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.


7. Chapter 7

By the time I got ready Zayn was already waiting for me in the living room. I put on some skinny jeans, a long sleeved grey shirt that was also a hoodie and black Converse. It was our first date after all and I might as well dress casual for the occasion. I let my hair flow down past my shoulders in thick luscious waves. I put on my varsity jacket before joining Zayn in the living room. Once his eyes locked on me a big bright smile spread across his face and I smiled back with a blush.

"You look great. Ready to go?" he asked. He was already bundled up in his signature leather jacket and the red plaid scarf. I nodded and he walked me out of my apartment and to his motorcycle.

"So, where are we going?" I asked.

"It's a surprise," said Zayn with a very mischievous smirk. I groaned in frustration of having to wait until we go there and Zayn just laughed at me.

"Can you at least give me a hint?" I asked, more like pleading.

"Nope," said Zayn, popping the "P". I sighed and exhaled very deeply. I didn't nag him the rest of the ride and I couldn't get anything else out of him. We finally arrived at the "secret" place and, to be honest, I was actually surprised. It was the zoo. I've never been to the zoo and I've always wanted to.

I could've squealed in joy, but I saved myself from the embarrassment and tried to conceal my excitement. I've never been to a zoo before; that was the sad truth. Like I said, I was poor and couldn't even afford a day out like this one, but here I was with Zayn on the back of his motorcycle. He could sense my excitement and laughed as he parked the motorcycle. He took his helmet off with ease and fixed his hair in the rearview mirror. I rolled my eyes and laughed to myself at his vainness. I hopped off the motorcycle and took my helmet off as well, whipping my hair in the process.

I caught Zayn smiling at me and couldn't hide my blush that was heating my face. I handed him the helmet and I turned around to look at the zoo entrance.

"I've never been to a zoo before," I confessed to Zayn. I felt a pair of firm hands rest on my shoulders and Zayn's head right next to mine.

"Then lets make it last," he whispered in my ear and took my hand in his, intertwining them. We ran like little kids through the zoo entrance and ended up in the aquarium section. We had many options, but we decided to just walk through the whole place and enjoy each others presence. We didn't really take many pictures either, just held hands and casually walked through each exhibit. After the aquarium we decided to just walk around the whole zoo. I had to admit, I had a really great time for my first visit to the zoo.

"Where do you want to go next?" asked Zayn as we walked down the brick road. The only animal we haven't seen yet was the tigers and they were my favorite animal after all.

"The tigers," I said. Zayn smiled and he led me to the tiger exhibit. I ran up to the railing and leaned over it to see five regular tigers and a lonely white tiger sunbathing by the small river in their enclosure. We stood there for awhile, admiring the tigers when I looked up at Zayn with a questioning look on my face. He gave me a weird look back.

"What?" he asked with a laugh.

"What animal do you see yourself as?" I asked. It was probably the most random question ever, but we were at the zoo. Zayn didn't think much of it as he chuckled to himself.

"Easy. A lion," he answered, running a hand through his luscious hair on purpose to make me laugh. I laughed harder than I should've, but Zayn didn't see the humor in it. What I was thinking was completely different.

"I see you more as a peacock," I said trying not to laugh.

"A peacock!? What makes you think that?" asked Zayn, laughing this time.

"Oh, I don't know," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes at how clueless he was. Zayn finally managed to stop laughing.

"Okay, what animal are you then?" he asked.

"A white tiger," I said like it was so obvious. I turned around to look at the tigers and I could feel Zayn's eyes on me. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. I turned back around to face him when I realized we were being watched by paparazzi. Some were disguised as tourists while others were just hiding behind bushes or trees and it was quite entertaining, but annoying at the same time. Why couldn't they just respect our privacy for once? It was our first date and paparazzi were going to ruin it. Just great.

"What's wrong?" asked Zayn, sensing my discomfort. 

"Paparazzi," I mumbled to myself in aggravation. Zayn surveyed the area and looked back at me.

"Let them take a picture," he said and before I had time to react Zayn had pulled me into a full kiss on the lips. By the way he kissed me it felt like more than just publicity stunt he was pulling, he actually meant it. It was full of so much passion and longing that I didn't want it to end. I could hear endless clicks going off around us and knew they were taking millions of pictures. Zayn finally pulled away from the kiss and took my hand in his, leading me away from the tiger enclosure and the paps. We ran away laughing like little kids through large crowds of people, going nowhere in particular.

We finally ran out of sight of the paps and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon together. We were finally able to find some peace and quiet together and actually enjoy our date. It was getting dark and my feet were aching with every step I took. I could faintly see the exit, but I couldn't take another step closer.

"I can't take another step!" I whined like a little kid. Suddenly, Zayn picked me up in his arms bridle style and carried me all the way to his motorcycle. I gave him a quick peck on the lips before putting my helmet on and then we headed back to my apartment. I led him into my apartment and we sat together on my couch, smiling at eachother until Zayn leaned in and gave me a deep and passionate kiss. Today had been absolutely perfect. I got to spend the whole day with Zayn who was officially my boyfriend, well to us at least.

The public didn't know yet and thanks to the paparazzi they'd be finding out sooner than we intended. I started to question our relationship and if Zayn really loved me. I didn't know why these thoughts were seeping into my mind, but I also couldn't ignore them. They had to be answered sooner or later and I didn't want Zayn to leave me guessing with myself and over-thinking. I slowly parted from our kiss without looking at Zayn and, instead, down at my hands that were just around his neck.

"What's wrong?" asked Zayn with a worried look all over his face and concern in his tone.

"Do you love me?" I blurted out of my thoughts. It just came out without any warning. Zayn gave me a confused look and then chuckled to himself.

"What kind of question is that? Of course I love you. Was there ever any doubts?" said Zayn a little uneasy.

"But why did you choose me? You're famous. You could be dating a model or some more beautiful women, but you chose me. Why? Why would you want to be with a girl like me? A low class girl with a messed up and hopeless life who can hardly pay to take care of herself. I'm not good enough for you and you can do so much better than me, Zayn." I didn't realize I was crying until Zayn cupped my face and rubbed the tears away with his thumbs.

"Sarah, listen to me. I don't care if you're famous or not. I don't care if you're the poorest person in the world. I love you for who you are. You're the most amazing, beautiful girl I've ever met and I'd be nothing without you. I don't want anyone else but you. I love you, Sarah, and I'll never stop loving you. Not even until the day I die will I stop loving you."

No one had ever said such beautiful things to me and I was choked up. All my doubts were suddenly eliminated by Zayn's words of his love for me. All I could do was hug him and cry on his shoulder until I ran out of tears. Zayn pushed me back so we faced each other and he flashed me one of those smiles that lit up my world at the darkest times. I realized something that day that I wish I hadn't. I shouldn't have let this happen, but he stole my heart. I couldn't live without Zayn and I was terrified.



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