Love, Loss, and Tattoos

(Note: This is my first FanFic and story that I'm posting on Wattpad so it might be crappy. Please be nice and bear with me here >~<)

Sarah Bell has been through some really rough times, and she still does to this day. Her parents died when she was too young to remember and was put into many foster homes at a very young age. She ran away from her recent foster home at the age of 15.

She is now 18 and lives in an old shabby apartment in New York City by herself where she struggles to survive and pay rent and can barley afford to take care of herself.

But, on one fateful day, while roaming the streets of New York City, she meets a guy that will change the rest of her life forever. Good and bad. Nothing will ever be the same again for Sarah Bell.

People will fall in love, hearts will be broken and tears will be shed.


10. Chapter 10

The night was young and I was pretty pumped. That shot I had really gave me an extra kick and I was ready to party for real. I looked over to Zayn who had sat down at the bar with Niall who was already ordering three more shots. He handed the other two to Zayn and Harry while the others disappeared into the crowd of people on the dance floor.

"You coming?" I asked Zayn.

"Go on without me, babe. I'll stay here and hang with Niall and Harry for awhile. I'll catch up with you later," he said and drank his shot. Harry drank his as well and handed the empty glass to Niall.

"Okay," I said and quickly kissed Zayn on the cheek. "Just don't get too drunk."

"Come on, lets go!" yelled Harry and he took my hand, leading me to the dance floor. This should be interesting. It was impossible to find the others in this huge crowd of people so we ended up dancing together. I noticed a lot of girls eyeing us and glaring at me. Were they jealous? Whenever some girl wanted to dance with Harry he just gently pushed them away and moved closer to me. Weird.

"You can dance with them if you want!" I yelled over the music and noise. Harry ran a hand through his mess of curls and I just realized how much he was sweating, well so was I. A few curls stuck to his forehead and his eyes were slightly bloodshot. He licked his lips and came closer to me, removing the space between us. He ran his hands up and down my arms so softly it gave me goose bumps.

"I'd rather dance with you," he said and rested his hands on my hips. My heartbeat accelerated and my face flushed for no reason. He couldn't have feelings for me, could he? Either way, it didn't matter because I loved Zayn and Harry was just a friend. But judging by the position we were in, it didn't look like we were "Just Friends". But then I remembered how many shots he had so he must've been wasted.

"Harry, you're drunk," I said and put my hands on his arms to push him away.

"Mmmmmhmmmmm," he mumbled in my ear, his lips slightly making contact. Relief washed over me at his reaction.

"Come on, now," I said and took his hands off of me. He couldn't even keep his balance and leaned over me which wasn't any help since he was so heavy and big. My legs were about to give in and I thought we were going to fall on the floor when the others came to my rescue.

"Need help?" asked Liam.

"Yeah," I said with a chuckle.

"Come on mate lets go," said Louis and he held out a hand to Harry. Harry managed to keep his balance and stood up and wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

"No I wanna stay with Sarah," he slurred with his eyes half closed.

"Party's over, Harry. You're drunk. Now lets go," said Liam and pulled him away from me. He let out a loud groan as Liam and Louis pulled him away from me.

"Goodbye, Sarah, see you in the morning." Harry kept mumbling out nonsense as Liam and Louis dragged him away, but he looked back at me with a big smirk spread across his face. What a weird child.

"Why am I not surprised," said Eleanor and Danielle giggled along. I averted my attention back to them.

"Anyone seen Zayn?" I asked, suddenly wanting to be with him now.

"He's probably over at the bar with Niall," said Danielle. I thanked her for the information and made my way through the dance floor and to the bar at last. I didn't find Zayn, but I did see Niall. He was having a full make-out session with some redhead I've never seen before, but she was pretty. I was about to leave so they could have their privacy when Niall shot out of his seat and called me.

"Hey, Sarah, where are you going!? I want you to meet someone!" I turned back around to face them and noticed they were both now holding hands.

"Hi," I said shyly to the girl.

"This is Jill. She's pretty and she likes One Direction!" exclaimed Niall. Jill giggled and blushed to herself. Sounds like we're going to be great friends. Now that she was standing right in front of me, I could see her better also. She wore a short, tight blue dress that went mid-thigh and it looked really good on her. Her hair was long and straight, I think it was orange-brown which really made her blue eyes stand out. I hate to admit that I was a bit jealous of her looks and I mentally kicked myself for thinking that.

"Hi, nice to meet you," said Jill and I quickly nodded at her. I remembered why I came here in the first place.

"Niall, do you know where Zayn is?" I asked. Niall pointed to some place behind me. I turned around and followed his finger until I saw that he was pointing at a hallway near the stage where the strippers were leading their clients. Oh.

"I think he's in there. Not with anybody...I think," said Niall. Without looking back to even thank him I sprinted for the hall. The lights were dim and strippers were everywhere. I was terrified to find Zayn with a stripper. It would break my heart. I looked into every room, regretting some of them, but no sign of Zayn. I was on the verge of giving up when I found a familiar figure standing at the end of the hallway, leaning against the wall. I ran over to him and was so relieved to discover that it was Zayn after all. He looked up at me when I approached him and with one look in his eyes I could tell that he was drunk.

"Zayn, what the hell are you doing here!?" I exclaimed. I wasn't mad but I did sound like it.

"I was looking for you," he responded, his words slurred. He stumbled as he tried to walk over to me and would've fallen if I wasn't there to catch him. He needed to get some rest or at least sit down and luckily the room next to us was vacant. I slowly led Zayn into the room but once we passed the doorway he slammed the door behind me and pinned me against the door. What the fuck was he doing? He slid a hand over my lower back, roughly keeping me in place and pulling my body closer against his.

I looked up at him and in the dim light all I could see was the outline of his jaw and eyes, deeply staring down at me with such intensity. My cheeks flared under his gaze as he inched closer to my face and his lips lightly brushed my ear, causing my cheeks to flush even more.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now," he half gasped and whispered as if he was out of breath. This was just all the alcohol talking. As much as I wanted to I just couldn't take advantage of Zayn like this. What would he think of me? It would make me look like a bad person. I had to control myself before things would get carried away.

"Zayn, please, you're drunk," I moaned. Why did it come out like that? Ugh, I'm so weak. I put a hand against his chest in an attempt to push him away but Zayn overpowered me and pinned my hand above my head and pressing his body even harder against me. His lips traveled down to my neck and started to suck on the skin of my collarbone, my weak spot.

"C'mon, baby," he moaned, nipping at my skin. I let out an inevitable moan and bit my lip to try to hold back the many noises that dared to escape my mouth. Zayn knew this was driving me crazy and used it as his advantage as he let go of my hand that was pinned on the wall and groped my ass aggressively. My hands were completely free now. I could either slap Zayn and push him away or actually enjoy this. To be honest, I really didn't want to stop and Zayn was making me feel so good.

He was really pushing me over the edge and I didn't care anymore. I wanted Zayn and only Zayn. My hands instinctively went to his hair, tugging at it between my fingers. Zayn's lips curved into a smirk against my skin, probably in victory that I finally gave in to him. He easily lifted me up off the floor and I wrapped my legs round his waist as he carried me to the bed. We both fell clumsily on the bed and giggled at eachother.

I pushed Zayn back until he was in a sitting position and transferred myself to his lap. I tugged at his suit and he quickly got the message as he threw the jacket and shirt to the floor. I hungrily scanned his bare chest and found my hands slithering up his abdomen and resting on his shoulders, a sharp inhale of breath coming from Zayn. His hands found the hem of my dress and, in one swift movement, pulled it over my head and tossed it across the room. His eyes darkened with lust and hunger as his eyes roamed my half naked body.

He slowly leaned into me, grazing his lips against mine. He was teasing me and it took every fiber of my body not to tackle him to the bed right now and have my way. He slid his tongue into my mouth and soon found mine and his lips finally came into contact with mine. As if it couldn't get any worse, he constantly bit my lower lip, driving me crazy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and started to grind in slow and smooth motions in sync with our kiss and he immediately groped my ass again, but more roughly. This time he bit my lip harder and I gasped.

He quickly averted to my neck and sucked even harder than before, biting the skin hard enough to leave a bruise. My nails dug into his shoulders and scratched at his back. He groaned against my neck and I tried to push him back against the bed so I could lay on top of him but he stopped me once again. He grabbed both of my hands and held them down at my sides.

"No, babe. I'm in charge tonight," he whispered in my ear and chills ran all over my body. I loved it when Zayn was rough and liked to show his dominance over me. I found it so hot and I let him. He pinned me against the cool satin fabric of the bed and he teared my bra off of me and slammed his lips on mine in a frenzy. His rough hands slid down my body as his lips traveled down my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses between my breasts and down my stomach. I gasped  in surprise as I felt Zayn's teeth graze the skin above my sensitive area and pull down my underwear with his teeth.

He look so damn hot from my point of view and I just wanted him to keep going. He lightly kissed my inner thighs, causing moans to escape my mouth. I knew where this was going and before I could react, his tongue slid inside of me and I gripped the bed sheet and grit my teeth. The feeling was sensational and I panted out his name several times, not wanting him to stop. His tongue slithered around my inner walls and started flicking my clit, driving me to mere insanity. My legs were shaking and I curled my toes before digging my head into the pillow and tightly shutting my eyes.

I felt Zayn's head shuffled and then emerge in front of me. He cupped my face and I cautiously opened my eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Unable to speak, I nodded although I was still recovering from my orgasm. He smiled and then gently kissed my nose before reaching for his belt buckle. I could hear his belt jangle as he unbuckled it and unzipped his pants. He unexpectedly took his pants off and tossed them to the floor along with his underwear. I was too ashamed and shy to look so I dug my face into the pillow again and whimpered quietly to myself but Zayn must've heard because then he loomed over me and gently grabbed my chin with one hand.

"Baby, look at me," he said and, against my will, I opened my eyes and became intimidated by his size. Would it fit? Was it going to hurt? A million thoughts crossed through my mind but before I could react Zayn had placed a sweet and gentle kiss on my lips to distract me as he positioned himself over me. I could feel his tip slightly graze over my sensitive area but I kept myself concentrated on our kiss. Luckily, Zayn went nice and easy on me as he slowly entered me and I couldn't help but let out a loud gasp, both out of surprise and shock.

At first, all I could feel was searing pain, but was soon replaced by pleasure so strong it was making me dizzy. Our hips locked and we moved in slow and steady motions. My nails dug into Zayn's shoulder blade as he accelerated and I gasped. I arched my back into him, fully taking in the pure ecstasy and moaned his name louder each time. You could faintly hear everyone screaming, "Happy New Year!", muffled behind the other side of the wall. I screamed out Zayn's name as he hit my g-point and my whole body was overwhelmed with pure pleasure. I screamed his name out one more time before my body went numb and Zayn pushed one more time before collapsing at my side, his heavy pants filling my ears.

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