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// noun //

a coloured fluid or paste used for writing, drawing, or duplicating.


6. f i v e


"Cal? Where are you off to?" Ashton asked. We all shared an apartment, mainly because Michael was too lazy to walk 3 blocks to get to our houses.

"I'm just going for a walk. I don't wanna stay in here for the whole day again." I said, shoving my phone into my pocket and grabbing my shoes.

"Alright, but don't forget that we have a meeting tomorrow so you can't come home pissed drunk." Ashton warned. I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"I know, Ash. Who said I was going to drink anyway?"

"I don't know, sometimes you do stupid things." Ashton mumbled.

"I thought we were going to leave the Snapchat in the past!" I whined, cringing.


"Hi, do you have an appointment?" I smiled as I watched Naomi through the window of the INK Studios. No, it was not in a creepy way, but the way she wanted to make conversation with me the other night interested me. Many of the girls that we meet usually talk to Luke, Ash and Mikey, mainly because they're the ones that talk. And now, since no one talks much to me, I've lived up the name of being 'quiet' and 'shy'.

"Calum? Hey! What are you doing here? Don't you have band stuff to do?" Naomi asked, laughing. I hesitated, biting my lip.

"Uh..." I didn't even know what to say. Most people would think that out of Luke, Ashton, Michael and I, that Luke would be the most awkward, but I come in second. And it's bad. "I just... Thought I'd come see you?" It came out more as a question and it made me sound stupid.

"Really, now? Did you miss me?" She asked, but I knew she was teasing me... R00d. I sighed, laughing as I scratched the back of my neck, something I tended to do when I was nervous. "Come on, your feet will get tired if you stand up too long." She said, dragging me into the studio (a/n: nobody can drag me down... sorry I had to lmao)

"Alright, but aren't you busy?" I asked, sitting on a stool as Naomi moved to the other side of the front desk, flipping through a large book with messy handwriting all in it. She glanced up at me, grinning as she tapped the bottom of a pen on her chin, the look of concentration in her eye as she wrote something down quickly.

"No, I get lonely, and I wouldn't mind having a little pup to keep me company." She said, making me pout with annoyance.

"What puppy? I'm not a puppy." I said, shaking my head. She simply laughed, rolling her eyes at me as she came back to the front, sitting in front of me.

"I've got someone coming in in about... 20 minutes." She said, checking the clock that hung on the wall. She placed her hands in her lap, my eyes glued to the intricate designs on her hands. She noticed me looking at them.

"Oh, these aren't tattoos." She said, bringing them to her face. "They're henna." She explained.

"But aren't those temporary tattoos?"

"Yes. But that's only because they have no meaning." She said simply, standing up when the bell to the door jingled. I looked up to see who it was, seeing a pretty buff guy covered in tattoos walk in. I looked away, sitting whilst absentmindedly playing with the loose thread of my black ripped jeans.

"What are you doing here?" I heard Naomi ask. I looked up, wondering who she was talking to.

"I've got an appointment, I've got reasons to be here." Mr Buff said. I stood up, looking from Naomi to Mr Buff. They know each other?

"Yeah, well you know I work here. I thought my brother told you that I wasn't interested." Naomi said, sternly.

"I'm not scared of your brother, babe." Mr Buff smirked, chuckling. Naomi pinched the bridge of her nose, eyes squeezed shut in annoyance. What the hell is going on?!

"What do you want, Liam?" (a/n: it's not Payno, I know what you're thinking. And it ain't Hemsworth either for all you Australians out there, aka me!)

"Look, love, I just came to get a tattoo done, alright? You wouldn't want me to sue this place for not treating me right, would you?" Liam asked, smirking. Oh god how I hate this boy.

"Benj? We've got a client." I said, looking to the back. Benji's head popped from behind the wall, walking towards us when his smile faded.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Benji asked. I stood in depth of him, arms out in case he decided to charge at him.

"Good try, Naomi. But I'm pretty sure John told me you'd be doing my tat for me." I looked to Benji, begging him not to do anything. Br what was he supposed to do when I was yanked back by my collar.

"HEY! DONT YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME!" I yelled, slapping Liam across the face. Ain't no bitchacho gonna touch me.

"Get the hell out of here or I'll call the cops, Liam." Benji said, through gritted teeth.

"Come on, Benji mate. You know Nick wouldn't want you to do that." And that's when everything that could go wrong. Went wrong.




Man this is random AF, but you'll get it soon. Hope you enjoyed it and I'm sorry for not updating for a while. And if there are mistakes you can blame the goddamn bus I'm sitting in.

Ily xx

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