AU: a world where Louis and Harry's tattoos are for their eyes only.
"It's not like it's our fault." Louis sits up, looking down on me and leaning on his hand. "You can't choose who you're with." He grabs my arm and lines it up next to his, so our ink matches and sits close to one another. "And even if you could I wouldn't change it." He traces the lines of the tattoos, looking down. "Ever."