One Direction Preferences<3

You Get/He Suggests A Tattoo. (tumblr)

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You Get/He Suggests A Tattoo.

Harry:
“Are you sure you want to do this [Y/N]?” He asks sympathetically. “Of course I’m sure, Harry. I can’t be the one with the pants in the relationship and not have tattoos!” I tease. He rolls his eyes. “I’m just kidding, Haz. I am quite terrified, babe. How did it feel like?” I ask. “It hurt-” I interrupt. “Wimp.” I mumble. “What?” He growls. “Oh nevermind, go on.” I smile. “Well yeah, it hurts in the beginning-” I interrupt again. “‘cos you were being a pussy?” I ask, cocking my head to the side, giggling. “That’s it [Y/N]!” He yells, carrying me over his shoulder and “We can’t have you messing around like that near these sharp objects guys.” The tattoo artist reminded. “Yeah, Harry. You might hurt yourself little boyy!” I squealed, pinching his cheeks. He narrowed his eyes.

“Ow! Babe!” I called for him as the needle stung my skin, but Harry didn’t do anything, he just stood near the tattoo paintings. “Harry?!” I yelled. “Oops, sorry. Little boys can’t be near sharp objects.” He mocked. “Come here, now!” I yelled. He shook his head and looked away. “Babe, please. Come here hold my hand.” I pleaded. “Come here, I have to tell you something.” I whispered. He ran to me and knelt down. “If you stay here with me, I’ll…” I looked up at the tattoo artist and I found it was inappropriate to say it right now. “You’ll find out later.” I winked at Harry and he quickly grabbed a chair and held my hand, waiting for the tattoo to finish.

{improvise the ending}

Louis:
“So what are you getting?” He asks, excited to go the shoppe. “I’ll probably just get like a flower or something.” I informed. “No babe, get something like a sword.” He suggested, and I just laughed. “Haha, why?” I asked. “So you’ll fit in mine and Harry’s puzzle piece. I have the compass, he has the ship and you have a sword.” He smiles. “While you two have amazing, meaningful tattoos, I have… a sword.” I frown. “No babe, next suggestion.” I said. “How about the quote you said to me when we first met?” He suggested again. “Because yours says ‘oops’ and Harry’s says ‘hi’?” I asked, but I already knew the answer. “Yeah!” He smiled. “And I’ll get what I said to you.” He continued. “But what I said was so stupid.” I frowned. “Hahaha, I know. What was it again, babe?” He laughed. “Don’t make me repeat it, Lou, please?” I pleaded. “C’mon.” He encouraged. “Remember I was a weird, loud teenager before I met you when I said this.” I reminded. “You still are a weird, loud teenager, but go on.” He smiled. “‘Are you from Baghdad?… ‘cos I wanna see you bag dat (back that) ass up.’” I said and he just started cracking up. “Babe, it wasn’t that funny.” I said in a serious tone. “Okay, okay, I’m done.” He said as he wiped a tear that started in his eye. “Remember what you said to me?” I asked. “Oh yeah, I said ‘cakes for dayzzzz’ and you found it rude,” “because it was rude.” I interrupted. “I know, I’m sorry. But those quotes brought us together. Now.. Lets go get our tatttooooooos!” He yelled running outside.

{cakes for dayzzzz means having a big ass}

Zayn:
“It’s gonna be fine, babe!” He smiled as he held my hand. “Says the boy who almost has a sleeve tattoo and is already used to the pain.” I said sarcastically. “Where are you getting the tattoo again?” He asks with worry in his tone. “On my hip.” I answer confidently. “Um..,” he mumbles looking away. “It hurts there, babe.” He frowned. “Am I too late to back down now?!” I loudened my voice. “Yes ma’am.” The tattoo artist smiled as he placed the sketch on my hip bone. “Babeeee!” I whined. “You’ll be fine, [Y/N].” He said as he pecked my lips. He held onto my hand and I squeezed as tight as I could when the needle touched my skin.

“Finished.” The tattoo artist slapped a sanitized tissue paper on the area and wipe off excess ink. I flinched at the touch and Zayn looked up at the tattoo artist and furrowed his eyebrows. Zayn looked back at me and smiled. “See, it’s beautiful.”
Niall:

“I’m still not okay with you getting a tattoo.” He grumbles. “Sorry, babe. Wanna know what I’m getting?” I smiled. “It’s a four leaf clover, it represents you, because your my lucky charm.” I smile. “That’s sweet, darling. But I just don’t want you getting hurt, I know how needles scare you.” He reassured. “I’ll be fine.” I said. “Owwwwwwwww!” I screamed as the needle poked my skin. “[Y/N]! [Y/N]! Calm down.” Niall said brushing his arm to mine. “Calm down?! Calm down?! This hurts like a bitch. You don’t even have a tattoo, so you have no right to tell me to calm down.” I yelled. He face fell and I felt pity. I waited for the tattoo to finish to apologize. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to yell at you. It just hurt so bad.” I nudged my head into the crook of his neck. “It’s fine, baby. As long as you’re alright.” He smiles.

Liam:

“This one babe? Or.. Or maybe this one?” He pointing at the sketches laid out on the table. “So many to choose from.” He looked so fascinated. “Baby, do you want a tattoo today too?” I asked. “Oh no, today’s about you, darling.” He grinned. “Oh okay then. This one?” I asked pointing to the picture of an anchor. “Too plain.” “This one?” “Too big.” “This one?” “Oh no!” “This one?” He shakes his head. “Babe, but I want that one.” I whined. “But-” he get interrupted. “No buts, I want this tattoo. “But it’s a picture of a lady bug, [Y/N].” He reminded. “Well, all of my other suggestions got denied.” … “ This is such a stupid tattoo. Why did I even get it?!” I asked myself. “Told you you’ll regret it, babe.” He reminded. “Shutttuppp!” I laughed.