Harry Styles Tattoo Novels & Stories

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

He wore a red and white checkered shirt, as did all his pack members, and he never bothered to shave and tied his light brown hair up in a low man bun. "What?" asked Wayne curiously, seeing Harry's eyes sparkle as he looked at him. "I always wondered why the Serene Moon members all dressed like that," Harry stated as he began eating his ice cream again. Wayne turned his stool so that his back was to the bar, then rested his elbows on the counter as he continued to drink.

The ink prepared is carbon-based, reacting naturally and smoothly on the body so that the tattooing procedure will be safe and sterile. "You're ready, aren't you?" asks Denis, the same question for every client before beginning the hours—long execution. "I won't waste time if I'm not ready." "Right, you must be very busy." Denis began to apply the triforce stencil paper to the skin on Gaby's back and flattened the stencil. Denis let it sit for a moment before completely removing it and revealing the triforce pattern that had adhered to Gaby's skin. Denis' focus was back on the line now.

So I walked to the full length mirror in my bedroom and turned my back to it, looking at my naked reflection on its shiny surface. There it was. The word ‘Harry’ written in clear cursive handwriting. Harry had chosen the tattoo shop, the tattoo artist — he insisted it be a woman, the tattoo design, everything. Thankfully, it was a small tattoo and he didn’t ask for his face to be drawn on my whole back. With a sigh, I wore my robe again and returned to bed. What a fool I was.

He instructed me nicely to sit on the chair which looked like a dentist’s chair and it makes me even more nervous because I fucking hate sitting on the dentist’s chair. All of a sudden, Harry enters the room and I watch him sit on the other chair which was next to me. My brows creasing as soon as he takes off his shirt and points to his left chest as he tells his tattoo artist, “I want it here. I want it in bold and an inch big.” “Harry, what are you doing?” I called out. He smiles at me, “I’m diving with you too.” I feel my cheeks blushing, “You’re getting another tattoo?”

His sexy eyes gently fell to the top of my chest which were my cleavages and heat rushed to my stomach, spreading down my thighs. He diverted his gaze from my breasts to my face, clearing his throat. His hand reached up to the back of his neck to rub slowly. I was able to catch and stare at the tattoos on his arm. It wasn't something very huge but I could easily tell they were meaningful. I stopped looking and began to speak again. "You haven't answered my question, Harry. Why are you here?" It took him seconds to reply. "I'm gonna be absent from school for a few days, cause I'm gonna be away for work..."

''Take off your shoes,'' I blurted. He didn’t move. I knelt down and tugged at them myself. Left shoe. Right shoe. Socks. He grunted something about pressure and bent down to pull off his coat. Then his shirt. And my brain flatlined. Tattoos covered his torso, ink winding through muscle and scar tissue in ways that were impossible not to stare at. A hawk spread its wings across his ribs, bold and dark. A skull, a rose, some Latin phrases. And beneath it all, scars. Faded lines that told stories I couldn’t begin to imagine.

I dropped into my chair and waved off my wolves as they tried to rise. “Good of you to show up,” said my Beta, Harley, with a snort. She was a tomboy, her black hair cropped short and her ears glinting with multiple silver piercings. It still seemed odd to see her with her natural hair colour – back before the Eternal Winter, before our trade with the other packs had dried up, she’d dyed her hair pastel pink. Tattoos inked her whole body, with the words love and hate across each set of knuckles respectively. She flexed the hand with hate on and smirked up at me.

Both have ageless beauty like him, though human years they would be around their twenties. Thade had his jet black hair tied into a messy man bun. Strong jaw evident with his staple stubble on and bushy brows framing his steel blue eyes. His pale skin radiates against the blank ink on his skin. Being topless is his badge of honor. Showing off an oak tree tattoo from his back that stemmed its withered branches to his arms across his entire upper body. Though it doesn’t drown the presence of his chiseled abs. While he wore the same jet black color of wide legged pants that reached the floor as his bare feet stuck out. All his nails are also painted in black.

“I just thought of something. I should go over to Chadwick’s and have him draw a really awesome picture on my cast.” Chadwick is a friend of Harlow’s boyfriend. He’s a tattoo artist who happened to give Juliet her first and only tattoo, because she’s a crybaby. “That’s all…that’s what was so important that happened to scare the crap out of me?” I bicker. “Uh…yeah.”