. Harry nods and waves the Indian boy off.
“Your 5 o’clock is here” Minzy says popping her gum. Harry looks over at me, seeming to notice I’ve been here the whole time.
Yes, I’m two hours late. Now you know why I’m pissed.
“C’mon” he says not giving me a second glance. I look at his back wide eyed.
Oh yeah, I’m in trouble.
-
“So, Minzy tells me you hate it when people are late” I say hopping up on the familiar chair.
“Yep” he simply says rolling the stool closer to the chair.
Harry starts fixing his station and motions for me to take off my sandals.
I’m going to be getting a feather on my left ankle. It’s going to be drawn as if it’s an ankle bracelet.
Harry begins cleaning the area while I stare at the muscles in his shoulders flex. Who wears a beanie and no shirt?
Harry Styles does.
He silently begins to ink my skin and it hurts like all hell. I knew it was going to hurt more in this area but I partly believe it is also because Harry isn’t talking to me. Before he talked the whole time and I was distracted by his voice.
“Harry?” I whimper as he goes over a particularly sensitive piece of skin.
“Yes?”
“Talk to me”
He looks up from my foot with his eyebrow raised. He see’s my desperate eyes and sighs dipping the pen in some black ink to continue the lining of the feather.
“How was your day?”
“Okay. I had a misunderstanding at work which is why I’m late”
“Two hours late” he corrects.
“Are the details really that important, Styles?”
He says nothing and wipes my foot going back in with the needle; I wince again.
“What do you do?” he asks.
“Well, on Monday’s, Wednesday’s and Thursday’s, I work at the art museum as a photography teacher for 7 hours; on Friday’s I get off early, I also work for a local newspaper writing poetry”
“Poetry?” he asks again.
“Yep.”
“What do you write about?”
“Anything really; sometimes they want specific things. Most of the time it’s about love cause’ you know everyone love’s love”
I try to chuckle but end up almost pulling my foot away when the pain became sharp. Harry quickly grabs my foot setting it in front of him.
“Try not to move, okay?”
I nod watching as the curls that aren’t tucked in his hat, fall over his face.
We carry one like this for the next hour sharing basic information about ourselves. Most of them are about me.
“You said your mother died, what happened to your father?”
“He’s in the army. Fighting in Iran as we speak”
“Your fathers a very brave man, defending his country and all” Harry mumbles.
I smile at the compliment.
“Thanks. What about you?”
“I’m not finished with you yet, do you have any siblings?”
I chuckle at him. I’m able to chuckle now because my foot is numb.
“Nope, I’m an only child. What about you?”
“I have and older sister”
“Was it lonely growing up?”
What is with him? He’s practically deflecting every question I ask only answering discretely.
“I don’ think so. We moved around a lot, never staying in one place, but I always made friends easily.”
“Do you still talk to them?”
“No” I mumble. The only friends I still talk to are Kimberly and Julia and that’s because Kimberly said she would hit me if I ever tried to ditch them. She’s a bit violent.
“Why not?” He mumbles back.
“I don’t know. It just wasn’t meant to be I guess”
He nods. Harry pulls back to get a good look at my ankle and wipes away the little bit of blood still spilling out of my open skin.
“You’re done”
“Thank god”
I say attempting to get up from the adjustable chair, but of course I nearly fall on my face. Harry catches me just in time but it’s a bit awkward because my face lands in his arm.
“Thanks” I muffle against his skin.
He cracks a smile, the first smile since we started, and proceeds to grab my things for me, keeping one hand on me while I limp to the front.
-
“Gee Harry, what you do to the girl?”
Minzy asks looking at my red foot.
“I guess she’s more sensitive in the lower region”
Harry doesn’t seem to notice the double meaning behind his words because he continues looking at my foot. Minzy and I exchanged glances before we burst into giggles.
“That’s Harry; always making sure the girls can’t walk when he’s done”
He seems to have caught that one because he smirks.
“How are you getting home?” He asks ignoring Minzy’s kissing noises.
“Taxi I suppose, since I can’t walk” Minzy burst into laughter again.
“I’ll drive you home”
“Oh that’s not necessary”
“I think I ought too since I’m the reason you can’t walk” He says grabbing his shirt and pulling it on.
Minzy is practically dying by the counter clutching her stomach.
“Oh c’mon that one was too easy!” she exclaims.
Harry keeps his hand on my back keeping my balance straight while I limp towards the door.
He looks back at Minzy and winks, “That one was for you”
-
Harry drives a very nice vintage red car. It goes perfect in the LA streets driving down to my small apartment a good few miles away.
“You practically live in the middle of nowhere” He teases once we pull up in front of my apartment.
“I like the solitude” I say trying to open my door. But apparently that’s not how it works. By time I go to ask Harry to unlock the door, he’s on my side opening the door and helping me to my feet.
“I could have opened my own door” I mumble under my breath.
“A gentleman always opens a lady’s door.”
I huff, “English people.”
-
Harry helps me into my bedroom moving things around so I can have a clear path for when I have to use the bathroom.
“Your room is a mess” he says eyeing the pile of dirty clothes I have in the corner.
“Yep I do.”
“Well, you’re safe” he takes a look around my room again, “Somewhat”
I laugh.
“Thank you Harry, you really didn’t have to do this but thanks”
“Hey, what kind of friend would I be if I left you alone?” He asks smiling at me. Ah, the smile I’ve missed.
“Friends, huh? Well, would you like to have lunch tomorrow with this friend?” I ask hopefully.
He bites his lip seeming to contemplate the idea. I hope he says yes. I really want to find out more about him. Today, he was a bit dodgy I assume it was because of my tardiness.
“You can’t even walk”
“We can have lunch here!” I say throwing my arms up in the air. He chuckles looking down at me. I smile up at him.
“Please?” I give my best puppy dog eyes.
He shoves his hands in his pockets, biting his lip.
“Fine”
“Yay!”
“Get some sleep!” He yells closing my door on his way out.
How could I sleep when he left the lights on?
-
So I got my new tattoo and it hurt like shit but that doesn’t stop me from wanting more. Yes, I want more I can’t help it. The heart wants what the heart wants. And tomorrow is going to be awesome because Harry’ coming over.
Wait, Harry’ coming over… I have no food and I can barely walk. Shit.
Anyway, I set up another appointment on Monday to get my tattooed sketched and on Thursday I’ll be going in to get it done. And yes, I did sort of request for Harry to do my tattoo but only because I believe he will do a marvelous job. This has nothing to do with the fact he is soo damn sexy with his beanie, accent and of course dimples.
What? No I don’t have a crush on my tattoo guy don’t be stupid.
Although the ‘my guy’ part does have a nice ring to it…
-
“Ms. Via I think the camera is broken”
I snap out of my daze and look down at Greg, one of my younger students who come in on Thursday mornings.
“What did you do to it now Greg?” I ask squatting down to the young boy’s level.
He scrunches up his nose.
“I did nothing!”
“Okay” I laugh patting his shaggy black hair.
“Show me the camera”
He hesitates but eventually shows me that the lens is hanging from the Sony camera. I almost shout but catch myself. Greg is only 8 after all and it’s not his fault he has inherit the clumsy gene.
“It’s okay sweetie, here, let me get you another camera”
He nods and follows me to the closet where I keep the equipment. I take out an older Sony. If he breaks this one I won’t be as annoyed.
“Thanks Ms. Via!” he says happily running off with the rest of the youngsters.
I smile watching Greg almost drop the camera. I shake my head.
That boy will never learn.
I sit down at a table, trying to figure out how Greg managed to detach the lens from the pod, when my phone vibrates in my pocket.
I reach into my jeans and pull out my Galaxy, “Yello?”
“Hey! What you doing next week?”
“Working. Duh”
“Don’t sass me. I mean on your day off”
“Nothing I suppose” Gosh I’m boring.
“Good because we’re going partying!”
My ears instantly perk up at party. I’m a true party girl at heart.
“Wait, what days are you off?”
“Tuesday”
“Ew no one parties on Tuesday”
Well excuse me Julia.
“I get off early on Friday”
“Perfect. John we’re going on Friday!” I hear Julia yell to her fiancé who undoubtly is trying to sleep.
John is a computer junkie and does all his work from home, but I know the glare of the computer can really ware on his eyes, especially since he wears glasses.
“Julia leave your husband alone”
“He knows he loves me. So anyway, Friday is definitely good?”
I glance at my work calendar on my phone.
“Yup it’s good.”
“Awesome! John’s friend said there’s this new club and you need to know people to get in. I know you and you know me and I know John who knows his friend who knows people which means we can get in!”
My head seriously hurts from that long description.
“Even though the long introduction wasn’t necessary, it sounds like fun”
Julia giggles then squeals loudly obviously her excitement for the party next week just can’t contain itself. I would usually join in, but I’m in the work place and I have a bunch of nosey second graders looking at me. On the inside though, I’m happy dancing.
“Julia I got to get back to work”
“Right, sorry see you later!”
I place my phone on the table and focus back on the camera.
Maybe if I put this wire here…
“Ms. Via…”
I look up to see a sheepish Greg and Lana, another one of my young students. My hair falls in my face as I slump my head and sigh.
-
I arrive at the ‘dreamer’ a little after 7 totally pissed because I’m late. There was a little problem at the museum and I had to stay longer than expected.
I walk in and go straight to the counter. Surprisingly, it’s empty. The only one here is Minzy, aka bubble gum girl. That’s what I decided to call her and she likes it so yup.
“Hey Via”
“Hey bubble gum girl” I grin at her as she exaggerates popping her gum.
“Harry’ in there with another client at the moment since you were late. He hates lateness”
I feel like I’m being scowled.
“Sorry” I say sheepishly.
“But I had trouble at work”
“That’s fine. Although, good luck explaining that to Harry”
I look at her curiously not knowing exactly what she means by that. What? Is he like going to spank me for being tardy?
A few minutes later Harry emerges from the back with a guy on his side. They’re both laughing and the guy, who I assumed just got tatted, keeps trying to hit Harry over the head who ducks every time.
“Thanks again, mate”
“No problem Zayn, you know you can stop by anytime”
The boy, Zayn, smiles and puts on his snapback walking backwards out the shop.
“I’ll see you later?”
He calls out to a shirtless Harry. Harry nods and waves the Indian boy off.
“Your 5 o’clock is here” Minzy says popping her gum. Harry looks over at me, seeming to notice I’ve been here the whole time.
Yes, I’m two hours late. Now you know why I’m pissed.
“C’mon” he says not giving me a second glance. I look at his back wide eyed.
Oh yeah, I’m in trouble.
-
“So, Minzy tells me you hate it when people are late” I say hopping up on the familiar chair.
“Yep” he simply says rolling the stool closer to the chair.
Harry starts fixing his station and motions for me to take off my sandals.
I’m going to be getting a feather on my left ankle. It’s going to be drawn as if it’s an ankle bracelet.
Harry begins cleaning the area while I stare at the muscles in his shoulders flex. Who wears a beanie and no shirt?
Harry Styles does.
He silently begins to ink my skin and it hurts like all hell. I knew it was going to hurt more in this area but I partly believe it is also because Harry isn’t talking to me. Before he talked the whole time and I was distracted by his voice.
“Harry?” I whimper as he goes over a particularly sensitive piece of skin.
“Yes?”
“Talk to me”
He looks up from my foot with his eyebrow raised. He see’s my desperate eyes and sighs dipping the pen in some black ink to continue the lining of the feather.
“How was your day?”
“Okay. I had a misunderstanding at work which is why I’m late”
“Two hours late” he corrects.
“Are the details really that important, Styles?”
He says nothing and wipes my foot going back in with the needle; I wince again.
“What do you do?” he asks.
“Well, on Monday’s, Wednesday’s and Thursday’s, I work at the art museum as a photography teacher for 7 hours; on Friday’s I get off early, I also work for a local newspaper writing poetry”
“Poetry?” he asks again.
“Yep.”
“What do you write about?”
“Anything really; sometimes they want specific things. Most of the time it’s about love cause’ you know everyone love’s love”
I try to chuckle but end up almost pulling my foot away when the pain became sharp. Harry quickly grabs my foot setting it in front of him.
“Try not to move, okay?”
I nod watching as the curls that aren’t tucked in his hat, fall over his face.
We carry one like this for the next hour sharing basic information about ourselves. Most of them are about me.
“You said your mother died, what happened to your father?”
“He’s in the army. Fighting in Iran as we speak”
“Your fathers a very brave man, defending his country and all” Harry mumbles.
I smile at the compliment.
“Thanks. What about you?”
“I’m not finished with you yet, do you have any siblings?”
I chuckle at him. I’m able to chuckle now because my foot is numb.
“Nope, I’m an only child. What about you?”
“I have and older sister”
“Was it lonely growing up?”
What is with him? He’s practically deflecting every question I ask only answering discretely.
“I don’ think so. We moved around a lot, never staying in one place, but I always made friends easily.”
“Do you still talk to them?”
“No” I mumble. The only friends I still talk to are Kimberly and Julia and that’s because Kimberly said she would hit me if I ever tried to ditch them. She’s a bit violent.
“Why not?” He mumbles back.
“I don’t know. It just wasn’t meant to be I guess”
He nods. Harry pulls back to get a good look at my ankle and wipes away the little bit of blood still spilling out of my open skin.
“You’re done”
“Thank god”
I say attempting to get up from the adjustable chair, but of course I nearly fall on my face. Harry catches me just in time but it’s a bit awkward because my face lands in his arm.
“Thanks” I muffle against his skin.
He cracks a smile, the first smile since we started, and proceeds to grab my things for me, keeping one hand on me while I limp to the front.
-
“Gee Harry, what you do to the girl?”
Minzy asks looking at my red foot.
“I guess she’s more sensitive in the lower region”
Harry doesn’t seem to notice the double meaning behind his words because he continues looking at my foot. Minzy and I exchanged glances before we burst into giggles.
“That’s Harry; always making sure the girls can’t walk when he’s done”
He seems to have caught that one because he smirks.
“How are you getting home?” He asks ignoring Minzy’s kissing noises.
“Taxi I suppose, since I can’t walk” Minzy burst into laughter again.
“I’ll drive you home”
“Oh that’s not necessary”
“I think I ought too since I’m the reason you can’t walk” He says grabbing his shirt and pulling it on.
Minzy is practically dying by the counter clutching her stomach.
“Oh c’mon that one was too easy!” she exclaims.
Harry keeps his hand on my back keeping my balance straight while I limp towards the door.
He looks back at Minzy and winks, “That one was for you”
-
Harry drives a very nice vintage red car. It goes perfect in the LA streets driving down to my small apartment a good few miles away.
“You practically live in the middle of nowhere” He teases once we pull up in front of my apartment.
“I like the solitude” I say trying to open my door. But apparently that’s not how it works. By time I go to ask Harry to unlock the door, he’s on my side opening the door and helping me to my feet.
“I could have opened my own door” I mumble under my breath.
“A gentleman always opens a lady’s door.”
I huff, “English people.”
-
Harry helps me into my bedroom moving things around so I can have a clear path for when I have to use the bathroom.
“Your room is a mess” he says eyeing the pile of dirty clothes I have in the corner.
“Yep I do.”
“Well, you’re safe” he takes a look around my room again, “Somewhat”
I laugh.
“Thank you Harry, you really didn’t have to do this but thanks”
“Hey, what kind of friend would I be if I left you alone?” He asks smiling at me. Ah, the smile I’ve missed.
“Friends, huh? Well, would you like to have lunch tomorrow with this friend?” I ask hopefully.
He bites his lip seeming to contemplate the idea. I hope he says yes. I really want to find out more about him. Today, he was a bit dodgy I assume it was because of my tardiness.
“You can’t even walk”
“We can have lunch here!” I say throwing my arms up in the air. He chuckles looking down at me. I smile up at him.
“Please?” I give my best puppy dog eyes.
He shoves his hands in his pockets, biting his lip.
“Fine”
“Yay!”
“Get some sleep!” He yells closing my door on his way out.
How could I sleep when he left the lights on?
-
So I got my new tattoo and it hurt like shit but that doesn’t stop me from wanting more. Yes, I want more I can’t help it. The heart wants what the heart wants. And tomorrow is going to be awesome because Harry’ coming over.
Wait, Harry’ coming over… I have no food and I can barely walk. Shit.
Notes
I really like this chapter. Did you guys see the punk 1d boys? can someone say HOT.This is Via's new feather tattoo --> http://www.polyvore.com/dream_catcher_tumblr/thing?id=33091816
Also, do you want me to post Via's outfit's? I sort of have a specific style for her and it will be easy since I have polyvore. If you think its a good idea say yes please.
9/8/13