Forbidden Desires {Ziall AU}

does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night changes

Hello lovely people!

It's been a while, but I really couldn't help myself. Today marks the one-year anniversary of the end of Forbidden Desires. I just had to revisit this story one more time, it's so close to my heart. I truly love these characters and it makes me smile every time I write with them.

My life has changed so much since I finished the fic a year ago and I wouldn't change it for anything. I'm studying a creative writing course now, which I've really been enjoying! I also loved revisiting these characters in a different light than when I wrote with them before, it was so much fun. I also went back to read some of the chapters in preparation for this, and while I think that the writing could definitely be improved in some spots (I had to resist rewriting the entire thing and just leave it as a little time capsule) I remember how much joy writing this story brought me. I was so excited to visit this story again, and now I'm sad that it's ending (again).

Sorry to say, but this will be the last installment of Zayn and Niall arc, but I am considering writing a Harry and Louis centric fic as a prequel to the original story. Let me know if you're interested in that!

And without further ado, for the (probably) last time, enjoy!

"Y'know, I love her so much, but I don't know where she gets all the fucking energy." Louis sighs, his head thrown back against the chair.

I hum, moving the gun along his smooth skin. "Have you tried Teletubbies? That always works when I have her." I take a paper towel, swiping the excess ink away from his fingers.

Louis shakes his head, "She just runs around singing the damn theme song." He hisses through his teeth at a particularly painful stroke.

"Of course she does," I laugh, shaking my head.

I sit back, observing the designs painting Louis' fingers. The fine lines are a perfect complement to his skin. "Maybe you should just let her run, tire herself out."

Louis hums, "And I almost lost my wedding ring the other week."

I hiss though my teeth, "How did Harry react to that?"

"Almost skinned me alive," He huffs, rubbing his fingers on his forehead. "Said if I wasn't so messy I wouldn't have lost it."

I laugh, "Well, you have enough matching tattoos between the two of you that a wedding ring barely holds significance." Satisfied with my work, I set about sterilising and wrapping the area.

"That's what I tried to tell him!" Louis exclaims, gesturing over his arm full of ink. "But he really didn't like that, got all quiet for the rest of the night."

"Imagine what would've happened if you actually lost it." I laugh.

Louis shakes his head, a scarred look on his face. "Don't even joke about that." He splays his fingers out in front of him, "Looks good, mate."

I laugh, "I fucking hope so, I've only been doing it for the last five years."

Louis laughs along, following me out to the front desk while I ring him up.

"So," Louis starts, dragging out the word. He leans on the counter between them, "When are you and Niall gonna tie the knot?"

Zayn smiles, placing the card reader on the counter for Louis to tap. "Well," He hums, "I bought a ring."

Louis' jaw drops, before his face morphs into a smile, "What! When? Why didn't you say anything!" He exclaims, "What does it look like?"

I chuckle at his rambling, plucking my phone from my pocket to find a photo of the ring I couldn't pass up. It was sat in a little navy box off to the side of the dazzling window display. The glittering jewellery surrounding it should have gotten my attention, yet the thin gold band caught my eye. It had little engravings in the shape of stars, some of them with small clear gems inside. I couldn't help but picture it on Niall's finger instantly. The gold would complement him perfectly, the little gems would shine in the light, and he would just glow. I didn't have a single second thought while I waltzed into the store and requested the jewellery. The ring has been sitting in the drawer of my desk for longer than I'd like to admit.