Yellow Diamonds (On Hold)

It's like you're screaming and no one can hear, you almost feel ashamed, that someone could be that important that without them, you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts, you feel hopeless like nothing can save you, and when it's over and it's almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back so that you could have the good.


2. Chapter 1


I knocked at the door. I didn't know if Zayn would take me in or not but I had no other choice. My parents disowned me when they found out I was doing drugs and Niall's parents kicked him out too. Zayn was a guy we were friends with a while ago but he went cold turkey and I haven't seen him since he stopped taking drugs. I could just hope he would take me in when he see's me.


The door opened and he stood there in nothing but his boxers. I never really noticed until now  but he was quite good looking. But no, Niall is better looking than him. STOP! I thought, I can't be thinking like this. "Are you ok Holly?" He asked. "I left Niall." "What?Why?" "Because he lied to me Zayn, he promised he would stop but he didn't." "What do you mean stop?" "I stopped smoking weed and he promised he would stop too but I came back to the flat and he was high. We had an argument and he slapped me on the face. I can't take it anymore Zayn, so I left." By now I was crying. "Shh, you can stay here for as long as you want." "Thanks," I whispered.


"AGHHH! THAT'S SORE NIALL!" "STOP SHOUTING!" "JUST STOP!" "IT'S ALMOST DONE!" He slapped my ass and pulled the needle away. "It's finished babe." I stood up and looked in the mirror at my now tattoo'd ass. "Why did you do it?" I questioned. "Because I want people to know your mine." "And how are they going to know if the tattoo is somewhere that be's covered up?" "I don't know, stop overthinking." He sat down on the couch and I sat on his lap. He picked up the joint from the table and lifted his lighter. He lit the weed and lifted it to his lips. "Want some?" He asked blowing some of the smoke into my mouth. "Do you really have to ask?" He took another drag and handed the joint to me.


"NIALL! FASTER! FASTER! OHH! OH!" "HOLLY! MMM!" He bent down and pressed his lips to mine roughly while still thrusting into me. Our moans were drowned out a bit but I couldn't help myself from screaming his name and digging my fingernails into his back leaving scratch marks. I felt him release into me as we both reached our highs and then he pulled out of me. "And that just proves that you are mine," he whispered. "It sure does."


I sighed as I looked at the tattoo in the mirror. I love him, but he needs to change. I need to be able to trust him.

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