'Till Death Do Us Part {Trilogy to TPL and LTF}

Chapter 34

Chapter 34

~ Nina ~
"Please hurry, Ni. I don't want Zayn or us to be late. We leave at 5:00pm."
Niall and I are headed over to a tattoo studio to meet Zayn before we leave for tour.
It's a tight fit, but it's the only time we can do it, really.
Yes, I'm getting a tattoo if you hadn't guessed.
I had been thinking about it for awhile, and with what happened earlier, it makes me want to get a lot more.
Niall rushed down the stairs, slipping his shirt over his head, almost falling in the process.
I giggled when he tripped a little but regained his balance and came over to me.
"Don't laugh, babe. C'mon." He chuckled a little himself.
"Okay, okay."
We left the house and got in the car, driving off to the place.
"You know, you don't have to get a tattoo if you don't want to." Niall said, grabbing onto my hand.
Is he saying he doesn't want me to get one?
I've told him about it before but he seemed excited then.
"I'm absolutely sure I want this."
He nodded before bring my hand up to his mouth and kissing the back of it.
Once we arrived, we walked in to see Zayn setting up and my nerves instantly kicked in.
Everything that could go wrong was running through my mind.
"It's okay. Nothing's going to go wrong." Niall comforted, reading my mind.
"Hey, guys." Zayn smiled at us.
He knows exactly what I want so that's all prepped an ready.
That means less time for me to back out of this.
Zayn and Niall are the only guys I've told, I'm making it a surprise for everyone else.
I took a seat in the chair next to Zayn and he smiled at me.
"It's gonna be okay. I promise you. Would I let you be in a spot where you're in danger?" Zayn asked me.
I shook my head slowly, feeling a little better, but still a little nervous.
Zayn took ahold of my wrist where I was getting 'Love Trust Faith' tattooed in fancy writing.
Love at the top, faith at the bottom, and trust in the middle.
Niall was so happy when I told him what I wanted.
It made me feel better about getting it.
Zayn's thumb ran over my wrist, particularly on the fading scars.
My eyes locked with his glossy ones before he brought my wrist up to his lips and softly kissed the marks.
"It's okay now." I said quietly.
He hesitated a moment before getting all set and when he was about to put the needle on my skin, I tensed up.
"Nina, babe. It's gonna be okay. C'mon, trust me." Zayn said.
I tried to calm down, but it got to the point where he just called Niall over to come hold my hand.
"It's like a plane, Nina. The first part is the worst, and it gradually decreases pain over time. Think of how happy you'll be once it's done." Niall said.
"How would you know, Horan?! You've never gotten a tattoo."
I thought I heard him mumble 'not yet' but I don't think so.
"Just hold my hand. Close your eyes and hold my hand. Don't flinch, though, Zayn's gotcha."
I did as he said and when I felt the needle hit my skin, I squeezed Niall's hand hard and let out a small whimper.
Oh my god it hurts.
"Shh, it's okay. Don't focus on it. Focus on my voice."
So I did.
Everyone knows Niall voice is soothing to me and calms me down.
It's relaxing.
Niall softly talked to me about how well I was doing and I opened my eyes when I felt something weird.
Zayn had a confused and upset look on his face as he examined my wrist.
Did he mess up?
No, he wouldn't do that.
"Zayn, what's wrong?" I asked, starting to get a little concerned.
He looked up to me with sad eyes and gave me a weak smile.
"I don't want to tattoo over the, uh, scars. I think it would hurt."
I instantly reddened out of embarrassment.
I'm so embarrassed that I let my pain get in the way of this.
I glanced over to Niall but he stared at the ground, shaking his head slightly.
He hates when my old situations come up.
He blames himself and hates hearing it.
I kissed his arm softly before turning back to Zayn.
"Just go over them. This would probably hurt less than when they were put there." I said.
Niall's hand gripped mine harder and Zayn sighed.
"Ah!" I whimpered again and squeezed Niall's hand as Zayn tattooed over the scars.
Niall leaned down and kissed my forehead, doing his best to relax me.
After about 20 more minutes, Zayn had finally finished and the needle was removed from my skin.
I brought my wrist up to my eye level and examined the tattoo.
"It's perfect." I breathed out. "Thank you, Zayn."
I stood up and hugged him tight, being careful not to hit my wrist on anything.
"You're welcome. You're a strong warrior, Nina."
I nodded and pulled away, showing Niall the ink.
"Now, let's head out so we can all be on time for the flight."
But when I looked back after glancing away, both boys were smirking and Niall sat down in the chair I was previously sitting in.
"You didn't tell her, did you?" Zayn said.
"Not until now."
I walked back over to them with a very confused look.
"What's going on?"
"Well, baby. You really wanted to get this tattoo and I love the meaning behind it, so I'm getting one myself. On my wrist, 'Love Trust Faith' going down it."
He's getting the same tattoo as me?
He's doing this for me?
I'm so touched, I actually started to tear up a little.
"I love you." I breathed out, kissing his lips hard. "So much, Niall. I love you."
He smiled against my lips, softly kissing me back.
"I love you too, princess." He whispered.
"C'mon, you lovebirds. We've gotta get this going so we really aren't late for the flight." Zayn interrupted.
I kissed Niall one last time before I stood next to him, grabbing onto his hand like he had mine.
"Really, mate?"
"Oh, god. Just do it." He groaned.
He closed his eyes and Zayn pressed the needle to his skin.
Niall bit his lip to stop from shouting out and gripped my hand.
I kissed his forehead but I couldn't help but giggle a little.
"What's so funny about this?"
There was a hint of a laugh in his voice and that made my smile grow.
"Just a few minutes ago you were telling me that it's alright and won't hurt that much. The first one hurts, doesn't it?" I smirked.
"Just a little."
I squeezed his hand again watching as Zayn inked him.
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Once Niall's tattoo was finished, I was close to tears again.
This shows that Niall and I are never splitting up and nothing can break us as long as we're together.
I'm just glad he got his cast taken off before this.
It's a good thing his wrist isn't broken anymore so he can play guitar on tour.
And his ribs are healed so that's good.
"Well, it's 3:45 now. We've gotta head out so we're all on time."
I walked over and hugged Zayn, smiling a little.
"Thank you. I really appreciate it."
"Absolutely. I'm glad I gave you both your first tattoos." He chuckled.
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"Got everything packed?" Niall asked me.
"Yeah, I believe so. You?"
"I've got you, don't I? I don't need anything beside you."
I smiled and walked into his arms, kissing him softly.
"Listen, my heart can't hold much more love from you in this hour. It might explode from all the love." I joked.
"Mmm, but then I'll pick up all the parts and piece it back together."
I placed my hand over my heart, pretending it was exploding.
"Too...much...love..." I gasped out.
Niall pretended to catch me and placed his hand over my heart.
"All better." He whispered.
I giggled before pressing my lips to his, caressing his cheek softly.
I pulled back and looked into his eyes, finally having the sparkle again.
He has that desire, that passion for me again.
And it feels amazing to know that.
"You're perfect." I breathed out.
"Mhm, but you're more perfect, baby."
I pulled his head back to mine and smiled against his lips.
"I love you." I whispered.
Niall kissed the corners of my eyes gently.
"I love you, too." He whispered back, kissing my lips again.
He opened his mouth a little wider, deepening the kiss.
He walked forward, gently holding me against the wall.
His hands roamed my body, moans escaping both of our mouths.
"Let me make love to you. I need to feel you." He said, breathlessly.
I tensed and pulled back, looking away from his eyes.
"W-We gotta go. We have to catch the flight."
When I tried to get out of his grip to grab my bags, Niall gripped onto my arms, tilting my chin up.
I moved my head again, gazing down at the floor.
"Hey, look at me." Niall said softly, caressing my cheek.
I glanced at him, quickly looking back down, before going back to him.
"Did I say something?" He asked.
"N-No, it's just, I don't want to be late."
I looked away again and I knew he didn't believe me.
But I pulled out of his grasp and grabbed my bags.
"Here, I'll grab some." Niall offered, taking ahold of a couple of my bags.
He seemed a little astonished and shocked from why just happened before.
"Hey, I love you." I reminded him, kissing his cheek.
"I love you, too."
He smiled and I knew he was feeling better.
He's still thinking about it, I know that for sure, but he knows it's somewhat okay.