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Chapter 6- Your Heart is My Home 

"Ugh, isn't there any other tattoo artist?" Harry retorted rudely. 

"Nope, it's just me today," Jeremy smiled wickedly, feeling amused that his forst customer of the day is the boy that crashed his party. He was quite intrigued by the trio that ruined his party and made his nose bleed non-stop for nearly an-hour. Luckily it didn't broke or anything, it was, however, painful as hell."So stop whining like a bitch and lay down will ya?" 

"I can't believe that you work here. Don't you have to go to school or something?" Harry pressed on. 

"Look who's talking. Why aren't you at school?" Jeremy snapped back. 

"I have my reason," Harry shrugged. His reason would be he couldn't stand being in class so he bailed on the second period.

"And I have mine. Now shut your chatty pussy gob and sit down," Jeremy ordered, smirking at the word 'pussy'.  

"You you the word pussy alot," Harry smirked "Gay much?" 

"Don't be a smart-ass monkey-face,"

"How can I be sure that you won't stab me with that tattoo gun?"  Harry still wasn't satisfied. 

"You won't," Jeremy grinned wickedly "And I will make sure to make it as painless as possible,"  

 Harry Payne-Malik couldn't believe that he was letting the person that man-handled his brother at his first party draw his first tattoo on his fair skin. The fight between him and his brother were getting too much for him, and he'd been wanting to get a tattoo for while now. And the stress is just the push he needed to do it. He wanted a tattoo that's personal to him, something that reminds him of home, something that reminds him of family. Jeremy snickered when Harry told him that he wanted the letters 'PM'-which stands for Payne-Malik - in cursive letters on his right side of his shoulder blade. He did contemplate on getting the initials 'PMS' but that would be too weird. "Is it your girlfriend's name?" Jeremy asked sarcastically even though he had a small idea on what it stands for, as he draws a rough sketch of the ordered letters. Harry just shrugs his shoulder, knowing that answering the boy's question would just lead them to another long and tiresome banter.

After showing Harry the draft he made, which Harry was quite shocked at the beauty of it, he quickly went to work. Guiding the tattoo gun carefully over the pale milky skin, Jeremy tried to make small talk wanting to create a good impression over Harry, or at least try to mend their small misunderstanding at his party. One of the main reason is Jeremy was quite taken by Niall. He had asked around the school about Niall and the two bloke that came and took him away at the party. He found out Niall's full name and the two blokes were his brothers; Louis who is a senior like him, and Harry here, a sophomore. He had try to look for Niall this morning and when he couldn't find him, he decided to bail school and help his more-than-willing Uncle  Mes at his tattoo parlour.  

"So,..Niall is your brother huh?" Jeremy asked carefully. 

"I don't want you to talk about him," Harry warned protectively "And I don't want to go anywhere near him," 

"Got anything against fags? And is your brother gay by any chance?" Jeremy asked cheerily, ignoring Harry's previous warning. 

"Can you just focus on finishing my tat?" Harry replied, feeling a tad annoyed. 

"What's with the sour mood? Oh, by the way, the name's Jeremy," He announced happily "Might want to remember that Harry," 

"How the the hell did you know my name?" Harry asked incredulously. 

"Did some digging on the blokes that crashed my party," Jeremy shrugged like it was no big deal, then proceeded to wipe the the leaking ink on the pointer. "And the cute blonde lad," 

"Okay Jeremy, I will ask you politely to stop talking about my brother and leave him alone?" Harry warned again, trying to calm his anger. 

"Okay, okay fine,...jeez Harry, what's with the bitchy mood swings?" 

"Just don't like people talking about my brother like that," Harry muttered, which was true, nothing bugs him more than people talk about Niall sexually or like he was an exchangeable property. Hell, he doesn't even know if he's gay, bisexual or straight, and he doesn't care.  

"Would it make you feel better if I apologized?" Jeremy asked sincerely. 

"Nope" 

"I'm going to apologize anyway because I'm true gentleman. I, Jeremy Eugine Styles, apologize sincerely for being a douche bag,...how's that?" 

"Are you done yet?"  Harry asked, his tone agitated. 

"Actually, I finished like,...five minutes ago. I'm putting bandage on your tat, try not to move so much for a while, or touch it. Leave it alone and there are signs of allergic reaction or pain more than necessary, please run to the doctor immediately," Jeremy smiled wickedly. He carefully placed the bandage over the tattoo and gave Harry a small slap on the back. "All done Harold,"

"Don't call me that," He didn't know why, but he hated the name Harold.

"Boy, you're one bright sunshine in a basket with puppies," Jeremy shakes his head with a small smile on his lips. "And I think it's because you're a homophobic, am I right Harry?"

"No," Harry replied simply, putting on his t-shirt and sweatshirt. 

"Come on, I don't care if you are Harry," 

"I said no," Harry replied with a sigh. Should he tell him? Should he tell him that his own parent is gay? "Where should I pay?"

"The counter near the entrance," Jeremy replied with a sigh. 

If Harry was being honest, there's a small voice nagging behind his head telling him that there is something more about Jeremy Styles. One of it it his last name, Styles; which sound oddly familiar and second is his physical appearance; his chocolate brown hair much like his but it's wavy, striking green eyes with a mischievous glint, pale skin, a large smile accompanied with dimples, but the most obvious difference between the two of them is Jeremy's sharp jawlines, much like his Papa Zayn.  

Harry have always been someone with a high instinct, and right now, his instinct is telling him that there is more than meets the eye with Jeremy. But he wasn't sure if it is a good thing or a bad thing. Not yet anyway. Harry paid for his tattoo and left the tattoo parlour, but a set of running feet caught his attention whilst walking towards his motorbike.  

"Hey Har," Jeremy greets him with a huge smile. God, does this boy ever stop? And Har? Seriously? At least his Boo and Ni gave him a cute nickname; Haz. Har just sound barbaric and.....uncivilized nickname. 

"Har?" He asked the taller lad incredulously. 

"Yes, Har,...Harry is too long and I can't find any nickname that suits that massive curly hair head. I bet if you shaved it your head would look tiny," He chuckles. 

"So, you come here just for the sake of giving me a really bad nickname and tease the size of my head?" 

"And tell you that you got one bloody awesome bike!" He gushes at Papa's green and black Kawasaki Ninja ZX-6R motorbike. 

"Not exactly mine, but thank you," I said, putting on my helmet. 

"Say, Har-har, wanna hang? There's a new Irish diner not quite far away from here?" Jeremy asked, excitement flashing in his green eyes. 

"If I say yes would you stop talking and harassing my brother?" I bargained, wanting to get Jeremy off of Niall's back. I feel much safer that way. 

"Deal, let me go and get my car,"  

A few minutes later, an ild station wagon that was blasting off some loud techno-song stopped right beside him.  

"Follow me Har-har!" Jeremy yelled over the music, then proceeded to drive away. 

"A station wagon? Really Jeremy?" Harry snickered, then proceed to follow the older lad.  

He is so going to regret this. 

***

 "Well that was really nice of Mr. O'Brien,"  Archie commented as the two best friend walked him under the subtle sun. Their Biology teacher had a little bit of mishap during her lunch break, involving an apricot stone and Heimlich maneuver form the principal. So, Mr. O'Brien stepped in to replace him for Archie's and Niall's detention, but being the kind and silly person he is, let them off after thirty minutes sitting in class playing bingo and boggles. 

"Do you think he has a girlfriend? Or that he's gay?" Niall asked nonchalantly, trying hard not to show Archie that he was upset when Mr. O'Brien said he has a date tonight. Niall had come out to Archie last year, and Archie was more than happy to support his best friend, mentally saying that he's been in love with him even before Niall knew he was gay. Niall had no plan on coming out to his family or friend; not because he was afraid, but he wanted to come out with a boyfriend, not alone. He didn't want to be brushed off as just a phase or hormonal. And the second problem was, he seemed to be developing a crush on his art teacher, the cute Mr. Dylan O'Brien.

"I really don't know Niall,..." Archie replied truthfully, even if he was slightly hurt by the question. 

"He looked really cute today, with his new thick glasses and plaid shirt, his cute moles and adorable brown eyes," Niall gushed, kicking a rock on the pavement. 

I have adorable brown eyes and moles, Archie thought to himself. 

"Yeah, he's quite a looker," Archie mumbled. 

"Wanna stay over at my house and hang out? We could play the Xbox or something?" Niall suggested, not wanting to face his brothers just yet. 

"Go talk to Louis yeah?" Archie replied with a much more better suggestion, smiling at his obviously easy to read best friend. "He's much easier to talk to, or just run up and hug him or something," 

"I hate it when you're making sense and it horrifically right," Niall chuckled. 

They changed subjects of their conversation to a much more lighter one, music; commenting on artists on the Billboard 100 charts, the new albums on the Billboard 200 charts and also the latest Victoria Secret Fashion Show (focusing solely on Fall Out Boys' performance). 

Upon arriving at Niall's house, Archie gave Niall a big hug and kissed his cheek, which was returned by Niall; it was something they've been doing since kindergarten. Wishing Niall good luck, Archie made his way home, trying hard not to curse at the cute art teacher that stole a heart that should be his. 

But being the good pastor's son he is, he just looked up and prayed for another chance. 

*** 

Niall entered his house and was greeted with silence instead of the loud obnoxious welcome home greeting that he usually gets. Thinking that his parents weren't probably home yet, and Louis and Harry would rather be outside than facing him, he made his way to the kitchen to shove some ice-creams down his throat to sooth his burning heart. He was mad, but at the same time, he felt angry. 

When he entered the kitchen, he saw a sight he didn't expect. Louis was calmly washing the stacking dirty dishes in the sink, not wanting any of his brothers to get in trouble from his parents for not keeping the kitchen clean. He was humming Lorde's Royal, swaying his hips from side to side. Another arrow of guilt pierced through Niall's chest; he remembered that it was his turn to do the dishes, but he sort of forget, beight too busy self-wallowing.  

Not being able to hold off his emotions anymore, and taking Archie's suggestion into account, Niall threw his bag to the floor and ran up to Louis. Upon collision, Niall wrapped hi arms around Louis torso, and buries his face on Louis back, between his shoulder blades. The action caused Louis to let go of the soapy plate he was holding, and lets out a string of curses under his breath. 

"I'm so sorry Boo," Niall whimpered, trying hard not cry, "I'm sorry for lying, I'm sorry for going to the party alone, I'm sorry for snapping at you....Just,...just please talk to me? I'm sorry Boo, please forgive me!" 

After recovering from the shock of being attacked from behind, Louis chuckled a bit and turned around, facing his blonde haired brother, who's got tears brimming around his blue eyes. He bumps his nose with him and laughed out loud. 

"I always thought that you find my voice annoying?" Louis asked teasingly, causing Niall to frantically shake his head. 

"Well, I'm sorry for snapping at you too, and say all those things. I was mad and hurt Ni, you did lie to us, and what if something happened at the party? It would kill me and Harry if anything happens to you," Louis slight scolded his youngest brother "We care about you Ni,...a lot. We're sorry for saying those things and made you thought that you're naive and dumb or something,"

"So,...you forgive me and talk to me again?" Niall asked, looking au at his brother with hopeful eyes. 

"Of course I forgive you,...and I did try to talk to you but you wouldn't listen," Louis chuckled, brushing away Niall's tousled hair. 

"But I was-" 

Niall was cut off by the sound of camera snapping a picture, and cooing voices. Turning to look at the entrance of the kitchen were their parents, taking pictures after pictures of them hugging each other. 

"Aww why did you stop?!" Liam whines playfully,holding up his iPhone to take pictures. "Keep going! this is cute!" 

"I'm recording this so that we call all watch it again when your grandparents, uncles and aunts comes to visit us," Zayn smirks, he too, was holding up his iPhone. 

"Look guys!" Louis yelled at Zayn's recording iPhone "My sixteen year old brother is hugging me! Isn't he just cute?"  

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