"Seriously, how can Victoria just sleep all day? I swear she sleeps more than all of us combined." Louis said, jokingly.
I slowly lifted myself, sitting up on my bed.
"Maybe I'm planning on staying up all night." I teased.
"Are we going to the tattoo place?" I asked, looking through my phone.
"Victoria, we're already here." Niall said, trying not to laugh.
My eyes widened as I realized I had slept for nearly an hour.
"Oh."
I climbed down from my bunk, and followed the boys as they walked in the store.
"Hello how are you today?" The worker asked.
No one was in the store. Only him.
"Great, and yourself?" Harry asked.
"I'm doing good. What tattoo are you interested in? We have a few books with designs inside."
"Well, I'm gonna get like a big butterfly or moth kind of above my stomach."
"Um, I'll get a compass on my right arm. Anywheres fine." Louis said, chiming in.
"Anything else?"
I looked over at Liam, Niall and Andrew to see them all shake their heads. I glanced at Niall, then to the worker.
"I'll get a paper airplane on my forearm, and a monarch orange butterfly on my shoulder blade."
"No you're not." Andrew said.
"I'm 18. My dad can live with it."
"It's not about your dad. It's painful Victoria. Start with the one on your arm. A shoulder blade can be a painful spot to get one done."
"How about I get the paper airplane one, then I'll decide whether or not I still want the one on my shoulder blade."
Andrew shrugged his arms, while the worker led us to where we would have them done.
"Who's first?" The worker asked.
"I'll go."
Harry walked up, and lay on his back. He took his shirt off, and cleared his throat.
As the worker sanitized Harry's upper stomach, Harry held out his hand.
"Hold my hand?" Harry asked, trying not to laugh.
I chuckled, as he squeezed my hand in relief.
"Does it hurt?"
"It just feels like tiny pecks. It doesn't hurt that bad. I mean, it might hurt more for me because I'm getting a huge tattoo on my stomach which is a little more sensitive."
"But you've gotten tattoos before. You're used to the pain sorta."
As the tattoo started, Harry squeezed my hand a little harder. I was really nervous for my turn. I leaned over to Andrew, with my hand still in Harry's, and asked him for an Advil.
Andrew rushed over to the bus which was in private parking, and brought back bottled water and medicine.
After Harry was done, Louis had his turn. Louis didn't mind the pain at all. Harry was holding Louis' hand, as the worker made a medium sized compass.
Time flew by and before you knew it, it was my turn. I slowly sat down on the chair, and slipped off my camo sweater. I put my arm out, and the worker slipped his fingers under it. His latex gloves gave me goosebumps.
Harry grabbed my hand, and so did Niall, then Liam, and Louis. Andrew walked over and grabbed my hand too, which was hilarious. I had 5 people holding my hand, as the worker grabbed his tattoo pen.
*Buzzzzzzz*
I flinched as I heard his tattoo pen turn on. I held my breath and shut my eyes, as I waited for the pain to commence. My eyes widened as I soon felt a sharp pain in my arm. I bit my lip, as he continued with the paper airplane.
"How is it?"
I let out a deep breath, and looked over at Harry.
"It fucking hurts."
Shortly after, the paper airplane was finished and my arm was red and had felt like shit.
"Still getting the butterfly?"
"Well Niall gave me a butterfly necklace for that party, and Harry got a moth tattoo, so I'm gonna suck it up and get this tattoo."
Andrew made the boys wait in the waiting room, as I took off my crop top. This one hurt even more than my arm.
"Ow."
"You're almost finished. It looks beautiful, you're gonna love it." The worker said, attempting to cheer me up.
I kept whining, hoping it'd be over soon. Part of me felt bad for the worker. I mean, he probably dealt with clients like me before.
Finally, it was over. I let out a huge sigh of relief, as the worker fetched the boys.
"It looks amazing."
"You did a really great job.
"Totally worth it."
"Wow."
"Wait, how are you gonna keep this from your dad?"
I heard the sound of a camera click, then Harry kneeling down to show me his phone. It was a picture of the tattoo which looked amazing. The pain was totally worth it. My shoulder blade was throbbing, and was a little swollen.
"Here's some cream for the swelling and to make sure it doesn't get infected." The worker said, handing us a plastic bag, with 3 containers of cream.
Right before we were about to pay for our tattoos, the worker asked if he could take pictures for his design book. He looked so happy, when everyone agreed.
Right as he reached for his camera, my phone started buzzing. I quickly grabbed my phone to check it, as he led us back to the chair. Harry took his shirt off and posed for the picture, as I took a peek at my phone.
From Zayn Malik
I'm here.
I panicked a little because no one knew we were meeting up after getting tattoos.
I quickly sent a response, as it soon came to Louis' turn.
To Zayn Malik
Boys don't know.. I mean they do, just they don't know you're here right now.
From Zayn Malik
Wdym?
To Zayn Malik
I told them we were gonna hang out later, they just didn't know it'd be right after getting our tattoos.
"Victoria, your turn."
I shoved my phone back in my bag, as I took off my camo sweater. The worker started taking pictures of my arm.
"Alright beautiful, now the butterfly."
I took off my shirt just enough so the tattoo was visible. Harry held my hair up, as the worker took pictures.
"Fantastic, all done." The worker smiled and put down his camera.
As we headed back to the counter, I paid for my tattoos while the boys paid for theirs. We walked out the doors, and headed towards the bus.
"Zayn is actually waiting for me, so I'll just quickly grab whatever I left on the bus." I said, biting my lip.
"Right now?" Harry asked.
"Yea. We're just going for a walk."
"Where?"
"I don't know. A sidewalk?"
"Victoria, please."
"I don't know, I'm not from here."
"So you're gonna have Zayn take you somewhere where you don't know."
"You did it once. After the party when we met in that building."
Harry grinned, and finally let me off the hook.
I rushed over to the bus, and made sure I wasn't forgetting anything.
To Zayn Malik
Where are you?
From Zayn Malik
I'm across the street from the tattoo place. I see you guys. I'm wearing a white t-shirt, leather jacket, black jeans, and a blue Captain America hat.
To Zayn
Wait I think I see you.. You're by that yellow car?
From Zayn
Yea, I would go over there but I don't think the boys want to see me.
I put my phone back in my bag, and made my way over to where Zayn was.