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.


11. Chapter 11

When I woke up my body was aching and my memory fuzzy. I couldn't remember the details of what happened last night, but I did remember going to a club with the lads and the girls. I remember all of us taking shots, and then Zayn and I making out... I was fully awake and alert when I realized our previous actions as of last night. Did we really have sex? There were more important things on hand right now, like where I was and what else had happened last night while we were all intoxicated.

I decided I would have to find out myself so I quickly sat up in bed, which I greatly regretted. An unbearable pain erupted from my lower body and I let out a small whimper. Bad idea. I didn't lay back down though because I was determined to get out of bed. I squeezed my eyes shut, in hopes that the pain would go away when I heard a familiar voice speak up from my right,

"Rough night last night?" I slowly turned my head to come face to face with a very cheeky Harry with one of his infamous smirks on his face. He propped himself up with his elbow on his side so his body was facing me, with his face resting in the palm of his hand. What the fuck!? Why was Harry in the same bed as me!? His hair was all tousled and he wasn't wearing a shirt. It was clear that he was hung over. I was beginning to worry. What was going on?

"H-Harry? What are you doing in bed with me"? I stammered. What was wrong with me? I followed his eyes which were directed at my breasts and I realized that I was only dressed in my bra and panties and he was staring right at them. I squealed as I covered myself with the sheets and heard a chuckle come from Harry.

"You don't remember anything from last night, do you?" he asked with a smirk. I shook my head.

"Tell me," I demanded with a hint of worry in my tone.

"Very well. First of all, and we all know this, you and Zayn fucked last night. During the party. It wasn't that hard to notice. I got wasted, as usual. According to Liam and Louis, after midnight you guys finally left and we all crashed here in our penthouse. I don't know how I ended up in the same bed as you myself, but...I'm not complaining," he said, eyeing me up and down. My cheeks blushed and burned red with embarrassment. I can't believe everyone knew we had sex and saw me drunk in the club. I threw a pillow at his face and he threw it back, causing more pain and I groaned out loud at the ceiling.

"Sorry," Harry laughed and I just shook my head. I looked around the room and noticed how bright it was. The bed was king sized and the room was even bigger with the color white covering everything. The bed Harry and I were laying in was rested in the back corner of the room, just across from the door. One whole wall was all window and we could overlook the city of New York. There was the common furniture like a bedside table, a lamp in the other corner of the room and a white couch with a coffee table in front of it.

It was so big for just a bedroom. And very fancy looking. I felt the bed shuffle and soon Harry was on top of me, his nose just touching the tip of mine. A smirk grew at the corners of his mouth and he leaned in until his lips were against my ear, sending shivers and goose bumps up my body.

"If you're gonna be playing hooky can I be next? I could make you feel so good," he whispered in my ear and my eyes grew wide. What the fuck was he talking about? I quickly pushed Harry off of my body and sat up on the bed.

"Get off of me! What the fuck is wrong with you!? I'm dating Zayn and you're trying to hook up with me!? Harry Styles, you are one sick bastard!" I yelled half whispered so I wouldn't wake the others. I had no idea where all this rage was coming from. Out of nowhere, Harry started me. What the fuck? This was getting even more confusing by the second.

"Oh, my God, Sarah, chill! I was only playin with you. You were so stiff and tense!" exclaimed Harry and fell back laughing on the bed. I was now irritated and crossed my arms in annoyance. He had such a weird sense of humor. I shook my head and decided to laugh along with Harry just for the hell of it and because I couldn't stay mad at him for long. When we stopped there was an unbearable silence between us that could only be broken by one of us.

"Where's Zayn?" It just came out without thinking, almost automatically. Harry opened his mouth as if he was about to say something when the door burst open and there was Zayn. He definitely looked hung-over, judging by his tangled and messy hair and bags under his eyes. He looked exhausted, but wide awake at the same time. I also realized he was only in his boxers. At first he was shocked to find both me and Harry in the same bed, but that worry soon turned into anger directly aimed at Harry.

"Harry, what the fuck are you doing in bed with my girl!?" yelled Zayn. The veins in his neck grew and he clenched his fists as he approached the side of the bed that Harry was on. This was getting out of hand. Harry wasn't fazed by Zayn's anger at all though.

"Relax mate nothing happened. Don't remember anything from last night?" said Harry and that immediately calmed Zayn down. They must really trust one another. He sighed.

"Sorry, I was just worried because I couldn't find Sarah," said Zayn and he looked at me before continuing. "And yes. I do remember some of what happened last night." He smiled at me and my cheeks flushed an even darker shade of red. He remembered. That was good, right? Harry looked between the both of us in quick glances back and forth with a big smirk on his face. He knew what we were thinking about.

"I think I'll just leave the both of you alone," he said and stood from the bed with a creak from the mattress. Zayn filled his spot and leaned over me. What was I supposed to say? This was so awkward. I didn't know how to react. I hoped he didn't regret what we did last night because I sure as hell didn't.

"Does it hurt?" I snapped back to reality and looked into Zayn's eyes. I didn't even realize he was talking to me.


"How are you feeling? Are you in pain?" Oh. I shuffled in my spot and winced in pain.

"Yeah, a little," I admitted. Zayn wrapped an arm around my waist and helped me get out of bed. I held onto him or else I'd probably fall to the floor.

"I had a really great night last night," said Zayn and I looked up at him to find him smiling down at me.

"Me too," I said, returning the smile. We engaged in a long and soft kiss until Zayn pulled away.

"Next time, lets try not to get drunk. I want to be able to remember everything. To the last detail. I want to savor the moment," he whispered in my ear and nipped at my earlobe. Next time. Is he being serious? Is there really going to be a next time? The thought of having sex again with Zayn excited me and put a smile on my face.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too." He brought me in for another kiss before I heard footsteps emerging through the hallway and an opaque voice along with it. The door to the bedroom we were in opened and standing under the doorway was Liam. It seemed like everybody was in their underwear with crazy bedhead. It must've been a crazy night. There was a look of relief on his face when he saw us and then humor.

"Thank God I found you guys. I could've sworn we left you two at the club to finish...your business," he said with a playful grin on his face. This was so embarrassing. Luckily, Zayn changed the subject.

"Well, lets not be too sure about that. For all we know, we could've left Niall at the bar and Louis at the pool in the hotel," said Zayn.

"Fuck!" There was a scream and a loud crash from somewhere in the penthouse and we all scrambled out of the bedroom to find out what was going on. We emerged into the living room to find Louis sitting on the floor behind the couch, holding his knee, and next to him was a broken lamp. We all let out a sigh of relief.

"My damn knee!" exclaimed Louis and Niall's head popped up from behind the head of the sofa. He must've crashed there overnight.

"What the hell is with all the noise!? Can't a guy get some fucking sleep!?" he yelled. He was obviously hung-over and not feeling good. I actually felt really bad for him. Poor Niall.

"Shut up, Niall, nobody cares what you think," said Louis in a sassy tone. I couldn't help but giggle to myself at how childish they were acting. They were both so cranky.

'"Asshole," mumbled Niall and he fell over the couch and onto Louis which caused even more ruckus. Liam face palmed himself while Zayn and I laughed to ourselves.

"What the hell, Niall!" yelled Louis and pushed Niall off of his body.

"I totally didn't do that on purpose," said Niall with a small grin on his face. Louis stood up and balanced on one foot as he attempted to hop to the bathroom while mumbling profanities under his breath. I looked back at Niall who was laying facedown on the floor and walked up to him and helped him back on the couch.

"Is anyone hungry!?" yelled Harry as he walked out of the kitchen with a plate full of pancakes. Niall immediately jumped off of the couch and ran towards Harry like an animal. So much for dragging him on the couch for nothing.

"Niall, back the fuck up!" yelled Harry and threw a pancake at his face. Niall stuck his tongue out at Harry and trudged back to the couch and slouched in his seat so he could eat. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until my stomach growled so loudly that everyone turned to look at me. I giggled and took a pancake. Zayn stole a bite form my pancake and I slapped him in the face with it before taking one myself. We both laughed at each other's silliness and he swiftly kissed me on the forehead.

"Where are the girls at?" I asked, giggling a bit.

"They crashed here too but left much earlier. It's just you now," said Liam. I nodded and took another bite from my pancake and swallowed before speaking again,

"I'm going to head out too."

"Really? You can't stay any longer?" asked Zayn with a pouty face and quivering his lip. He looked so adorable.

"I'm sorry but I can't. School starts tomorrow and I have to get ready," I said.

"Fine!" he groaned very loudly and over dramatically. I giggled and kissed him on the nose.

"Just let me take a shower, get dressed, gather my things and we can go to my place. Okay?" I said.

"Okay." I nodded at Harry, Liam and Niall before heading to the bathroom for my shower. I was about to knock when Louis opened it for me and walked out still limping.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," he mumbled and limped over to the couch and surprisingly sat next to Niall. A smile appeared on Louis' face and he no longer was upset or mad. They just couldn't stay mad at each other. I smiled at myself before closing the door behind me. I undressed and turned the water on, a cloud of steam already filling the bathroom. I stepped into the shower and let out a deep sigh. I let the hot water run down my sore body, relieving some pain.

It was so relaxing and felt so good to wash away the night. When I walked out I felt clean and refreshed. I found the room that I had crashed in and realized that I had no clothes to change into but the outfit I wore last night. I searched the room and thankfully found the dress sprawled on the floor. I sighed in relief and put on my bra and panties and then the dress. I found my boots and jacket as well.

It all felt so uncomfortable to wear after such a rough night and partying at the club. I found my phone on the night table and grabbed that too. I was ready to go and stepped out of the room to find the boys sitting on the couch watching TV. They all turned to look at me and I noticed that Zayn was fully dressed in jeans, boots, a simple white t-shirt, and a leather jacket. He smiled once we made eye contact and walked up to me to give me a kiss. He grabbed a pair of keys off of a key hanger that hung next to the door and waved back at the boys.

"Be right back lads," he said.

"Take your time!" yelled back Louis and I waved at them too before leaving the penthouse with Zayn. When we stepped out of the Hotel I realized how big and fancy it looked.

"What hotel is this?" I asked out of curiosity and amazement.

"I think its called the Trump SoHo. It's a 5 star hotel. Really fancy and really expensive," he answered.

"Whoa," I exclaimed and stared up at the large and exotic building. My apartment was nothing compared to this beautiful structure. When Zayn led me to a very expensive looking black Matte Audi R8 in front of the hotel my jaw dropped. Zayn chuckled.

"You like it?" he said and unlocked the car with one click of a button. He held the door open for me and I reluctantly sat down inside. Zayn closed the door and took his seat on the drivers side. He wouldn't stop grinning at me.

"You sure like to ride in style don't you?" I said with a laugh and he laughed along with me.

"Yeah, being one of the most famous boy bands in the world sure has its perks," he said with a smirk and started the car. The Matte Audi R8 smoothly traveled down the the road and soon stopped at my apartment. Zayn walked me into my room and once I stepped inside I was ready to crash. I fell right on my couch, not caring about anything or my house. I was beyond tired.

"I'm exhausted!" I groaned into the couch and I heard Zayn chuckle from somewhere behind me. He sat next to me on the couch and put an arm around my shoulders.

"It's called a hangover, babe. Just be glad that you're not sick or anything," chuckled Zayn and kissed my forehead, causing me to smile automatically. After sitting on the couch for awhile I started to nod off and Zayn noticed.

"You tired, babe?" he said. All I could do was nod and mumble something close to a "Yes". Zayn scooped me in his arms and carried me all the way to my room. He layed me gently on my bed and I felt him slip my shoes and dress over my head and put on sweat pants instead and a tank top. I wrapped myself in my comforter.

"Hey, leave some for me too!" exclaimed Zayn and slid into bed with me. I opened the blanket and let him in so we could both cuddle under the blankets. Zayn pulled my body against his so he was spooning me and I smiled at the pleasant gesture. I peeked a look at my digital clock that sat on my bedside table. It read 2:35 p.m. I didn't care what time it was. I was too tired to do anything but sleep in Zayn's arms. And that's exactly what I did.



Teehee. Just thought I'd put a hangover scene :3

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