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.


6. Chapter 6

Once the kitchen was clean we all settled in my small living room, eating the newly cooked bacon Zayn made. I had finally covered up in some pajama shorts and Zayn stayed shirtless, but I didn't have a problem with that. I sat on the couch with Zayn, Liam and Louis with Niall on the floor inbetween Liam's legs and Harry inbetween Louis'. Thanks to Liam we were watching Toy Story 3 and he, not surprisingly, cried at the end. I had to admit, I did get a bit teary eyed at the end, but the other lads didn't shed a single tear. At some point I rested my head on Zayn's shoulder and he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in closer which eliminated my doubts.

I never thought about out relationship, but considering what happened last night, we were dating. It never occurred to me that I was dating a member of One Direction until now as I looked around my living room at the five most amazing boys in my life. I smiled to myself as I dug my face into Zayn's chest.

"So, why did you guys come here in the first place?" I asked, trying not to sound rude. Niall was on the floor looking through movies with Harry while the others watched them.

"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot. We came to remind you guys for the New Year party next week," said Liam.

"Yeah, we would've told you earlier if your girlfriend hadn't gone commando on us before," said Louis. I crossed my arms and pouted my face.

"But you guys trashed my kitchen!" I whined and they laughed at me.

"Then it's time for revenge!" yelled Louis with an evil grin on his face and he tackled me to the ground.

"Dogpile!" yelled Niall. I could feel the weight being added on top of me and it was getting hard to breathe. Someone was laying very closely in front of me and I could smell the bacon in their breath.

"Niall?" I gasped.

"Ello!" he exclaimed and quickly pecked me on the nose before rolling out of the pile. Strange boy. I squirmed and rolled around, but it was no help. Suddenly, two bodies fell down on either side and they wrapped their arms around me. It was Harry and Liam. Louis and Niall were on top of us, blocking any ray of light.

These boys were crazy, but I loved it. Thanks to these boys, my life was more exciting and worth living for. I laughed, screamed, and punched, but they wouldn't budge. It was starting to smell like B.O and they could really hit the gym a little more often and lay off the Nando's.

"Guys, she hasn't been my girlfriend for a day yet and you've already killed her!" yelled Zayn. He was joking, but I could sense some worry in his voice.

"Okay, fine. Come on lads, fun's over!" exclaimed Liam and the boys started to get up off of me. This was my chance and I pushed them with all my strength and made a sprint for my room.

"The prisoner is escaping!" screamed Louis and they all chased me down the short hallway. Their loud footsteps grew closer as I neared the door and slammed it shut once I got inside, but they were stronger than I thought. They threw the door wide open and rushed into my room. Zayn was tagging along as well and he swooped me off my feet and threw me on my bed. The others joined us on the bed and, luckily, they weren't piled on top of me. It was a bit crowded, but I didn't mind.

"Nice posters, Sarah," said Harry as he scanned my room with a big smirk on his face. My room walls were completely covered in One Direction posters. I blushed and groaned and dug my face into Zayn's chest. This was so embarrassing. They've never been in my room before.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, love," whispered Zayn into my ear. He never called me that before, but I loved it. Honestly, this was my first relationship and I was scared, nervous. I didn't want to get my heart broken. I shouldn't get too close to him, but it was too late. He had already stolen my heart.

Zayn kissed me even though the guys were laying very closely around us. I kissed him back and smiled against his lips. It was unbelievable how much I loved him and I knew he loved me back. I just knew it. He even said it himself.

"Get a room!" yelled Niall. Zayn and I quickly split apart and I descended under my blankets. I thought I could escape these weirdos, but then came face to face with a very happy Harry.

"Lose something?" he asked, his smile growing wider. He held up one of my bras and I froze. Oh. My. God. Harry had found my bras. This was a nightmare.

"Harry Styles, you give me back my bra this instant!" I yelled. That was sure to get everyone's attention.

"Come and get it," he said and with that, I chased him out of my bed and around my room. Everyone burst out laughing and then Harry put the bra on over his shirt. How much energy did these boys have? I had to stop to catch my breath when Harry leaned over me.

"Give up yet?" he asked. He wasn't even panting or out of breath. I turned around to face him and then pounced on him. He was caught totally off guard and I managed to get the bra off him. I left Harry on the ground to go put my bra away in my drawer. I turned around to see all of the boys now snooping around my room except for Zayn who was laying on my bed, arms crossed behind his head. He was in another world while the boys were in my room.

"Okay, everyone out!" I yelled and I pushed them out of my room except for Zayn who stayed on my bed. I loomed over him, but he didn't flinch.

"You too, pretty boy," I said and he gave me a quick kiss on the lips and ran out of the room. I followed closely behind and locked the door behind me so Harry wouldn't find my bras again. There was something wrong with that boy. Well, there was something wrong with all of them. Zayn waited in the hallway for me and wrapped an arm around my waist. We walked into the living room where everyone was waiting for us on the couch.

"So, you guys coming to the party or naw?" he asked. All of the boys face palmed themselves.

"Did you just say 'or naw'?" I asked, on the verge of laughing.

"Liam, don't say that again. It was truly disturbing," said Louis.

"You're just gonna make yourself look like more of an idiot than you already are," said Harry and Liam punched him playfully on the arm.

"I can say whatever I want. Thank you very much," said Liam and looked at us. "So, you guys coming?" Zayn and I both exchanged glances. It wouldn't hurt to go to a small New Year party especially if One Direction were going to be there.

"Of course we are!" exclaimed Zayn a little bit too excited.

"Okay, but if Sarah's coming then you better keep her on a leash," said Niall and everyone burst out laughing.

"Okay, I think you boys have overstayed your welcome!" I yelled and walked towards the door and opened it. They weren't happy about it at all.

"You're kicking us out!?" yelled Louis.

"But I didn't even get to eat everything in your fridge!" whined Niall.

"Out," I said sternly, pointing outside the door. The boys reluctantly trudged through the doorway.

"Can I at least have one of your bras as a souvenir?" asked Harry.

"Goodbye, Harry!" I sang sarcastically before slamming the door in his face. I let out a long sigh and leaned against the door, then sliding down onto the floor.

"Are they always such a handful?" I asked Zayn who was sitting on the couch while fixing his hair.

"Yeah, you get used to it after a while after touring in the same bus for three years. I suggest you get ready as well," he said.

"Ready for what?" I asked, standing up suddenly.

"Our date," he answered with a smirk and a wink. I was overwhelmed with joy. Finally, our first official date. A huge smile spread across my face and I ruffled Zayn's hair before running into my room.

"Hey!" he yelled after me, probably in the process of fixing his hair again, but I didn't notice because I was too busy getting ready for our date. Then I thought, maybe he is the one.



Hey, sorry I took so long to update. I suck at updating and I'm a very lazy person, but I'm also gonna update later this week cuz a certain someone's bday is on Friday (me! :-P). And the story is gonna get a little more exciting later on so hold on tight!

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