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.


9. Chapter 9

When I stepped out of the apartment complex I expected to see a black van and one of the boys in the drivers seat but, to my surprise, in place of their usual black van there was a long black elegant limo stretching at least 30 feet. My eyes grew wide in shock and excitement. I had never ridden a limo before and now I was.

"We're riding in a limo!?" I exclaimed, just to make sure. Zayn opened the door and gestured for me to get in. I smiled at him before cautiously descending into the limo to find three more well dressed boys and their girlfriends. Eleanor wore a little black dress that was a bit longer than mine and stopped mid-thigh. It had short sleeves and she also wore black heels to match her outfit nicely. Danielle wore the same style as well.

Her dress was also at mid-thigh, but was a dark red and showed a large patch of skin right above her breasts which made her look very sexy. We all had the same hairstyle idea of going natural and just letting our hair down and not too much makeup. Zayn hopped into the limo and scooted next to me followed by Harry sitting next to the door. Zayn wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in closer to him. I automatically rested my head on his shoulder.

"Wow, Sarah, you look great!" exclaimed Danielle.

"Thanks," I said with a shy smile and trying to hide my already blushing face.

"Looks like someone went clothes shopping," said Eleanor. I nodded.

"Yeah, it was nice," I said.

"Until you got chased down and hunted by horny teenagers," added Louis and we all laughed. I has just remembered that the girls weren't there when that happened, but they did find it amusing.

"I hate it when that happens though," said Eleanor.

"Ugh, tell me about it," said Danielle and they giggled together.

"Hey, but you gotta love the fans," said Liam. He nudged her arm playfully and they both ended up laughing together. Zayn tightened his grip on me and I could feel his thumb rub across my side.

"I wouldn't mind dating a fan," said Niall.

"It has its perks," said Harry as he groaned and leaned back in his seat and folded his arms behind his head.

"Hey, I'm a fan and Zayn is dating me," I said, stating it as a fact.

"True...but you're not completely normal," said Harry.

"Hey, at least I haven't stolen any of your guys' underwear or tried to steal locks of your hair so I can possibly clone you in the mere future and use you for my own desires. Compared to other Directioner's I'm normal!" I said trying to hold in a laugh. The boys were in shock, but also amused at the same time.

"What the hell!?" yelled Louis. I let out a small giggle.

"Your guys' fandom isn't even close to normal. They've broken the insanity meter a long time ago. Just be thankful that I'm not all over each of you and trying to get in your pants," I said and burst into laughter with the others.

"Thanks, Sarah. You've just scarred me for life. I'll never look at fans the same way again," said Liam and Louis patted his shoulder before laughing again.

"You're insane," whispered Zayn in my ear.

"Thank you," I said and he kissed my ear. I giggled and pecked him on the lips.

"So, who's ready for tonight?" asked Niall with a mischievous grin on his face.

"What do you mean exactly?" I asked with a hint of worry. Who knew what these boys were up to.

"Oh, I don't know. Get drunk, fuck some girls and get arrested. The usual," said Harry. I face palmed myself and heard the others snickering around me.

"Please tell me he's joking," I said and burst out laughing.

"Of course he is. Niall couldn't get a girl for his life and he's too cute for jail anyway," said Zayn and the others joined in the laughter while Niall slumped in his seat with fake anger on his face. The limo finally stopped and someone from outside opened the door for us. Everyone stepped out before me and Zayn and cameras started flashing everywhere. I froze and squeezed Zayn's hand very tightly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I've never done this sort of thing before," I whispered. Zayn cupped my face with one hand and smiled.

"Just smile and be yourself," he said and with that we stepped out of the limo and into a crowd of photographers. At first, all of the flashes were overwhelming and blinding, but I soon adjusted to the situation and started to follow Zayn's advice. I just smiled and let Zayn pull me through the large crowds. We caught up to the other lads who were waiting for us.

"You ready?" asked Liam. We all nodded and walked in front of a large screen that advertised the club we were at. The boys all took a picture together and so did us girls. It was strange having millions of people actually wanting to take pictures of you. The boys came back for us and it was the couples turns to take pictures together. I felt bad for Harry and Niall but they looked like they were having fun hugging eachother, holding hands, and kissing eachother on the cheeks in front of the cameras as a joke.

Zayn hugged me from behind and the cameras around us snapped like crazy. We took another standing side by side and holding hands. A million poses later, we finally escaped the cameras and made it to the club. We all walked in as a group, but I stopped dead in my tracks and looked around. This place was huge and I wasn't over exaggerating. I never got out much so I was surprised by the scenery.

It was dark with flashing lights and strobe lights flashing everywhere. There was a bar to the far left with people drinking or making out. Everyone else was either dancing and grinding on the dance floor and just having a fun and crazy time. The club was immensely loud and I couldn't even hear myself think. What worried me the most was the strippers.

They were dancing on a stage in the back of the club either on poles or people. Would Zayn enjoy watching them more than hanging with me? It would kill me to find Zayn with a stripper much less any girl and kissing her. I guess I'd find out tonight.

The others were very excited and they all headed in different directions into the club. Louis, Eleanor, Liam and Danielle all ran for the dance floor while Harry and Niall went straight for the bar. This was a New Year's Party so you were supposed to have a fun and crazy night, right? Well, while the others ran off to have a good time, Zayn and I stood in the middle of the chaos of the club. I tightened my grip on Zayn's hand. This was my first ever party and there were so many important people here. What was I supposed to do?

" wanna go outside for some air?" asked Zayn, looking down at me for an answer. This place was a bit too crazy and wild for the time being. The humidity was getting to me as well.

"Yes, please!" I yelled over the music with a lot of enthusiasm. Zayn led me through the crowd until we reached two tall glass doors that looked like they led to a balcony. He stepped in front of me and opened the door for me and I smiled at him as I walked through the doorway and into the evening air. We weren't the only ones on the balcony, but I didn't really mind. Most of them were making out and the atmosphere was a little bit more comfortable.

Zayn led me to the edge of the balcony and lifted me onto the railing. Both of his hands rested at my sides, gripping the railing. We were close to the same height now and neither one of us wanted to break eye contact.

"God, you're beautiful." I've heard it so many times that I didn't even flinch or give a second thought. I didn't know what to say so I just smiled and looked away from his gaze.

"Stop it," I mumbled with a stupid grin on my face. Zayn grabbed my chin and forced me to look back at him.

"But it's true. Sarah, you're beautiful," he said with so much sincerity in his voice. There was no way to describe how he made me feel. I leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the lips and wrapped my arms around his neck. I've never kissed someone with such love and compassion before and I wanted it to last. We both stopped and smiled at eachother and it felt just perfect. The whole moment was perfect.

Before we could kiss again Danielle and Eleanor ran towards us and they pulled me away from Zayn's grasp, surprising me. They dragged me onto the dance floor where Liam and Louis were waiting.

"What the hell guy!?" I screamed at Danielle and Eleanor over the music. They just started to spin me around.

"Come on it's time to dance!" yelled Eleanor. I watched as Liam pulled Danielle towards his body and she started to grind on him. Where did she learn moves like that? They seemed to be having a good time and I turned around and, to my relief, Louis and Eleanor weren't grinding on each other. Louis grabbed my hand and I joined them in whatever dance they were doing which consisted of jumping up and down to the music. We continued to dance until Zayn came along and joined us on the dance floor. He just stood there, looking all awkward and shy.

"Why aren't you dancing?" I asked.

"Cool kids don't dance," he said with a smirk.

"Last time I checked, you're not really a 'Cool Kid'," I said, returning the smirk. He just laughed and shook his head before grabbing me in a tight hug. I screamed as I tried to escape his grasp and lost once he kissed my cheek. Suddenly, an all too familiar song played: Midnight Memories. Harry and Niall came out of nowhere and joined us as we jumped and danced to the whole song while screaming the lyrics at the top of our lungs. Once we had that out of our system, Harry and Niall led us all to the bar where eight shots awaited us on the counter.

Harry handed each of us a shot and held his in the air, waiting for the rest of us. I looked down at the glass smaller than my hand. I never drank before and one little shot wouldn't hurt, would it? Everyone else was now waiting on me and I quickly clinked my glass with theirs without thinking. We chugged our shots and slammed the glasses down on the counter afterwards. The drink burned as it traveled down my throat and I fought to hold back a desperate cough.

I didn't want to embarrass myself or seem weak. Aside from the bad taste, the drink gave me an extra kick and I was full of energy. I felt alive. Little did I know, that was the beginning of the craziest night of my life.

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