Tattoo Roulette
a/n: I'm finally back on track! here's another shortie with a slight bit of spice!
same universe, medic!y/n and today Lhh
1.6k short but sweet
fluff, based on the tattoo roulette one direction video, slight spice towards the end, super mild
tw: tattoos, sex alluded, slight pain kink alluded
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I always love being on James' show. I of course am not actually on it, but because whenever the boys go on they always have a small performance afterward so I get to come along with them and sit in the audience while they do whatever they need before the show. James is actually friends with all of the boys and I have had dinner with him quite a few times, not to mention Harry and I have babysat for him on a few occasions. He is a wonderfully sweet guy and truly a comedic mastermind when it comes to things like making up games for his show or anything like that. It's always a treat to see what he is going to have the boys do for him.
I was with the boys backstage in their dressing room before they were about to go on stage, just grabbing Harry's ring to place on my necklace before I went out to my seat. Harry was looking very handsome tonight in his dark blue button-up (that was not really all that buttoned) and a suit jacket. His hair was starting to get so long that he was constantly moving it out of his face now.
“Haz do you just want me to put it up?” I noticed him flipping it out of his face as I was about to leave for my seat.
“No, no, it needs to flow!” I giggled at him but agreed and went to take my seat. I was right up towards the front with a wonderful view of the boys and James sat right in front of me. Paul and Lou were on either side of me watching as well and laughing at all of their jokes. A few times Haz would look over at me and smile, doing a not-so-discreet nose scrunch at me when he moved his hair out of his face, clearly regretting not letting me put it up for him before. Finally, they had finished at his desk and went for a break before the “game” section of the show would start. While the cameras weren't rolling James walked over to say hello to me with Harry following closely behind him.
“Looking lovely tonight, y/n, as always.” I laughed and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“Such a gentleman James. What do you have in store for my boys tonight?” He smiled at me and wagged a finger back and forth.
“You'll just have to wait and see like the rest of them!” The crew called them back and Haz gave me a kiss on the cheek before he went back to the stage to join the other three boys standing there nervously. As James introduced the game I swear I almost thought he was joking. It was pretty unlike James to put himself in a situation where he could actually end up doing something as crazy as getting a tattoo, but it was clear he was not joking as the boys went to stand with their boxes on the other side of the room. I could see poor Niall's hands shaking from across the room, the boy hated the idea of getting a tattoo. Most of the other boys were unbothered by the idea, Harry, Liam, and Louis had all gotten them before and at this point (especially for Harry and Louis) it would just be another to add to the growing collection. I had been with Harry when he got tattoos before, as we have a couple of matching/corresponding ones we got together and I just go with him when he gets them. It's a whole event that we get to make a fun night out of. I wouldn't necessarily say that Harry has a “pain kink” but I will say this: getting tattoos turns him on. I don’t think it's actually the pain that does it, just something about that particular feeling is very enticing to him, it's similar to the high he sometimes gets after a big show on tour. The lighting turned to red on James as he was about to open his box, and he was taking a long time.
“James?” Harry was standing right next to him trying to encourage him.
“Harold?”
“open the box” after a minute James did, in fact, open the box, to reveal the blue “safe” on the inside. The only two left were Harry and Niall. Poor Niall was becoming visibly more of a nervous wreck with each box that was opened and declared “safe”. I got Harry’s attention and attempted to sign Niall's name to him, eventually, he nodded before walking over and giving Niall a hug, trying to calm him. He whispered something in his ear though I couldn't tell what as he went back to his own box and got ready to open it. Although before I hadn't thought about it at all, now I was starting to get nervous as the red lights turned to Harry.
“Very intimidating that light.” I heard him say and he moved his hair out of his face one last time before quickly sliding open the box. My breath got caught in my throat as Niall and James both erupted in screams and the buzzer went off to confirm that Harry was the one. He looked at me with a smirk on his face and shrugged before James opened Niall's box just to be sure and the show went into another commercial break. As they did the tattoo artist was brought back on stage and Harry walked over to me.
“You want to come closer to watch?” He still had that smirk on his face and I nodded but looked closer to where the artist was setting up, there were no seats anywhere near there.
“Haz, there are no seats over there.” His smirk got even bigger and I could see the little glint in his green eyes.
“I know. I want you to sit right next to me.” For a moment I legitimately thought he was joking but then I saw James ask someone to get me a chair and suddenly there I was, sat right next to Harry on camera praying to god I didn’t look too stupid. The cameras came on with me on the other side of them this time as James asked Harry where he was going to get it.
“I'm not sure, didn't really think about that before, to be honest, what do you think y/n/n, you get the final say.” I smiled at him and pretended to think for a moment.
“There's a bit of a blank space right below our heart” He took off his jacket and one of the cameras came over to do a side by side of one of our matching tattoos, our “heart on our sleeve” we got a couple of years ago together. Just as I remembered there was a little patch of no ink below the heart, right above the crease of his elbow. We agreed it was as good a place as any and the artist went to work with Harry's arm outstretched and his other resting on my leg, squeezing occasionally. The entire time he looked right into my eyes while he was getting it and I could see his pupils get progressively larger and larger with every passing second. Something else was also getting larger and larger with every second, though I prayed I was the only one who noticed. I raised my eyebrows at him and the look he gave back to me sent a nice chill down my spine. He was finished quickly, and to my surprise, I actually liked the little tattoo added in the blank space. It was small but fitting for the mess of little tattoos around that part of his arm. His pupils were still blown when he made a joke to the camera about being a little woozy before they turned away while the boys got ready to do a song.
He was in fact a little woozy so I handed him some water to drink while I helped him with his in-ear and mic. I was fitting the linear/mic box into the back pocket of his pants while he was taking little sips of water. Liam walked over to us and made sure his mic was all set before he leaned in close to me and said,
“not the first time I've seen Harry's eyes go like that you know.” He was referring clearly to the time he walked in on me and Harry in a hotel room (inevitable when you live with that many boys and your boyfriend for so long) and I swatted away at him.
“None of that Payno! It was one time!” he was walking away and dragging Harry along with him as he responded.
“And I'll never let you lot forget it!”. They went off to do the songs they had planned on and Harry and placed his jacket back on over the tattoo. He kept his arm out relatively straight for most of the first song even while he moved the other one around so I signed to him: how's it feeling?.
He signed back to me: arms fine, something else hurts. I could feel my cheeks go bright red. I could only thank my lucky stars that they weren't doing no control tonight as they had originally planned and that we would soon be done with no after-party until tomorrow. Just a few more minutes and Harry would be dragging my arm out the door and back to our shared hotel room, hopefully, this time with no intruding band members to interrupt our fun.
