''Are you sure you wanna do this?'' I ask, getting the gun ready for us.

We've been together for a bit over a year now, we met in your home country, i'd been out on a walk and gotten lost when you happened to walk by and the rest is history.

You’re visiting me while I'm on tour and we’ve been hanging out in my hotel room and you know Harry had gifted me a tattoo gun for my birthday earlier this year when you got the idea of us tattooing each other's initials on our hands, so I'll tattoo Z on your hand and you'll tattoo your initial on mine.

I scoot closer to you with the tattoo gun in my right hand as i look into your eyes, ''you're still sure?'' I ask, pressing my lips to yours in a chaste kiss when you nod. ''Alright, give me your hand then'' I murmur.