Rock band imagines.

Slash: The tattoo.

Y/n's pov:
I was trying to read a new romance book that I got fro the bookshop earlier this week. Key word: trying. All I could focus on was my fiancée and his peculiar behaviour. He was standing in front of the mirror constantly looking at his torso and back, like he was searching for something. He looked extremely focused like whatever he was looking for needed to be found now. I took into account the small pout that was on his face, the one he got when he was creating new songs, either on his own or with the rest of the band.
He had been doing this for almost an hour now and I was beginning to become concerned. I put my bookmark into my book and placed it down on his side of the bed. I sat up on the bed and asked him "Hey curls. Are you okay?" He put on his shirt and grabbed his jacket and car keys. "Im fine." He said in a quiet voice. "I'm going over to Steven's house. The band wanted to go and hang out there, I will probablystay at his house so i can have a few drinks."
I got up off of the bed while nodding. I walked over to him as he put his jacket on. Once I reached him I put my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist kissing back, I pulled back before he deepened the kiss and decided to stay in. I knew that he was excited to spend some time with his friends, that isn't spent making music, on tour or in the studio. "Go, say hi to everyone for me. Also dont do anything stupid okay. i domt want another call from the police station, and have to come down and bail all of you out at 3 am. Okay. I will leave you there until the morning this time." He chuckled knowing that I was only half serious. "I won't don't worry. I love you, see you in the morning."
"I love you too. Have fun."
~The next morning ~
I woke up later than I usually do, due to the fact that I stayed up late finishing the book that I was reading. As I started to wake up some more I noticed that Slash was on his side of the bed, asleep. I guess he's sleeping away the hangover he got. He had his arm wrapped around my waist and his hair splayed all over his pillow, and his lips slightly parted. I smiled at his adorable sleeping figure. I carefully moved his arm from around my waist and hurried to the bathroom. I went to the toilet, brushed my teeth washed my face and did the rest of my skincare routine.
By the time I made it back into our bedroom Slash was awake. He was looking at me as I walked around back to my side of the bed. "You look sexy in my clothes. You should wear them more often." I blushed, quickly covering my cheeks knowing this is the response he wanted. He chuckled before getting up to go brush his teeth as well.
As he got back I had picked up another book that I had bought, this one was from last month when Slash had taken me on a surprise trip to the bookshop.
When he got back into to the room he didn't come crawling back into bed and lay his head on my chest like he usually did. Instead he took his t-shirt off and look in the mirror. Although this time he wasn't constantly moving like he was looking for something his eyes were glued to one spot, his left peck. "I have a surprise for you, come here." He said suddenly startling me and break the silence in the room. I crawled to the edge of the right side of the bed kneeling so I was eye level with him. He walked over so he was facing me before pointing to his left peck. "Tell me what you see."
I looked down and aa wide grin spread across my face and tears started to build up in my eyes. He got a tattoo of an open book, it had flowers growing out of it. But what melted my heart was what was underneath it it was my name, with little planets surrounding it and a star at the end of it.
"Yesterday I looking for the perfect spot to get it tattooed, that way i have you with me forever. You'll always be the closest thing to my heart." Afew tears slipped down my face at his confession, I launched myself at him wrapping my arms around his neck and attaching my lips to his. "I love it. Thank you baby." I said barely moving my lips from his.
He moved us so we were both laying on the bed he moved his lips from mine laying his head on my chest, wrapping his arms around my waist. I placed my hands in his hair, gently messaging his scalpe. The room filled with comfortable silence as we both just enjoyed each others presence.

The tattoo- imagine your name is under it.