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.


8. Chapter 8

I tried to pull the sheets over myself, but Zayn had his big strong arms wrapped around me and we were tangled in the blankets. Zayn had started to sleep over my house, but I didn't mind. It was better than sleeping alone or being alone in general. I wouldn't be alone for long since Zayn had invited me to live with him in his own flat here in New York. For now it was New York because I still had to finish high school, but once I graduate Zayn said he'd take me somewhere else. I'd be fully moved into Zayn's flat by mid January at the latest and I couldn't be happier.

Zayn dug his face into the crook of my neck and kissed it lightly. He knew it was my weakness by now and it just meant he didn't want me to get out of bed. I cuddled in closer to his bare chest with a smile still on my face. One of the best perks of sleeping with Zayn was that he never wore a shirt. He was always shirtless so I could see his bare chest and nonexistent abs. I ran a hand up and down his abdomen causing him to moan, but much louder. Then I suddenly slapped his stomach, which instantly woke him up, and hopped out of my bed before he could react. It was going to take more than that to get Zayn out of bed though.

"Come on, Zayn, get up!" I yelled as I tried to pull him out of bed by the arm. He was too heavy and I barely managed to pull him an inch.

"No, mom, five more minutes!" he mumbled into the pillow. He buried himself under the comforter and wouldn't budge. I could hear him make fake snoring noises that obviously wouldn't fool me and rolled my eyes at his childish behavior. I headed over to my closet and opened it to check the contents thoroughly. I didn't really have anything decent to wear. Most of what I had was jeans, leggings, t-shirts, blouses and sneakers. Not one dress or skirt could be found in my messy closet. Just great, I was going to look like a total bum at the party with Zayn.

I sighed a bit too loudly and heard a creak from the mattress and the sound of bare feet walking on the floorboards. Zayn walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist like he always does. His hands rubbed at my sides as he spoke,

"Find anything to wear for tonight?"

"Not unless you want me to look like a hobo," I said and he chuckled behind me. I could feel a smile creep on his face.

"Come on."

. . .

After eating breakfast and leaving my shabby apartment, Zayn rode me off to some unnamed destination. He wouldn't tell me where we were going except that it was a surprise. We drove for along while until Zayn stopped at fifth avenue where the very most expensive and fancy looking stores were located. My jaw dropped. He didn't expect me to buy my outfit here, did he? Well, I had not time to decide or react because Zayn had already taken my hand and led me into one of the stores that apparently sold dresses.

"Whatever you want, it's yours," he whispered in my ear. My mouth was still gaping open as I walked around the store, examining every article of clothing. There were so many dresses to choose from it was overwhelming. I wandered around the store by myself to look at the dresses, but not the skin tight ones. I wasn't a big fan of those and I was very insecure about my body. Some were short, long, tight and baggy at the torso while others were short and poofy. I couldn't seem to find anything I liked.

"Find anything?" asked Zayn. I turned around to face him and noticed he was holding a dress, but not just any dress. It was the dress. It was a short leopard print dress, that ended a little under mid-thigh, with long sleeves that went just past the elbows and showed a lot of back skin. The only feature that I was unsure about was that it was skin tight, but other than that it was perfect. I snatched the dress from Zayn's grasp and examined it more closely.

"Where'd you find it?" I asked, still amazed. He just smiled at me.

"You like it?" he asked with a smirk on his face. I nodded and looked around. It was missing something and I grabbed a pair of knee high black boots along with a small leather jacket to complete the outfit. I looked back at Zayn, but then realized how much this would cost.

"This is too expensive," I said placing the clothes down, but Zayn scooped them out of my hands.

"Love, you don't have to worry. The reason I brought you here was to buy a dress and that's exactly what I'm going to do," he said. Zayn was too sweet and I hugged him tightly before realizing something. Behind Zayn I spotted some girls whispering in the corner and pointing at us. Fans, just what we needed.

"Zayn, don't look now, but I think the fans are on to us," I whispered and he turned his head to look behind us with his hands on my hips.

"Then, we better hurry," he whispered back and led me to the cashier. The cashier lady gave us strange looks at first, but luckily didn't recognize us. Probably almost all of New York has seen our pictures from the zoo date and they probably knew who I was too. It was a big topic on TV as well. Everyone was talking about this "Mystery Girl" that Zayn was dating and no one knew specifically who I was. Our relationship wasn't official to the public yet, but by tonight at the party everyone will know.

Zayn quickly payed for the dress and accessories and handed the bag to me. Once we thought we had made it out alive someone was smart enough to recognize us. Some girl at the entrance of the store screamed in our direction and the others in the store started to take notice. Oh, shit we're screwed. Zayn grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly before charging out of the store. We quickly hopped onto the motorcycle and sped off before the fans could reach us, but we weren't getting away that easily. The fans continued to chase us down the road where fellow drivers weren't happy at all.

We couldn't go to my apartment because then the fans would know where I lived and that would be a big disaster. Instead, Zayn made a sharp turn down the road and that put more distance between us and the fans. He revved the engine and we sped even faster before making another sharp turn and then an unexpected one into an alley. Zayn immediately shut off the motorcycle and it was quiet. Too quiet. Suddenly, a huge wave of fans stormed past us and we watched until they were at least a mile away. I could finally breathe again. I guess this was something I would have to get used to.

"Sorry about this. I should've been more careful," said Zayn.

"It's fine. Fans are crazy like that," I said and then kissed his cheek. Suddenly, a large black van pulled up at the entrance of the alley and I thought we were screwed. The passenger side window rolled down slowly and out popped Louis' head. Well that was unexpected.

"Need a lift?" he asked with a too cocky smile.

"Lou! I've never been so happy to see you!" exclaimed Zayn and he hopped off of the motorcycle, helping me off as well.

"How'd you know we were here?" I asked as I walked up to the van. Louis stepped out of the van and opened the door for me.

"We just followed the sound of screaming hormonal girls calling Zayn's name," stated Louis like it was so obvious. I chuckled and rolled my eyes. I looked in the van and noticed the rest of the lads were in as well. Liam and Niall were in the back while Harry sat in the drivers seat. I took a seat across from Liam and Niall.

"Hey, Louis, what about my bike?" asked Zayn.

"Here, let me help you throw it in the back," said Louis. After a good five minutes, Louis and Zayn finally got the motorcycle in the back and we were on our way to my apartment. I noticed Niall was eyeing the bag with the things Zayn bought and I tried pushing it out of sight from him.

"What's in the bag, Sarah?" he asked with a mischievous smile on his face. He grabbed the bag, but I pulled it back before he could sneak a peek.

"You'll see tonight," I said and gave them a wink.

"We're here!" exclaimed Harry and pulled up in front of my apartment.

"Thanks for the ride guys. See you all tonight," I said and Zayn opened the door for me and helped me out of the van. They all yelled their goodbyes down the road and we just rolled our eyes at their foolish behavior. We went into my apartment and I immediately checked the time to see that it was 2:45 p.m. The party started at five so we probably had to be ready by 4:30. I quickly threw the bag into my room and ran to the bathroom to take a shower. I made sure to shave in all the necessary places because I needed to look super clean and fresh since I was going to be surrounded by celebrities and the fact that it was one of the biggest parties of the year.

I finished my shower and headed down the hall to my room. Zayn sat on the couch, waiting for me to finish so he could get ready too. I grabbed a pair of black panties and bra from the drawer and slipped them on. I let the towel drop to the floor and started to take all of my new merchandise out of the shopping bag. I pulled the dress on over my head and pushed my hands through the sleeves.

I straightened out the dress and realized that it hardly reached my thighs. It was shorter than I thought, but it fit. I put on some black knee socks and started doing my make-up. I put on some thick red lip stick, black eye shadow and eyeliner. I didn't want to over do it or else I'd look like a clown. I checked myself out in the mirror and I was overcome with doubt and insecurity.

I ran my hands up and down my sides, testing out the dress and how it fit on my body and complimented my curves. I turned sideways and became disappointed. Maybe it was me or the dress, but I just didn't feel confident in it. I started to rethink going to the party. I would probably make a fool of myself or Zayn for showing up with a girl like me. I was about to take the dress off and cancel the whole thing when there was a knock at the door and Zayn walked in. Didn't I lock the door? I turned to face him and his mouth hung wide open.

"What do you think?" I asked a little unsure. Zayn took a couple steps closer to me and eyed me up and down.

"You look stunning.," he said quietly and a smirk grew on his face. I smiled and laughed to myself.

"You really think so?" I asked, looking back at the mirror with concern. What did he even see in me? I sighed and looked down at my feet.

"Oh, don't tell me!" I shot my head up at Zayn's loud and unexpected outburst. "Stop shooting yourself down! You need to start seeing yourself for who you really are."

"And who's that?" I asked, looking up at him with hope and longing. He held my hands in his and looked me in the eyes and pulled me closer to his body, not breaking eye contact at all. He cupped my face lightly with one hand and I leaned into it.

"A beautiful young girl who's standing right in front of me. When I say you're beautiful, believe me because that's the absolute truth. I'll keep telling you that until the day you finally believe me. Until then, you're beautiful. Never forget that." He was so close he could've kissed me. Zayn never failed to make me smile and feel all special inside. I truly believed every word he said. I don't know where I'd be without Zayn and I didn't want to find out. He leaned in slowly to kiss me, but I playfully pushed him away.

"Go take a shower, you stink," I said trying to push him away, but his body was leaning on me and I almost fell over. He was acting like he was drunk and it was kind of amusing.

"Come on, I can't smell that bad," he mumbled. I positioned his body so I was face to face with him and pecked him on the lips and patted his cheek.

"Now go take a shower. We can't have you stinking up the place!" I exclaimed and he groaned before standing up by himself without leaning on me.

"I love you!" he yelled as he walked through the doorway and into the direction of the bathroom. I found my new boots and leather jacket and put them while I had the time. I was officially done preparing for the party so I decided to go watch TV in the living room as I waited for Zayn. I flicked on the TV and the first thing to come on was the news, but not just any old boring news. I was actually on TV with Zayn. They were already reporting the incident that happened at the store with the mob of fans.

There was some footage of us riding down the street, but that was all they managed to get. We couldn't even have a normal day out shopping. I groaned as I flicked through channels until there was a knock at the door. I stood up and threw the remote on the couch and straightened out my dress before answering the door. I didn't even look through the peephole and came face to face with a very shocked Harry Styles. His jaw dropped when he saw me and I blushed.

"Sarah, you!" he said with an extra emphasis on the word "hot". I rolled my eyes at his silly comment. I noticed he was wearing a nice black suit along with a matching black bowtie. I had to admit, Harry did look handsome.

"Oh, Harry," I said, and chuckled to myself.

"Hey, back off she's mine," said Zayn. I turned around and my jaw almost dropped. He stood at the entrance of the hallway wearing a suit and tie that was snug and fit perfectly around his beautiful figure. He was ruffling his hair with a towel and when he was done and took the towel off, his hair was no longer in a quiff. It was short and ruffled and looked really hot on him. This was known as Zayn's "Japan Hair". Well, at least that's what us Directioner's call the hairstyle. Zayn noticed I was staring and smiled at me which caused me to smile back.

"Wow, you look amazing," I said blushing a bit.

"Yeah, but nothing compared to how you look," said Zayn with a wink. We stood there staring at eachother as if we were the only two in the world right now. There was a sudden gagging noise coming from Harry and we both snapped back to reality. He could be so immature sometimes.

"We all ready to go?" asked Harry.

"Let's go!" yelled Zayn and Harry followed him as they ran down the stairs and out of the apartment complex. I rolled my eyes and made sure to lock the door behind me. I could tell this was going to be a good night.



Okay, I just wanna apologize for updating so late! A lot of shit is going on in my life and I haven't been in the mood to write, but here it is! I made sure to make it long too ;-) So, I hope you liked it and I know you're going to like the next chapter for sure ;-) Like, comment, fav and share! <3

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