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.


14. Chapter 14

I reluctantly opened my eyes and woke to the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. Zayn was fast asleep in front of me with his lips slightly parted and his hair ruffled and messy. He was like an angel as the morning sunlight made a silhouette around his sleeping figure. I've never seen someone look so good in their sleep, but this was Zayn Malik. He always looked beautiful to me.

I could've stared at him for hours but he had to wake up eventually and that was when his eyes fluttered open and a smile immediately spread across his face, giving me butterflies. His smile was just as dazzling as his other features.

"Morning, beautiful," he whispered in his hot morning voice which, mixed with his British accent, made him sound so sexy. The smile never left his face. It just made him even more irresistible.

"Looks like you beat me to it," I said jokingly and Zayn chuckled as he pulled me in closer to him. As he did so, a stabbing pain shot through me from my lower body and I winced in pain. We must've done it really rough last night if it hurt this time.

"Are you okay, love?" asked Zayn as his face changed to a look of concern worry. I bit my lip and anxiously met his gaze. How was I going to say this?

"I'm just, um, a bit sore from last night," I said nervously. Zayn kissed me on the forehead and then leaned his forehead against mine.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to hurt you," he said.

"It's okay. I has a great night anyway," I said and pecked him on the lips and he returned it with a full on kiss.

"Can you at least stand up?" he asked after our kiss.

"I'll try." I slowly sat myself in a sitting position then gasped at the pain. Zayn got out of bed and ran to my side as he helped me stand up. I whimpered as I finally stood on both feet, the pain slowly fading and I exhaled deeply. I placed a hand on Zayn's cheek.

"Thanks, Zayn. I think I got it from here," I said.

"Are you sure?" he asked, still worried.

"Yes!" I exclaimed and laughed to myself at how overly protective Zayn could be. "I'm just gonna take a shower now."

"Okay, okay. I'll be downstairs if you need me," said Zayn and kissed me on the forehead before leaving the room. I smiled to myself before sighing loudly.

I made it inside my new bathroom and closed the door behind me. I groaned in pain as I entered the shower stall and turned the dial for hot water. It felt so good on my sore muscles and I could feel some of the pain subsiding already. When I was done I turned the water off and wrapped a repel around myself before exiting the bathroom and into the bedroom where there was no sign of Zayn.

I shrugged and put on some underwear, which hurt like hell, and one of Zayn's large plain t-shirts. I grabbed a pain killer from the bathroom and slowly made my way downstairs. I reached the kitchen where Zayn was cooking breakfast and I grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge. I swallowed the pill and gulped down the water.

"Feeling better?" asked Zayn.

"A bit," I said and walked over to him. "What's cooking, good looking?" Zayn laughed before answering.

"Pancakes. Want some?" he asked, but started to take the ingredients out from the cabinets anyway. I watched as he grabbed a bowl from the bottom cabinet and mixed in the ingredients. I curiously peered over Zayn's shoulder and he chuckled into my ear which sent goosebumps all over my body.

He poured some pancake batter on the pan and I watched it sizzle. Zayn gave me a mischievous grin before smearing pancake mix on my cheek. While he was distracted by his laughter I acted quickly by grabbing a handful and smacking it in his face. This time I laughed even harder than Zayn and had to lean against the counter for support.

He shook his head and reached for the bowl of mix but missed when he threw a handful at me. We both froze for a second and made a sprint for the bowl of mix. We made it at the same time and grabbed the bowl. Luckily, it slipped out of Zayn's hands and I poured the rest all over his perfect hair.

"No! Not my hair!" yelled Zayn over dramatically and pretended to cry. I got an even better idea when I found a bag of flour and took a handful of it and blew it on Zayn's face. He scrunched his face and pouted his cheeks. It was both hilarious and adorable but I laughed either way.

"You better run," growled Zayn and before I knew it he was chasing me around the kitchen. I jumped over the counter but he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his arms, swinging me around in circles. I was laughing hysterically and so was Zayn. This was definitely a moment I'd never forget.

Suddenly, the fire alarm went off and we both looked to the stove. The pancakes were burning, well they were burnt now. They were black clumps sitting on the stove. Not very appetizing.

"The pancakes!" yelled Zayn and ran to turn off the stove while I fanned out the kitchen with a rag, the both of us still laughing. After making unburned pancakes and eating breakfast we both took a shower to clean up.

I was the last one out and once I changed into clean clothes I walked downstairs to find no trace of Zayn. I walked over by the couch and looked to glass wall and saw him standing out on the balcony smoking his usual cigarette. I opened the door and closed it behind me as I joined Zayn on the terrace.

He stood close to the edge with his hands resting on the railing and his cigar held firmly between his lips. I stood next to him and looked up at him. I admired how beautiful he looked while smoking. Only Zayn could make something so deadly look so attractive. He noticed me and looked down at me with a smirk spreading across his face.

"Come here," he chuckled and wrapped an arm around me. I smiled and leaned my head on his shoulder. It was nice; being in Zayn's arms. I felt safe and protected.

Something I've never felt before until now.



Sorry it took so long for me to update! It's summer and I've been very lazy! And don't worry the book is gonna get better! Stay tuned! ^-^

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