Harry Styles Tattoo Novels & Stories

His expression didn't change much—still that same puzzled frown—but Harper noticed the brief tightening around his eyes. He exhaled through his nose. "I must’ve been drunk," he muttered. "Probably thought it was an h. For... I don't know. Harper. Or hope. Or some stupid shit I thought was romantic at the time." He let out a weak, self-deprecating laugh. Harper studied the tattoo again. In the lamplight, with the mirror angled just right... it really did look more like an h. The tail of the cursive was slightly elongated, the loop softer. An L would have been straighter and sharper.

But when he snaked his hand to her front and caress her breast,she moaned out. She felt disgusted within herself for moaning. She is suppose to be in tears not moan.. Harry pressed closer to her,he was still completely dressed. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he forced her to look at him,her heart ran out of her chest when his handsome chiseled face stared at her. Up close,she found out he had a tattoo on his neck,more like a signature. "Give me your back"he whispered. Bethel did as she was told. The ruffle of cloth was heard,then he came behind her.

Alvara's Point of View I had been right to assume Teagan knew someone for the tattoo. She had made her dislike of the thought clear but still supported me enough to introduce me to one of Harland's friends. Jean had his ears stretched. Almost every piece of skin was covered in tattoos. Except for his face, besides for one random unicorn close to his hairline. He was a happy-go-lucky type of person. Artwork framed his walls along with him and another man together in photos. Everything was sterile. Clean to a point where even Ozias would approve.

Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, winding and thick brushed tribal designs covering the skin around them. “Guess again, asshole. If you’re so familiar with their markings, you probably know what my ink means.” Harken glares down at Karl, watching as the kids’ wide eyes wander over the tattoo, his fingers gripping his forearms. “Well, w-what’s that one then?” Karl asks and poi

He could see the scars on her thighs and the ugly scar that marred her left knee. Lolita turned to the side, showing her profile. The first thing that caught his eye was the tattoo on her arm. He was immediately transported to the hospital, where there had been a bandage on her arm. Hayden had known she was seriously injured, but a tattoo? And one as gnarly as that? “What…” he cleared his throat and the emotion that clogged it. “What is that?” Lolita caressed it for a moment. “It was supposed to be the Paris tower, except now it looks like shit. Jarrod drew it. It was the most painful thing I’d ever experienced.”

“I need the ink.” “What colors?” He asked. “Each pile gets a black. The second one gets three.” Alec did as I asked. “The fourth is a water color tattoo so I need one pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. This one is red and orange.” “Four tattoos today?” Alex asked. “Yeah, they are all big tattoos and not much pain tolerance.” “Mine is itching like crazy.” “Turn around and lift your shirt up.” I said rolling my eyes. Grabbing the numbing lotion, I put it on his back. He even keeled for me but I caught him looking at me in the mirror.

“Let’s go. I got an idea.” “You are totally fucking crazy,” I whisper. “Crazy for you.” He smirks. My eyes lift up to the tattoo artist as he holds the needle in his gloved hand. “So you just want the lips tattooed exactly as they are?” Stace lies on the bed with his arm above his head. “Yes.” He thinks for a moment. “And the same colour as the lipstick.” He pauses for a second. “Actually, can you write the words Mrs. Mac underneath it.”

Of course, after I bathed myself in sunblock and putting on my pink summer hat. I didn't change into swimwears just yet. I remained wearing the casual clothes I wore into nap this morning after breakfast. "Wow! There's a tattoo stand!" I grabbed Sirius on the arm and pulled him with me towards the offering tattoos. "Hello!" I greeted smiling widely while eyeing the big book of tattoo designs displayed on his table. "Is this permanent or you do henna as well?" The old man smiled at me. "I do henna, too. Would you like one? You can choose among these designs."

“No wonder you know so much about Harry Potter.” “Yea..." he looked away before changing the subject. “The Songbird Contest is this Tuesday, isn’t it?” “Yea, how’d you know I was participating?” He just smiled mysteriously. Ivanka was walking her dog Timothy when she saw a Harley Davidson screech to a halt and the guy riding it removed his helmet. He was tall and had jet black hair and piercing green eyes. He wore a V-neck black shirt and black jeans. He was the typical bad boy, with tattoos and a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. She shrugged and walked away.

The first thing he came across was his reflection in the mirror. He was shirtless with his pants hanging around his waist. His hairs were a little dishevelled covering his forehead. There was small tattoo of a tornado. It was just an inch tall as he made that when Kaz and Conner challenged him to do so. He never liked to ink his skin as he liked it clean devoid of any absurd pattern on it. The scars he got from the wars he had won were enough for him and he cherished them on his skin. But they, especially Kaz loved to ink his skin or he should say he liked to be penetrated by a needle to ink his blood. Zackarya never had these types of likings.