Eyes of the invisible || l.r.h

Chapter 10: Changed.

|Megan's p.o.v.|

I needed a change, I couldn't spend my entire teenage life being a little goody-two-shoes running around after people who didn't want me in their lives, I had to make a change.

I'd been spending a lot of time with Harry recently, I figured if I could become closer to him then I would be able to get over whatever my weird relationship with Luke was and actually have friends, I could be a somebody. I knew my image didn't really match the groups though, I had to make a change and Haz was going to help me with that, so I called him.

"Martin.." he stated.

"Harry I need your help!" I tried not to sound weak and desperate.

"What's up babe?" I cringed.

"You know big John don't you?"

"Yeah why? what you thinking of doing?" he actually sounded excited at the thought of me meeting 'big John'.

"Come pick me up." I ended the call after I refused to answer his question, he probably knew what I was going to do anyway.

Around ten minutes later he arrived at my house.

"You sure you want to do this?" he questioned as I got in his car.

"Yeah, I mean why not, like I told you at the lockers, I'm not an innocent little girl." I was. I'd never done anything crazy before in my life, I was too afraid. Harry just smirked and turned on the radio.

We seemed like we had been driving for hours but in fact it was actually only around 30 minutes, probably just my nerves. I felt stupid, I mean I'm fifteen for gods sake, I'm one of the youngest in my year and Harry was two years above me, but I think he was one of the youngest too because he was still seventeen.

"You don't have to do this you know Martin." I hated it when he called me that, but at the same time it was kind of cool that he only called me by my surname.

"I know." I didn't want to explain that I had to, I had to do it or Harry would just find some other girl and I would be alone again.

|Luke's p.o.v.|

I hated seeing them together. I mean I'm not in love with the girl she can do what she wants, but Harry Styles? I mean seriously, she can do so much better than fucking Harry Styles. This was just going to end up the same way things did with Michael, and I'm going to have to pick up the pieces, again.

I hadn't spoken to the band since they walked out on Meg an I, hey I don't even think we are a band anymore, I have new friends and people actually now know who I am, girls are all over me and it's great, I'm better off now than I ever was with them, I just missed it all though, I know I had new friends but they weren't close friends like what the guys were, I couldn't call them when I was sad because deep down I knew I didn't fit in, but oh well, I guess it's what I deserve for being a dick.

|Megan's p.o.v.|

We pulled up in an alleyway, a giant sign kept blinking in the distance. As we edged closer to it Harry grabbed my hand and I read the sign 'Johns', simple enough. It all seemed really sketchy though, there were giant bins lined up against the wall of the building, the kind that you'd expect to see a dead prostitute collapsed in after a drug fuelled Friday night, and the stench was revolting, a mixture of piss, weed and alcohol, I thought I was going to vomit. I guess it was going to be sketchy though, I mean a tattoo studio that did underage tattoos and piercings without parents permission wasn't exactly going to be situated next door to Buckingham palace now was it.

We stepped inside and a giant, overweight, tattoo ridden man approached us.

"Styles man, brought another victim I see." he chuckled as he shook Harry's hand. What did he mean 'another victim'?

"I guess so, but it actually wasn't like that, she made me bring her." he bit back. The man who I was presuming was 'big John' turned to me.

"So what will it be then sweetheart?" he grabbed the hand that wasn't grasping on to Harry's and brought it to his bearded mouth then kissed it, it made me feel physically sick. I pulled my hand away and replied to his question, my voice sounding weaker than usual...

"I- I uh.. I think- I want my both sides of my nose, smiley and the middle of my lower lip pierced.." I stopped, unsure about wether I wanted to continue with this. I sighed and carried on.

"My shoulder, I want a black rose." I commanded, feeling a little more confident knowing that Harry's smile was growing with everything that I added to my little 'list'.

"Wow okay then, is that it?" he looked taken aback by all of my demands.

"No, I want an anchor and smoke on my thigh." I smirked at him, It felt right, I knew I needed this, I didn't care how my parents would react.

"Let's do this then." he lead me over to a black chair and I sat down, Harry at the side of me. He leant in to whisper something in my ear.

"This is so fucking hot."

I wanted to blush so hard at what he said but I knew I couldn't, I had to keep my cool.

"What first?" John sat next to me and lined up his tools.

"Piercings then tats." I turned to face him. He started with my mouth, first the smiley, which didn't actually hurt that bad because if already kind of pierced it myself a few times previous so it didn't hurt too much, then he did my lip and nose pretty quickly actually. I don't know how I managed it, I'm a sucker for pain but I kind of just blanked it, acted like it wasn't there and it was soon over and done with.

Those tattoos though, they're what threw me, it stung like a bitch, pain I'd never experienced, you think that I'd be good at handling pain since I put myself through enough of it, but the self inflicted pain it didn't last for hours on end, it was torture. I was becoming irritable and Harry could tell, I thought he was going to tell me it was all going to be okay, I didn't have to carry on, I thought he would have said something caring if I'm honest, but he didn't.

"You better sort yourself out because we're not backing out of this now." he whispered to me. WE'RE?!! How fucking dare he, I was the one having tiny little needles repeatedly jabbed into my arm, he just sat and watched, I was seriously pissed off.

"I'm fine." Fine, ha. the amount of times I'd said that with tears streaming down my face, or blood pouting from my wrists was uncountable, fine is not good.

John finally finished torturing my body after around 4 hours and I stepped over to the mirror to admire the permanent ink. I almost didn't even recognise myself, I was covered in piercings, my makeup was dark, clothes were torn and now had two fucking massive tattoos on my body, I was taken back by what I had become.

"You've never looked better." Harry snaked his arms around me as we stared at my reflection, I guess I did need all this, he would never have liked me if I just looked like plain old me.