Harry Styles Tattoo Novels & Stories

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

I stopped right in my tracks when I found two guys talking but as soon as they noticed me, they stopped talking. "Hey," One of them spoke, "Im Zayn." He smiled and walked towards me. He had brown messy hair, lots of tattoos and piercings. He was indeed hot. "Alexia." I returned the smile. "Ohhhhh," The other guy spoke, "The assassin." He had brown hairs, lots of tattoos but no piercing. "Yeah," I replied, "The assassin." "Im Harry." He winked at me as i looked at him in a disgusted face.

I realized how much I missed him, more than I had admitted to myself. “You really love tattoos,” I remarked as he casually removed his shirt. His back was covered in intricate black and gray tattoos—half a skull, half the face of a crying woman. His shoulders and arms were adorned with shading, letters, and flowers that had intertwined over time. I noticed the names of my parents, mine, and his pack etched on a cross. My dad would have had a fit if I had even a single tattoo.

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

"You..." Ilumina had just finished saying that when she saw Harry tearing up Terry's signed form. Leo felt a little relieved at that and heard Harry say coldly, "Before I get angry, you two get the hell out of here! If I find you two doing scams in this area, I won't be as lenient as this time!" Ilumina heard that glanced at Harry's arm, suddenly saw a tattoo of a three-headed cat, bit her lip and said to Leo, "Let's go!"

Already breath intercepted, and the heart began to pound in his chest like a hare's tail. Probably because of the new tattoo. On her ankle, the very one she was chained to, is now the name "Harry" crossed out by prison bars. Honestly, he doesn't like this tattoo. He would have preferred to forget this nightmare quickly, and for Kit to forget. But she sees it differently. Lou kissed the warm hollow several times and pulled the girl closer to him. - And we ran out of bread ... Are you going? she asked, twirling a strand of his dark hair around her finger.

Charles whined as he stepped closer to me reaching for my hand when a voice sounded behind me. "By me." The voice said and I recognized it before the person came to stand beside me. I looked up at Henry and a tiny gasp escaped my lips. Henry looked so different from school today as he had on a pair of black pants and a sleeveless black turtleneck that revealed his snake and roses tattoos on his left shoulder. There was a chain hanging around his neck and his hair fell around his eyes, blue eyes that glared at Charles. "Henry?" Charles asked, eyes darting to me and Henry who smirked.

They were so welcoming and fun to talk to, although there was this one I was particularly interested in He was really hot if I do say so myself, he's baby-blue eyes were in contrast with his dark hair which looked like he had been running his hand through it the whole night. He was wearing a plain black shirt with a denim jacket that read 'be whatever you want' on the left shoulder, torn black jeans and moonlight sneaks. You could see his muscles underneath his shirt and a tattoo on his wrist that looked like a skull with thorns coming out of its eyes and beneath it writing that looked scribbled. I couldn't read it but it looked really cool...maybe it's because it was on him after all. "Hey!

Harry kisses me like i am the air he breathes ,the soul he worships and I have never felt more alive. He pushes me on the bed and gets on top of me . He cages my body between his strong arm muscles and bites my earlobe . I fidget in removing his shirt . After some unsuccessful hardwork, harry chuckles and helps me remove his shirt. I trace my finger on the tattoo on his pec. "I didn't know you had any tattoo." I say still grazing it . "Now you do. " He says and smiles . "What does it mean?" I ask harry.

She tried to push her memory and list everything she remembered about them. "This seemed quite young, maybe in their early to mid twenties. The guy named Harry had a tattoo of an eagle on his wrist. And they were reporting everything to someone on the phone." She's scratched her hair in an attempt to jog up her memory. She had clearly heard the name of the person who was commanding them. Maybe the injury on her head had made her memory week.