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.


5. Chapter 5

My eyes fluttered open and I yawned as I stretched my arms out. My arms roamed around the bed for Zayn, but nothing. I quickly sat up and scanned my room for any traces of him, but it was obvious he wasn't here. I looked down at my bed and hugged my knees tightly, trying to hold back tears. He couldn't have just left me, did he? Maybe I was just his one night stand and he didn't love me at all.

I forced back the tears as I got out of bed and found Zayn's white T-shirt on the floor. He probably left it here last night, but I put on the too-big T-shirt anyway. It was all I wore, except for my underwear. I stepped out of my room and slowly made my way down the hallway, towards the kitchen. The smell of bacon, eggs and French toast filled my nostrils as I neared the kitchen. Who was cooking in my apartment?

I stepped into the kitchen doorway and almost had a heart attack. Zayn was standing over the stove, cooking some bacon and French toast in just his jeans. His back was facing me and I couldn't resist staring at the pleasant sight in front of me. Everything about him was irresistible. His back muscles that flexed when he worked over the stove, every curve and edge on his smooth and tan skin was teasing me. My desire for him was growing and I just wanted to reach out and touch him. He noticed my presence and smiled at me sideways.

"Morning, beautiful. How'd you sleep?" he said and walked up to me, putting his hands on my hips and pulling me closer.

"Fine," I sighed.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Damn, he knew me so well, but that was why I loved him. I guess I'd have to tell him.

"I-I thought you left me." Zayn leaned in closely and stared deeply in my eyes.

"Sarah, I'd never leave you. Ever." I couldn't stop from smiling. He always knew what to say to make me smile. To reassure me. He kissed me and I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He hoisted me up onto the cold kitchen counter.

His hands were on my knees and our noses were slightly touching as we smiled at each other. His hands slowly and smoothly slid up my legs and rested on the small of my back. He pushed me against him and our lips collided with such passion and longing I was hungry for more. Suddenly, while we were lost in the moment, the doorbell rang and we quickly pulled apart. I playfully slipped out of Zayn's arms and ran for the door.

"Who is it!?" I hollered and looked into the peephole to see the boys. Louis put his eye up to the peephole and I jumped back with a small yelp. Zayn walked up behind me with a confused look on his face.

"Sarah, Zayn, we know you're in there! Let us in!" yelled Liam and they started banging on the door. I opened the door and they stampeded into my apartment, almost trampling me and Zayn.

"You didn't think you could get rid of us, did you?" said Louis with his arms crossed and a fake scowl. 

"Looks like someone had fun last night," said Harry as he looked me up and down. I was conscious that I was only wearing underwear and a T-shirt and I tried to pull the shirt down lower, but it hardly covered anything. Zayn wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me against his body as to make me feel more secure.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"Oh, sorry were you guys in the middle of something?" said Liam and lifted a brow. I blushed from the memory of the intense make-out session with Zayn in the kitchen and hoped no one noticed. 

"Ooh, were you making out in the kitchen? How hot and sexy," said Louis and this time Zayn was blushing and we both smiled at each other.

"Shut up, Louis," said Zayn.

"Then it's true!" exclaimed Harry and threw his hands in the air while the others laughed. 

"What's that smell?" asked Niall as he sniffed at the air. We all watched as he followed his nose into the kitchen and found a plate full of bacon. My jaw dropped, but this was Niall. They boy who loved food and the world. You couldn't expect anything less from him. His skills still surprised me.

"Bacon!" he yelled and held the plate over his head for all to see. All of Hell broke loose. All of the boys charged towards Niall and tackled him to the ground, causing bacon to fly everywhere. I face palmed myself. They were yelling, punching, kicking and biting as if they were kids, but that's One Direction for you. Maturity is a choice and obviously they decided to act like immature children which was no problem for me.

I liked my boys crazy. But they were trashing my kitchen and I couldn't just watch this chaos unfold in front of me. I sighed as I walked over to a drawer and pulled out a metal spatula, but I wasn't really going to hit them.

"Hey! Hey!" I shrieked at them and finally got their attention. I held up the spatula as if I was going to hit them and they immediately stood up with their hair and clothes messed up and Niall with a mouthful of bacon. A smirk grew at the edge of my mouth and I slapped my hand with the spatula, making the boys jump. I walked back and forth in front of them like a military general and his soldiers. They didn't look terrified, at least not yet. 

"You, five, have trashed my kitchen and ate all of my bacon! You have no idea what I'm going to do to you guys," I said.

"Should we be worried?" whispered Liam to Zayn. Niall swallowed all of his bacon. I marched up to them and looked Liam directly in the eyes.

"What was that?" I asked. Liam's jaw dropped and he didn't say anything as the others snickered around us.

"That's what I thought," I said and closed his mouth with my spatula and then faced the group. They all stared at me, waiting for my wrath. I slapped the spatula on my hand again and tightened my grip on it, sending fear to some of their faces. Harry and Zayn were the only ones not phased by my act.

"You guys are going to clean my kitchen until it's spotless!" I commanded.

"No!" Louis protested. I walked up to him and pushed the tip of the spatula against his chest, glaring into his eyes.

"Don't sass me, boy," I said, trying to hold a stern face because Louis was crossing his eyes and sticking his tongue out at me. Luckily, I didn't laugh and took one last look at Louis before standing before them again.

"Now go and clean the mess you've all made!" I demanded impatiently. They all dispersed quickly, but were confused and not sure what to do. I face palmed myself. These boys were useless in the kitchen. I had to take charge.

"Niall and Louis, clean the mess off the floor! Liam, sweep the floor! Harry, wash the dishes!" I yelled out commands. They all obeyed, but Zayn stayed by my side. Did he think he was off the hook? I turned to face him, crossing my arms.

"You're cleaning, too. Now go help Liam," I said and Zayn was taken aback. He probably didn't expect to clean the mess, but I was going to make sure everyone did their fair share.

"Excuse me?" he said. I pushed him into the commotion and pretty soon he was cleaning too.

"You're gonna clean this kitchen until it's spotless!" I yelled at the boys and laughed to myself as I sat down at the dining table. I noticed Harry was completely ignoring my orders as he stood in the middle of the ruckus with his arms crossed and a big smirk on his face. Looks like we were doing this the hard way.

"Harry, why aren't you helping the boys clean the kitchen?" I asked.

"I'm too pretty to clean!" he exclaimed and gave me his cupcake face. I rolled my eyes in fake annoyance until an idea popped into my head. I motioned for him to come forward and, surprisingly, he did. If this diva didn't want to clean, then he'd have to do something worse.

"Get on your hands and knees," I demanded, pointing to the ground.

"What for?" he asked, whining a bit. I gave him a mischievous grin.

"You did say you didn't want to clean the kitchen. Now do it!" After some pouting, Harry finally gave in and got on the floor. I put my feet on his back and leaned back in my chair in superiority. Harry groaned very loudly as the lads noticed and laughed at him. I laughed too. It had been a long time since a noise like that came out of my mouth.



Haha ok so I hope you liked this fun little chapter with Sarah going commando and all that xD I'll try to update more often. Let me know what you thought in the comments! Like, Fav and Share!

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